15 year old Artika Varma had everything in her life that she wished for.
Three crazy, insane yet supportive best friends.
An angel like mom whom she considered as a role model.
What could possibly go wrong????
What could possibly go wrong when 5 sinfully handsome men, enter her life as her brothers
Correction STEPbrothers
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"Hey! My house, My rules", he said.
"Oh really? My knife, your life!", I replied
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"Awwww.... Thanks so much Hulk!!!"
"Hulk?"
Oh shoot! Did I say that out loud?
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"It's all because of me right? I am so sorry dear! I should've been with you when you needed me!"
"It's okay Pa!", He replied in a monotone voice.
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"I don't need help, okay?"
"It is okay to ask for help Bhai. It only makes you ten times stronger. Believe me!"
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"So? How's the feeling bro?"
"Feeling of what?"
"Feeling of having a sister."
"Trust me. It's amazing!!"
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"I am sorry bro. I have never been so jealous of him in my life! I may sound selfish, but she is the only source of light in my dark world. I want to give her one chance - for this relationship. For being her brother!"
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"Leave him Abhi! Let him sleep. I have never seen him sleep so peacefully in years!"
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"Why are you sad princess?"
"I just wish he were here. To see me win this medal!"
"He must've been caught up in an important meeting. Let's wait okay?"
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"I don't want anything. Just lay on bed and sleep dear. Sleep for an eternity. I don't care. But, please don't leave us. Please don't leave me!", He whispered the last part, begging her to stay
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Pranks begin, chaos erupts, people are bonded, past is dug out, secrets are unveiled and truths are told.
Read on to find out more.....
P.S: My first few chapters might be a mess, since I am an amateur writer. Things are good after chapter 9. Hope you give me a chance!
(On Hold due to exams)
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.