STEPBROTHERS

"You think you're a man now?" Ashar snarled, his voice a thunderous roar. "Sneaking out like a thief, embarrassing me in my own house?"

Before Wajid could respond, the belt cracked through the air, striking across his back with a force that made him stagger. The sharp sting tore through his skin, but Wajid bit down hard, refusing to cry out.

He lashed the belt again, this time across Wajid's leg. Wajid stumbled, catching himself against the wall. "I didn't sneak out to challenge you," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "I left because I couldn't breathe in this house."

That only fueled Ashar's fury. The belt came down again and again, each strike harder than the last. "You think you're suffocating?" Ashar spat. "You don't know the meaning of suffering!"

Wajid struggled to his feet, his legs weak and shaking. Blood smeared his leg where the belt's buckle had cut into his skin, but he stood tall, staring Ashar in the eye.

"You think this makes you strong?" Wajid said, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with defiance. "All it does is show how weak you really are.

Ashar froze for a split second, his chest heaving, the belt still poised to strike. But the words had struck a nerve, and the rage in his eyes flickered with something almost vulnerable-an unspoken pain he refused to face. Ashar dropped the belt and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Wajid sank to the floor, his body a mess of pain and bruises. He wiped at his face, his vision blurred with tears.

Navigate through the life of three stepbrothers Ashar, Wajid and Wali as they try, fail and then again try to develop a relationship filled with love.