Bro-mance Stories

🖤💙 RajDheer - a bond of clashes, chaos, and unspoken love 💫 🔥❄️ Dheeraj's fire meets Rajji's fierce strength, where every fight hides a deeper, unspoken connection. 🤍 Ashish, the silent pillar, carries love, sacrifice, and responsibilities without ever letting his pain show. ⚡ Dheeraj, rebellious yet deeply rooted in love, stands against the world for what he feels is right. 🌸 Rajji, strong yet innocent, becomes the thread that unknowingly binds their lives together. 👬 The brothers' bond - built on silent understanding, protection, and a love that needs no words. 🏡 Family, with all its flaws and emotions, tests them again and again-yet their bonds bend, never break 🤍❤️

The Rastogi brothers' fragile world cracks open when Reyansh brings Rivyut - the son of Vidhani, the woman who tore their family apart. "Why bring her son here? Do you think we can forget what she did?" Raghav's voice was sharp, filled with pain and anger. Torn between protecting their fractured bond and facing buried truths, the brothers' fight for unity spirals into a war where love, loyalty, and pain collide.The brothers must decide if family means forgiveness... or more heartbreak. A gentle one..

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.

Everyone carries a story they never tell. Some carry loneliness. Some carry regret. Some carry secrets. Lives intertwine in unexpected ways, bringing friendship, laughter, heartbreak, and healing. As hidden truths begin to surface and long-buried secrets slowly unravel, the bonds between them are tested in ways they never imagined. Some bonds are formed by blood. Others are formed by choice. And sometimes, brotherhood is found where you least expect it. "A home I never knew existed" is an emotional journey of friendship, brotherhood, family, resilience, and belonging.

Three brothers, one unbreakable bond.💓 After losing their parents, the eldest stepped up-not just as a brother, but as a father. A dedicated doctor who carries responsibility in his silence. The middle one, a confident CEO, brings life and laughter. And the youngest, still a teenager, looks up to his brothers as his whole world. Through struggles, sacrifices, and quiet moments of love, their story isn't just about surviving-it's about staying together, no matter what. Welcome to "HeartBeat" - a gentle story of three brothers, bound by love, care, and an unbreakable bond.

My Last Rites My Brother Performed My Last Rites While I Was Still Alive. At fifteen, I was called a monster for a crime I never committed. My family performed my last rites and declared me dead while I was still alive. I begged them to stop. No one listened. I begged them to believe me. No one did. At sixteen, I watched the same ritual with numb detachment. At seventeen, I stopped caring. At eighteen, I watched it with amusement. Because I knew... It would be the last of my last rites I would ever witness. I laughed. Because I knew the next funeral would be real.

He was eleven when he chose his mother. Eight years later, she chose someone else. At nineteen, Aviraj Shekhawat finds himself standing outside the only home he's known for years, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Except the father he hasn't seen in eight years. Aman Shekhawat. The man Aviraj once loved, then blamed, then hated... and somehow never stopped missing. Aviraj returns to Jaipur expecting nothing more than a roof for a few days. But returning home after eight years means facing everything he thought he'd left behind. Old wounds. A life that moved on without him. And a father he never stopped wanting to call his own. Because sometimes, the hardest question isn't where do I belong? It's- Still his?

In a home divided by distance and silence, two brothers grow up holding onto each other. Their father lives elsewhere - in another mansion, another world - with a new wife and a stepson who watches life pass from the loneliness of his hostel room. Distance and silence stretch between them, yet hope whispers softly - love has a way of finding hearts, even those separated by truths. Three boys. Three hearts waiting for something they can't name. And yet, somewhere between the ache of absence and the whisper of forgiveness, their paths begin to cross - slowly, gently, painfully. Because sometimes, even when love leaves... it finds its way back in another form. This is not a story of broken families - it's a story of a hearts learning to hope again.

Pitbabe x Abo desire ff What begins as a calculated business expansion between Thailand and Country P one that appears to promise growth for both the corporate world and the racing circuit-slowly reveals a far more deliberate intent. Beneath polished contracts and international partnerships lies a challenge aimed not at everyone, but at a single dominant force. As pressure mounts and hidden motives surface, Charlie finds himself watching the very team he has long admired slowly fall into danger-not just on the track, but behind closed doors where contracts, power, and control hold just as much weight. And when the line between rivalry and destruction begins to blur, the question remains-will Charlie stay on the sidelines... or step into the race and cross the finish line? Achievements🏅🏅 #5- Boyslove #5- Bromance #6- Bromance #1- Pitbabe #1- Gaolele #7- Alphaxomega

He's cold. He's arrogant. He's rude. He's ill-mannered. Everything about him is designed to be disliked. No one has anything good to say about him. He carries a bad reputation like a second skin... But is it because he's actually bad? Or because he's never bothered to tell his side of the story? Friends? He doesn't think he's capable of making any. Family? Well... the one he has is highly questionable... Then there are THEM... Three brothers living the kind of life HE only sees in the distance, a life defined by the warmth, laughter, and loyalty he has never known. They are the complete opposite of everything he is... But life has a funny way of bringing people together. Their paths begin to cross. Two worlds start to collide, neither knowing that, at some point, they will become one. (A Family Saga, Brotherhood, Sibling Chronicles) By Aks Mira Wattpad ID: aksmira Instagram ID: aksmira_ ​

Maximilian Leigh Sinclaire is labeled as the greatest heir in the world. The source of his greatness? His surname. In a world where business tycoons rule and heirs are constantly in the spotlight, Max is considered to be at the top. But heavy is the head that wears the crown, and Max knows the title was never his to claim. After meeting an uncle he hasn't seen in years, Max accepts an invitation to J.S. High, a school built for the most powerful heirs in the world. It was the best place to prove his worth--until Max realized that J.S. High isn't what it seems. Ruled by a monarchy that follows a ruthless system, Max must navigate cruel customs, gruesome battles, and betrayals in order to survive. The one who rises to the top becomes king, but with secrets buried within its walls, proving your worth might be the last thing you'll have to worry about. [Contains Volumes 4-6] [16+ | Contains violence and strong language]

She was just an innocent little girl who was starved for her family's love. Yet, they chose another young girl to be their happiness and threw her into a political marriage with North's monster-like prince. As she was on her way to her husband-to-be, she was faced with a mysterious monsters attack and experiencing her first feeling of happiness and care as she died. But she was send back in time where she is only 4 years old and apparently a boy? "Just leave me to sleep already!" She chose to live a lazy life but those annoying kids just wont leave her alone! Will she live peacefully and carefree this time?

Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks! Chapter 4: "For me?" a two year old Zaara asked, her vocabulary still limited but growing daily. "For Zaara?" "Yes, pari," Viren confirmed, kneeling beside her. "All for you. This is your special place." Zaara clutched the unicorn to her chest, then spun in a wobbly circle, taking in every detail of her new domain. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves that seemed to lighten the very air around them. "Pretty," she declared, pointing to the fairy lights twinkling above. "Stars!" "Yes, stars," Viren agreed, his throat tight with emotion. "Just for you." Chapter 15: A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought. Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her. "Zaara." Her fingers froze mid-air. That voice. That tone. Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back. Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation. He knew. Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?" "Phone." Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?" Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force. Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run. None of those would work. She was doomed....

وحيث يُعرف الرجال من وفائهم قبل أسمائهم شابٌ سيّد نشأ بين ذراعي والدته وعُرف بحبه لما حوله وبقلبٍ امتلأ حبًا لأمه التي كانت عالمه الوحيد بعد انفصالها عن والده. كان كل شيء ثابتًا. حتى جاء يومٌ... لم يعد فيه شيء كما كان. دمٌ سُفك. ووعدٌ كُسر وحقيقةٌ لم تكن في الحسبان. ومنذ تلك اللحظة... لم يعد السؤال: ماذا حدث؟ بل... من الذي تغيّر

two boys meet in an island collage which changes their life

هذه ليست فصولًا من الرواية الأصلية، ولا يُشترط قراءتها لفهم الأحداث. بل مجرد أفكار عابرة، ومشاهد لم تجد طريقها إلى الفصول، ولحظات تخيلتها ثم قررت ألا أتركها تختفي. هنا قد تجدون أمير في موقف لم يحدث، أو أيمن يقول شيئًا لم يقله، أو مراد يتصرف بطريقة لم أكتبها أصلًا... وربما مشهدًا لا علاقة له بالرواية من الأساس. بعضها أفكار جدية، وبعضها مجرد «ماذا لو؟»، وبعضها كتبته لأنني أردت رؤية الشخصيات في موقف مختلف. لا تبحثوا عن التسلسل الزمني، ولا تحاولوا ربط كل شيء بالأحداث الأصلية. اعتبروها صفحات من دفتر الكاتبة... خربشات صغيرة عن عائلة لكنه أبي، حتى لو لم تجد مكانًا في الحكاية. 🤎 وبعض هذه الأفكار ليست أفكاري أنا فقط، بل هناك أفكار ومقترحات من القراء أيضًا. فقد أقرأ تعليقًا أو رسالة وأقول: «لحظة... هذه الفكرة لازم تنكتب!» ثم تجدونها هنا. لذلك لا تبحثوا عن تسلسل زمني، ولا تحاولوا معرفة أي مشهد حدث فعلًا في الرواية وأيّها مجرد خيال جانبي. اعتبروها دفترًا صغيرًا لـ لكنه أبي، نضع فيه كل ما خطر ببالنا ولم يجد مكانًا في الحكاية الأصلية. قد تجدون هنا مشهدًا من الكاتبة، أو فكرة من أحد القراء، أو موقفًا لا يعرف أحد من أين أتى أصلًا. 😂🤎 كل ما لم يجد مكانًا في الرواية... وجد مكانًا هنا.

Gabe and Aidan have been inseparable since childhood. Everyone thinks they're just best friends, but Aidan's feelings slowly grow into something deeper, while Gabe's fell harder. As they enter college, faith doesn't belong to them. They continue to orbit each other's lives-always close, always connected-but circumstances keep them from becoming what they truly want to be.

The story begins with Ryu, who is given a chance to audition for a short film. With a totally different script and absolutely no experience. Ryu tries his best and later gets paired with Arin. And as the story goes on we get to experience how both the characters actually feel on and off screen . DISCLAMER : - Since this is just an introduction, I cannot say you guys a lot of what's going on 😓. Hence, I recommend reading at least 3-4 chapters before throwing this story somewhere behind all the others you haven't read . By the way, the characters Ryu and Arin (and their families, as well as the directors. ) in this story are entirely of my imagination and not influenced by the real life actors like (Ingkarat Damrongsakkul or Phudtripart Bhudthonamochai ). I created them with my own blood, sweat and tears . So in short I'll only feature VERY popular GMMTV " actors " . Also , This story is highly influenced by GMMTV and GMMTV actors and there will be glimpses of them in the later~ chapters .Now, if we wait even a few more minutes I might start throwing names 🤣 so lets get right into it . HAPPY READING !!! 💃💃💃

Naruto has been a lonely kid with no friends or family, he survives on by low allowance and food (which sometimes become expired) given by the third hokage, if it weren't for Teuchi-san and Ayame-san giving him free Ramen when he's completely broke, he would've not been alive anymore. Life is a genuine living hell for him, and he longed for anyone, anything he could care about other than the people who bullied him and the fox demon inside him. He would bunk classes, paint hokage rocks, and pull pranks on everyone just to get people's attention, he would look like a brat from the outside, but in the inside he really was just a broken innocent kid who didn't ask for the life he was living, sometimes he would rather wish to be with his parents up there instead of being here but he wasn't even sure if he could go to the same place as them, he had heard his parents were amazing shinobi who saved Konoha during the Kyuubi attack..."And I have the Kyuubi inside me, so how can I go up in heaven knowing I am a half demon?" That was until he met this guy, he is called Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke. "Unlike others, he never bullied me, he simply didn't pay attention to me but he... didn't treat me like I was a monster either, he never spoke to me but... for the first time in my life, I felt giddy knowing someone simply could be near me and not be scared or mean...just be.. himself..."

He pinned me to the wall, anger radiating off him in waves as he pressed himself impossible close, his hot breath fanning my neck with the heat of his fury. I gritted my teeth, my anger bubbling to the surface at being manhandled, pinned, defenseless "get off m-" "You don't get to have your way today" He practically growled, cutting me off. "How does it feel to be treated unfairly for once, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of someone else's mercy" I glowered at him "I said get off me, you piece of shit" "why should I" he rumbled lowly "when your victims, which are all weaker than you by the way, tell you to stop you don't, why should I afford you that mercy?" "Then don't" I seethed, clamping my feet down hard onto his shoe, he jumped back with a startled hiss and I used that opportunity to swing my fist at him, causing him to completely release his hold on me, freeing me from his grip as he stepped back swiftly to avoid my attack which had been reared right at his head. I stepped up towards him confidently "lets do this shall we, I don't give a shit about talking to you anyway, if you wanna talk lets do it with your fists" A wide confident smirk spread across his disgustingly attractive face before he chuckled, "I have no interest in fighting someone injured" I smirked "afraid you'd lose" "No" he rebutted, snickering "I'm afraid to be the one to ruin the one good shoulder you have" My smile dropped instantly, being replace with a deep dark glower. We'll see about that ............ AND THE JOURNY CONTINUES, HAVE FUN READING This is gay meaning boy on boy, men on men romantic relationships, if that's not your thing look else where, if you are curious feel free to read, just be kind. And as always, take it easy on yourself, whatever good hobby of interest you have, something that makes you feel joyful here and now, do it for you Copyrighted Material. All Right Reserved