The Stolen Identity

The Stolen Identity

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Fifteen years ago, a family lost their firstborn under mysterious circumstances. The world declared him dead, yet his parents and siblings refused to let go. Their home became a shrine of grief, frozen in time, waiting for the impossible, his return. But in the shadows, someone else was waiting too. Where they saw tragedy, he saw opportunity. Their desperation makes them blind, and he plans to use that weakness to infiltrate their home, their emotions, their wealth, and their power. He found his weapon in a young drifter. Cold, detached, untouched by notions of right and wrong and hardened by a life of survival. The young man carried no ties, no guilt, no connections. He had only one concern, money. His task was deceptively simple, step into the role of the long lost son, gain the family's trust, and become their miracle. But deception had its own price. As he slipped deeper into their world, surrounded by grief, blinded hope, and a kind of love he never believed in, the lines began to blur. And he reached a place where he was unable to comprehend, was he still just the imposter playing a part, or had he become entangled in something far greater than money? Would this stolen identity end up costing him his very reality? And strip away not just his name, but the last pieces of who he was? And all the while, the man in the shadows watched, pulling the strings, waiting for the moment his plan paid off, even if it meant destroying the family all over again. (A Family Saga, Brotherhood, Sibling Chronicles) By Aks Mira Wattpad ID: aksmira Instagram ID: aksmira_
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ASP Arham Afraz, a man whose world had shrunk to crime scenes, cold bullets, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Until one phone call changed everything. "Your father, Afraz Meer, has been in an accident." A pause. "Your mother was also in the car." Mother? They must mean his father's second wife. Then came the final blow. "Your father has named you the legal guardian of your younger siblings." Wait... what? Siblings? Guardian? Did he hear that right? ____________________ Two brothers lived under the same roof, yet the bond between them was tangled in places neither of them knew how to reach. The elder one had grown up in the shadow of loss. A childhood carved by unanswered questions, by grief that arrived too early, by a night that stole more than any child should be forced to lose. And then there was the stepbrother. Unlike the older one, he had grown up wrapped in warmth, surrounded by voices that called his name with affection. He had always believed love was something you gave freely, something people naturally returned. Until his elder brother entered the house. That was when he first felt it, the distance. A quiet, cold space between them he couldn't understand, one that made him question himself in ways he never had before. For the first time, he felt unseen. At first, he mistook the pull in his chest for guilt, a silent ache telling him he owed something to the elder one whose place in the family had been dimmed for his sake. But as time passed, he understood it wasn't guilt at all. It was longing. Longing for something he had never had to fight for before, a whole family. ______________________ In that same city, buried in some random orphanage, was a boy with a switchblade tongue. On the surface, he was pure friction, sarcastic, volatile, and permanently looking for a fight. But if you stripped away the armor, right there in the smallest corner of his chest, was a kid who just wanted a place to belong. _____________________

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