A cliché story about mother remarry into the richest family. Getting step brothers and family. if u read this much and still interested then..... This story is about how a girl who is too withdrawn to herself because of past trauma.Only have her mother,who is about to get married.And thus she is about to get not juts a step father and brother, but also 2 more mother figures and father figures and totally 8 older brothers. and its about how they bring her real confident self. i told u it's cliche. no romance between brother and sister. pure sibling love. There will be mention of sexual abuse and harassment related words and scenarios. this is my first time writing. Not that interested in writing. but i read wattpad to escape reality. so this is also something to escape reality. English is not really my language so there will be grammatical mistakes. And also i don't know much about indian culture. So the place may have real world name but it have imaginary features. Sorry...... So don't go for logic in the palces and all. and since my goal is to escape reality my story will also be like that. i will try to finish the story fastly since I'm not invested in it. so i welcome those of nearly my same mindset who wants to escape reality.by reading wattpad.

This is not a story about cruelty. It is about who is allowed to commit it. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition. She exists outside the Ranawats' world- and that is precisely why she disrupts it. Before the sons, there is the father. AVINASH RANAWAT. The Mafia King. A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life. Then comes the heirs. SHAURYA RANAWAT. The eldest. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist. HARSH RANAWAT. Corporate head. Owner of Ranawat Corporation. Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records. Only four brothers walk the school corridors. AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA. They don't need titles here. They are the system. The red card is their language. Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention- a red card. The air shifts. By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow- Aviraj watches, unreadable. Asher smiles like it's a game already won. Rihaan decides how far it will go. Rudra makes sure no one interferes. And then-Shanvi. Her locker is never marked. Her name is never whispered with warning. Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone. They protect what belongs to them. And Shanvi- whether the world knows it yet or not- has already been claimed.

Fifteen-year-old Leher Malhotra has mastered the art of smiling through pain. After losing her mother, she built walls around her heart - walls only her aunt, Mahi, could ever cross. But when Mahi marries Raghav Oberoi, Leher's world tilts again. A new home, new faces, and a new family - all waiting on the other side of the walls she swore she'd never let down. As laughter mixes with loneliness, Leher begins to learn that healing isn't about forgetting the past... it's about finding the courage to let love in again. 🌊🌊🌊 "Bhaiya, mujhe pehle do na! Main pehle aayi hoon!" Leher said. The vendor sighed "Beta, sabko bari bari se milega." "Bari bari?" she scoffed, eyes wide with mock outrage. "Main kabse khadi hoon! Aapne tab se sirf paanch pani puri di hai mujhe!" A voice slid in from the side - honey-laced with poison. "Bas kar behen," the girl drawled, "zyada khayegi to moti ho jaayegi. Chhoti to hai hi." Excuse me, what?! Leher froze. Then the corners of her lips curved. The Leher inside cracked her knuckles - oh no, sweetheart, you messed with the wrong chhoti. She turned, eyes gleaming, smile dangerously sweet. "Achha hai na," she said softly, "agar main moti ho gayi, to tumhe bhi finally kuch compliments mil jaayenge. Varna jab tak main slim hoon, tumhare naseeb mein toh bas background role hi likha hai." Mic. Drop. 💅 "Damn, she killed it." "Ooooh!"