When home finally feels like home, and their Hasret of togetherness is complete... yet the shiddat, the intensity, the pain of everything that follows, still lingers, waiting quietly to write its own story. Join the Oberoi brothers again, as they once again find their way back to each other, before everything falls into place-or before there's nothing left for them.

Maj. Haider Ali Hamdani: An honest and courageous military man. A gruff yet affectionate father. In his eyes, he's the one to blame for his daughter's trials. Hala Ali Hamdani: A makeshift mother. Grew up too fast, too soon. Hafsa Ali Hamdani: Hope. Hashim Ali Hamdani: Achiever. Book enthusiast. Hasham Ali Hamdani: All that's left of what's been stolen. Rooh Afza addict. This book is a hefty collection of events occurring in the Hamdanis' lives. The story is set back in the 1980s, in old Pakistan. (For foreign readers, the narration/description is written in English while the dialogues are in Roman Urdu. However, English subtitles are provided.) Ps The story and the characters present in this book belong solely to me, except for the photos used now and then. I've most likely taken most of them from Pinterest unless I say otherwise. Do not copy or translate my work.

In a world where bonds are tested and hearts carry unspoken burdens, "Hasret - The Longing of Four Brothers" unravels the journey of four souls bound by blood, yet scattered by fate. The eldest, once the pillar of the family, walks away-misunderstood and wounded-leaving behind silence and unanswered questions. The second, barely an adult himself, steps into shoes too large, becoming the anchor, the protector, the silent warrior who keeps the family from falling apart even when he himself is breaking. The third, caught between loyalty and pain, becomes a rebel-not by choice, but by fear. He builds walls around his heart, believing detachment is the only way to survive. He yearns for his elder brother, but masks his longing behind anger and silence, terrified that love, once again, will leave him hollow. And the youngest-just seventeen-is a mirror of their chaos. Too young to understand, too old to ignore, he drowns in the storm of emotions he doesn't know how to name. Torn between the roles, he watches, listens, and waits-for healing, for clarity, for the day they'll all be whole again. At the heart of it all lies a silent Hasret-a deep, aching longing. A longing not just for the return of the elder brother, but for the return of something far greater: the lost warmth of their once-whole family. Though none speak it aloud, the ache binds them, shaping their choices, their silences, their love. This is a tale of brotherhood, of broken hearts and healing hands, of duty, loss, and the quiet hope that one day... home will feel like home again.

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

"Once, we were a home. Now, we're just memories trying not to hurt." When love turns into distance and care becomes pain... can broken bonds ever be fixed? Or are some relationships meant to bleed forever? A story of love, guilt, separation, and the pain of unspoken emotions. Disclaimer:- :-Grammatical mistakes🙃 :-Poor english 🤧

Three brothers who shared nothing but the love they had for each other. A ten year old child who had been abandoned by his own mother. A child who was pushed to the street of darkness and evilness. A child who grew up to be a man whose heart knew nothing but to love. The brothers who held onto each other through all thick and thin. Another child who lost his parents and no longer had a home for himself. There's someone who offers him his company and a roof to live under. But could the person offer him a family and a home that the boy longed for?

There are moments that don't just change lives. They divide them into before and after. Moments where everything you believed was unbreakable quietly begins to slip, not with noise or warning, but with a stillness so heavy it feels wrong. He looked at them. Really looked. Like he was searching for something that refused to be found. And then, with unsettling calm- "Who are you?" The world did not shatter. It kept moving. The monitors still beeped. The city still breathed. The morning still came. Only four lives... stopped. Because the man who had once been their anchor-the one who had raised them, shielded them, bled for them-now looked at them like strangers standing too close. Because in that single question, years of love lost its meaning, and the strongest bonds were reduced to something terrifyingly fragile. As if they had never existed at all. Final book in SINGHANIA BROTHERS saga!

Arnav Singhania, a ruthless businessman for world and a complete family man. Besides all, he was a man of principles and didn't spare anyone who tried to lay a finger on his family. With three younger siblings and his beautiful wife, there was nothing more that Arnav wanted from life. But what happens when the past comes back with a vengeance and rattles the peaceful life of Singhanias? The integrity and humility gets questioned. The bonds are tried and tested. Will the family hold on to their unwavering trust on each other or ger crumbled by the thunderstorm named past? Join in the journey to know whether the family is flourished or perished!

The journey of a family bonded by heart and soul instead of blood! The journey of a boy who was left homeless after the death of his parents. Homeless and an orphan! But someone gives him a ray of hope and a second chance in his life! The boy now has a family and a home he calls as his own! All the years of sufferings has suddenly rewarded him with a family like a blessing in disguise! The journey of a boy who had no family! Someone became that family for him and changed his life forever. The boy held onto the person like a lifeline and together they built their lives of perfection they have today! The journey of a man who hated the term family untill someone held his hand and called him his only family!Today his family is his greatest strength as he continues to fulfill his promise of never letting them go! But what happens when the truths of past are unraveled in cruelest ways? Will the family stand together or fall apart? Book 2 in the series of Singhania Brothers!