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Dhriti walked into the kitchen looking for her twin. The emergency at the hospital kept her engaged for the whole day. Once she clocked out she realized that Dhruv had taken both the boys home. The thought did not sit well with her. Dev was doing well but Dheer needed around the clock care. Home was hardly safe for him.

Dhruv looked up as she walked inside, a small tired smile graced his lips. "Tell me you are not going to the restaurant today." Dhriti dumped her coat on the kitchen table. She had walked straight into the kitchen from work.

"Get the coat off the table, Dhriti. It needs to be washed."

"Stop trying to divert my attention." Dhriti hissed. "You are not going to the restaurant today. Dhuv. You need rest. I swear if you step out of the home I will...."

"I am not going anywhere, angel. Relax!" Dhruv held her gently by the shoulders and made her sit.

Dhriti's eyes narrowed in skepticism. "You are taking a break?"

"Yes. The boys are unwell. I cannot leave them alone. Dheer does not like taking help and Dev gets upset when he has to look after himself...."

"Then why did you get Dheer home? The nurses would have taken better care of him. You do not have to play his nurse."

Dhruv was about to reach for milk for coffee when he said that. He said the milk aside and turned around to look at her. "That boy saved Dev's life, Dhriti. Could we be a little grateful?"

Dhriti stiffened. That boy was the Randhawa Heir. His very presence was making her restless. They were living a peaceful life before he walked and brought trouble with him. After he came into their lives they were bombarded with problems. She could not help but remember the past. A decade ago they were living a happy and prosperous life. Though their fathers music career had taken a hit they were still happy.

Her father was still around, taking care of them. They had a beautiful family until Devansh Singh Randhawa stepped back into their fathers life offering help that her father did not need. His arrival brought home troubles. Her mother and Devansh's wife Anjali Randhawa did not get along much. Anjali Randhwa never let go of an opportunity to taunt her mother. The woman was pure venom.

Her mother did not want the woman in their home, but their father never listed. He adored his younger brother and wanted to welcome his family with open arms. He conveniently forgot the fact that his younger brother shamelessly married the woman he was once betrothed to.

Her mothers apprehensions were justified. She had seen the fights and arguments enough to know that her mother was right. No woman could happily embrace a woman who was once a part of her husband's life. Abhishek Randhawa never understood her mother's pain. He only cared about reconciling with his estranged brother.

For over two decades the brothers had stayed away from each other, thanks to Yash Singh Randhawa's stubbornness. The old man never forgave his father for marrying the woman he loved. Dhrti did not understand how Abhishek could still love the old man and crave for his forgiveness.

He blatantly ignored her mother's insults and sufferings. Though Dhrti loved her father she could never forgive her mothers tears. Dhruv was another story. Her twin was her fathers replica. He always put family first. Her mother kept her troubles to herself, and never told him anything. Dhruv was a boy and often mothers did not share their pain with their sons. Dhrti on the hand knew exactly what was happening. Her mother was her best friend. Growing up she never needed a friend because her mother was always there to talk. They shared everything with each other. Their pains, their secrets, their ambitions, even their regrets. So, Dhriti knew what her mother was going through and kept her distance from Devansh and his family, while Dhruv bonded with them.

Anjali was smart enough to keep evilness hidden. Dhruv was charmed by her and adored her, just as he adored Dheer. Their bond hurt their mother more. She tried to keep Dhruv away from them, but 17 year old Dhruv was innocent and gullible. Somewhere he was still the same. She was worried that he would once again fall for the Randhwa's lies. The last time their mother was there to protect them from the repercussions of Mrs. Randhawa's evilness, now they had no one. Dhriti had to step in and make sure that Dheer did not hurt her family in any way. She lost her father because of the Randhawa's. She was not prepared to lose anyone else.

Dhruv gave her a gentle shake to gain her attention. She seemed lost to the world. "Kahan kho gyae? (Where are you lost?)"

Driti shook her head. "You are getting attached to Dheer, Dhruv." She said softly. "That boy is a stranger..."

"Is he?"

Dhriti's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean by that?"

Dhruv stepped back to prepare the coffee. "He saved Dev's life, Dhriti. We should focus on that. Stanger or not, we owe him a debt. It takes a heart of gold to shield someone else with your life."

"You did it for Dheeren" Dhriti could not stop herself. Dhruv froze in his place. They never spoke about the boy. Dhriti could see the anguish in his eyes. She gently wrapped her arms around him, offering all the comfort she could.

Dhruv stepped back from her embrace. "Dheer uth gaya hoga. I will give him coffee. Have some coffee and rest. You need to sleep more than I do."

Dhriti did not argue. She did not wish to upset him further. For now she had to take a step back. As Dhruv pointed out, Dheer had saved Dev. They owed him a debt. Any debt owed to the Randhawa's needed repayment. Once it was repaid she could send the boy back home. That was the best for everyone around.

Dheer heard the knock on the door and looked up from the chess board. He and Dev were playing for the past hour. The boy was bored and so was he. Dhruv made it very clear that they were not to step out of their room. Dheer did not understand how Dev compiled but he found it a struggle. If he had not been feeling so unwell he would have defied Dhruv on purpose, but unfortunately his body was acting against him.

As Dhruv stepped inside with the mugs, Dheer prayed it was not again juice or worse milk. The man was driving them crazy with his care. Dheer could smother people with his love. Not love. Dheer's heart whispered caution. Gratitude.

Dheer took a deep breath. He did not want his brother's gratitude. He wanted nothing from the Randhawa Siblings. They meant nothing to him. He was there for a purpose. Once he was done....

"Coffee." Dhruv set the coffee before the boys and reached for the medicine box. The doctor had given specific instructions for Dheer's medication. The boy could not skip a single dose.

Dheer made a face as Dhruv handed him his medication.

"Take it, Dheer. I know it tastes bitter but we can't do anything about it." Dhruv sat down with them. Dev automatically gravitated towards him. Dhruv's arms wrapped around the boy pulling him closer. "Kabse khel rahe ho dono. (Since when are you two playing)?"

Dev opened his mouth to answer but Dheer shook his head. If Dhruv knew about it he would lecture them again about rest. Dev took the hint and fell silent.

Dhruv gave him a pointed look. Dev gulped and looked down. He did not know how to deal with that look.

"It's been ten minutes, Sir." Dheer answered before Dev could get them into trouble. The boy had no filter around their Bhaiya. He did not understand how a seventeen year old could be so obedient. He needed to teach the boy to rebel.

"Ten minutes?" Dhruv rubbed his forehead. Did the boy think he was born yesterday?

Dheer nodded his head, but he found it hard to maintain eye contact. Those amber eyes could drive the fear of god into anyone. He wished he could master that look one day. It could come in very handy.

"When did you get up?"

The sound of the doorbell saved Dheer from the inquisition. "It must be Akshu." Dheer got up in a hurry. She promised to come visit him in the evening. He forgot he was on bed rest and swayed. Dhruv grabbed him before he could fall and made him sit back. "Have you sworn not to use your brain Dheeren?"

Dheer froze in his spot. Dhruv realized the slip and shook his head. The boy was pushing his buttons. He needed to get a grip on his emotions.

"Rest. I will get her here."

Dhruv rushed out of the room, before he did something like yelling at the boy. You don't yell at strangers. He had to remind himself for the thousandth time.

Dev set the coffee aside and reached for Dheer's hand. "Be a little careful with yourself, Bhai. You need rest. You wanted to come home and Bhaiya got you here at his personal risk. If something happens to you, Bhaiya will feel very guilty."

Dheer sighed he had not thought about it.

"Sorry," Dev whispered softly.

"Kyun? (Why?)"

"Bhaiya can be a little overbearing. He is never like this with strangers, I mean..... With outsiders.... I mean people he does not know" Dev blocked his mouth. No matter what he said it came out wrong.

Dheer smiled at the innocence. Dev was very vocal, and honest. It was a real tragedy that the boy was hiding something big from Dhruv.

"I know what you are trying to say. I am a stranger. We barely know each other. Don't worry. Mughe Bhaiya ke kese baat ka bura nahi laga. (Don't worry I did not take offense to anything Bhaiya said.)"

"Sache? (really?)"

"Jab koi humhare itne fekar kare na to hume kaise bura lag sakta hai.(When someone takes so much care of us, how can we take offense?) It feels nice to be cared for."

Dev nodded his head but he could feel the longing in Dheer's voice. "Do you miss your family? Woh bhi aapka aise he khayala rakhhety honge na? (They must have taken care of you the same way?)"

Dheer nodded his head. He was well loved but his grandparents always exercised caution. They were firm but they never chastised him much. He knew they feared that he would feel the absence of his parents and compensated in heaps with their love. Somewhere Dheer missed the firmness. Not that he was complaining, but he did miss the normalcy that all children had.

"Kaun kaun hai aapke family me? (Who is there in your family?)"

"Daddi Daddu aur main (And me). We make a happy little unit."

"Bas Daddi aur Daadu. Koi aur nahi?"

Dheer fell silent. He was not ready to reaffirm Aman's lies. He was sick of all the deception. Dev reached for his hands again. " Aapke parents? (Your parents?)"

"They passed away when I was seven."

Dev's eyes filled up. He knew the pain of losing a parent. He was 8 when he lost his father. Though he still had his mother to take care of him, he felt the loss. He barely remembered his father. Dheer must have gone through the same and he had no one other than his grandparents.

"I am sorry."

"It was a long time ago, Dev. I barely remember them, but I know they were good people. They will always be in my heart."

"You miss them?" Dev whispered softly. He was well loved by his siblings but sometimes he still missed his mom. He never missed his dad because he barely knew the man and it was Dhruv who always filled in the role of father. He wanted to know if it was normal to feel that way. Dheer nodded his head. No one could take a parent. He was well loved by his grandparents but they could not become his parents.

"No one can take a parent's place, Dev."

Dev did not answer. For him his Bhaiya had always been a parent finger. If he did not know his mother's love he would have given a mother's place to Dhriti. Knowing made all the difference. He did not wish to upset Dheer in any way so he kept his opinion to himself.

Dheer was about to say something when Dhruv walked inside with Alisha. Dev's face lost all color, and Dheer's eyes widened in surprise. What was the violin girl doing at their home?

"You have a visitor, Dev." Dhruv grabbed the blankets from the bed. The boys had made a mess of them. It was not how he wanted their guest to see them. He wished he had asked her to sit in the hall and asked the boy to come down. It was too late to think about it.

"Sorry for the mess." he apologized immediately.

"It's okay, Mr. Randhawa." Alisha smiled. She did not mind a little mess. It told her that the room belonged to a happy teen.

Dev got down from the bed. He did not know what his brother knew, but he was scared that he would find out the truth.

"Aap yahan, Di? (What are you doing here, di?)"

"I came back home today. Our neighbors told me about your hospitalization. I wanted to check on you. Are you okay now?"

Dev bobbed his head, his eyes kept darting towards Dhruv. One wrong word and everything would come tumbling out. He did not want the truth to come out that way.

"How do you two know each other?" Dhruv questioned. Dev felt tongue tied.

"He comes to me for classes." Alisha was the one who answered.

"Oh! You are the computer teacher?"

Alisha shook her head, she wanted to say something when Dheer spoke up. "Bhaiya kuch jalne ka smell aa raha hai. (Bhaiya I can smell something burning.)"

Dhruv frowned. There was nothing on the stove. He made sure he had turned everything off. "Mughe to koi smell nahi aa rahe. (I don't smell anything.)"

"Nahi Bhaiya, bohot strong, smell hai. Kyun Dev? (No, Bhaiya. I smell it. Right Dev?)" Dheer gave Dev a gentle nudge. The boy nodded his head reluctantly. One more lie added to the list. Dhruv neatly placed the blankets in the laundry hamper and rushed down to check.

Dheer let out a sigh of relief, but the moment the door closed he gave Dev a gentle whack. "Bhaiya se baat nahi keya tune abhi tak? (You did not talk to Bhaiya yet?)"

Dev shook his head. He did not get a chance. Everytime he wanted to talk he felt terrified. He wanted Dhriti by his side when he confessed. Aisha did not look impressed either. When Dhrirti came to her requesting private lessons for Dev she had discussed the situation at home. Alisha told her that she did not like deceiving people. Dhrti assured her that she would tell Dhruv everything soon. That was a good ten days ago.

"Your sister said that she would be talking to Mr. Randhawa about the lessons." her voice was sharp, making Dev flinch. "Is he still in the dark about it?"

Dev lowered his head. Dheer placed a gentle arm across his shoulder. He did not like the sharp tone that Aisha had taken with him. "It's a personal matter, Ms. Dikshit. I don't think we should inferefere"

"When an outsider is dragged into a deception it longer remains a deception, Mr?"

"Maheshwari" Dheer supplied. She had the same glint in her eyes that Dhruv did and she was a decade younger to his brother. He did not understand how a girl in twenties could master such a look or attitude. However he did not appreciate her scolding his brother. Even though she could make his heart flutter with her beauty, his loyalty would always remain to his family first.

Alisha nodded her head. "Driti Ma'am assured me that she would resolve everything. That is why I agreed to give lessons to Dev. I make an honest living, Mr. Maheshwari. It is Mr. Randhwa who is paying for the boys lessons. I don't think it is right to deceive him."

Dev could not even look at her. She was right on all counts. Dheer agreed with her but he could not bear to see Dev upset. "It's between the brothers. They will resolve it."

"Then let me make it clear that there will be no further lessons." Alisha shook her head. "Until Mr. Randhwa gives his permission to Dev, he is not welcome in my home. I will refund the fee. I will not be a part of any deception, Devansh. You are a young boy, but you should know that lies do not last forever. One day Mr. Randhwa will find out the truth. How do you think the lie will make him feel?"

Dev's eyes filled up. He dreaded that day.

"Your sister is a very smart woman. She should have already told you this, but lies and deception can destroy relationships. Rishton me ek baar darrar pad jaye to woh phir se jud nahi sakta. (Once there is a rift in a relationship it becomes impossible to bridge the gap.) I am no one to give you advice, but you came to me for lessons. A teacher always shows the right way. And you are taking the wrong way Dev. You are wrong...."

"What did he do?" Dhruv's voice startled them. Dev shivered in fear. His bhaiya must have overheard everything.

Alisha wanted to tell him everything but Dheer shook his head, pleading with his eyes. She wanted to ignore the look but there was something about the amber eyes that she could not ignore. She hated lies and deception but she fell silent.

"I was telling him he should not be careless" Alisha said the one thing that was not a lie. She had not come there to enquire about his health. She wanted to give him the phone that he had left at her place. She was cleaning the room in the evening when she found the phone nestled between the couch cushions. It's an expensive i-phone. The boy was really careless.

"He left his phone at my place." Aisha removed the phone from her purse and handed it to Dev. It was her dad in Dhruv's palace, he would not handover the phone to the boy. He would make the boy feel the sting. The boy needed to learn the value of things, and from what she was seeing of people as well. He was taking everything for granted. When she met him first she thought him to be kind hearted. Now she questioned her own judgement.

"Mughe chalna chaye abhi. (I have to go now.)"

Dhruv took the phone from her. He was filled with anger, but he did not show it before Aisha. "Please stay for coffee"

Aisha shook her head. "I just came to make sure Dev was fine and give him back the phone. Thank you, but some other day."

Dhruv nodded his head and escorted her out. It was best if she left. He needed time to calm himself before he dealt with dev.

Dheer let go of Dev. The whole situation was complicated. "Tughe yahe mile the music sekhne ke leye. Kitna lecture dete hai yaar. (Could not find someone better to teach you music? She is full of lectures.)"

Dev sat down. Every word Aisha spoke was the truth. Dheer sat down with him. "Teacher thode old fashioned hai par baat to sach kahe hai usne. (She is a little old fashioned but what she said is the truth.) You should tell Bhiaya everything. Aaj woh sach bata detey to bohot gadbad ho jatey. (If she told the truth today you would have been in trouble.). You can't delay this more, Dev. Bhaiya ko sach bata dey. (Tell Bhaiya everything.)"

"Dar lag raha hai, Bhai. (I am terrified, Bhai.) I will lose him forever."

Dheer pulled him into a one handed hug. He could understand the fear. One day soon he would have to confess everything to Dhruv. He would forever lose his Brother's trust. Dev on the other hand had Dhruv's unconditional love. He would not lose Dhruv.

"Ho sakta hai woh thoda gussa karen, par woh tugje zatur samjhenge, Dev. Bahca kehtey hai woh tughe, koi apne bache se kabhi door nahi ho sakta. (Maybe he will become upset with you, but he will understand you. He calls you his bacha, no one can stay away from their child.) Aab bhi der nahi hue hai. Sach batadey. (It's not too late, Dev. Tell Bhaiya the truth.)"

Dev nodded his head. He had to find the courage. He had to do the right thing. He was done fearing everything. He could not continue to live like that. Even if his Bhaiya hated him after that he had to accept it. Maybe he deserved to be hated. It was the right punishment for the lies. Tears threatened again but he wiped them away and went down looking for his Bhaiya. He was ready to face the consequences.

Dev was ready but Dhruv was nowhere to be found. Dev searched everywhere but his Bhaiya was missing. Dhruv had gone out to calm himself down. Dev felt restless as he waited for him. Dhruv tried his best to calm him but the boy was too agitated. When he realized he could not be of any help, he went down to call Dhriti. She had a better chance of reaching the boy.

But when he went down he was surprised to see Dhriti talking to someone softly. The man was seated in the hall, looking gave. Dheer's eyes widened in shock as he saw his Mamaji. Aravidn Maheshwari was the last person he was expecting to see there. His eyes quickly darted to the door. If his Bhaiya saw him the game was over. The truth would come out in the worst possible way. Dhruv did not deserve that.

Dhrti looked up when she felt his presence. She did not wish to do it that way but she needed him gone. Aravind Maheshwari was her only chance. The man hated them as much as they disliked him. There was no love lost between them. They stayed in the same city and often came across each other. Dhruv even catered most of his events but it was always a professional relationship. The man made it more than clear that they meant nothing to him, Dhriti did not want it any other way. He was just like his sister, shallow and haughty. That is why she knew he would come the moment he knew about Dheer staying with them. The man never wanted Dheer anywhere around them.

"He is here, Mr. Maheshwari." Dhriti rose to her feet. "Please take him with you. Dhruv will be back in an hour. I don't want him seeing you or him."

Aravind stiffness. His stormy grey eyes flashed with suppressed anger. The family never understood the value of relationships. He did not understand how his sister and nephew could love such selfish people. He did not want Dheer anywhere near such toxic people. He quietly made his way to Dheer, who stood rooted to his spot.

It was a year since he had last seen him. The boy had grown up on him again. He wished he had inherited his mother's looks, then he would have something to hold on to his sister. Unfortunately Dheer took after the Randhaw clan.

"Kiase hai bacha? (How are you bacha?)"

"Aap yaha kya kar rahe ho, Mamaji? (what are you doing here, mamaji?)" Dheer controlled his panic. Any moment Dhruv could walk inside. He was not ready for the confrontation.

"I called him," Dhriti answered for Aravind. She wanted no confusion. She had no ill intentions against Dheer, she only wanted him gone. "You are unwell, your family needed to be contacted. So I called him."

Dheer's eyes glinted. He knew why she called Aravind. It was the best way to get him out of their lives, but Dheer knew how to stand his ground.

"Thank you for your concern, Dhriti. Your concern is really appreciated."

Driti ignored him and looked at Aravind. "He needs to be on bed rest for atleast two days." She picked up a file from the table and handed it to Aranvid, "This has his medical reports. He should not stain himself in any way and needs to follow the diet....."

"I know how to take care of my nephew."

"If you knew, he would not be here." Dhriti shot back.

Aravind did not dignify the insult with a retort. He would never degrade himself to their level. Aravind gently held Dheer by his shoulders. He could see the exhaustion in the boy's eyes. "Wapes chalo, Dheer. Yahan tere leye kuchhh nahi rakha hai. (Come with me, Dheer. There is nothing for me here.)" Aravind held Dheer's hand and pleaded. Dheer shook his head. He was not ready to leave. His work was unfinished.

"Halat dekh apni, beta you need rest. (Look at your state, beta.) Ghar chal please. (Let's go home, please.)"

Dhruv shook his head again."I need to stay here, Mamaji. I cannot tell you why but I need to stay. Aap please yahan se jao Bhaiya aate hi honge. (Please go from here, Bhaiya will be back any minute now.)"

"Woh tera kuch nahi lagta, Dheer. Uske saath tera kabhi koi rishta nahi ho sakta. Tu hamesha uske liye paraya hi rahega. Usme aur uske maa me koi farq nahi hai. (He means nothing to you Dheer. There can be no relationship between you two. You will always be an outsider to him. He is just like his mother.) Selfish and greedy.)"

"Don't you dare insult my mother, Mr. Maheshwari" Dhriti's eyes glinted in anger. "Don't forget that you are standing in my home. We did not ask Dheer to come here...."

"I came of my own free will." Dheer finished for her. He did not want a fight. He was terrified that Dhruv would come back anytime. He turned back to look at his uncle. "I am sorry Maamaji., main nahi aa sakta (I cannot come). Please leave from here. I will call you soon, but for now you have to go. I do not want a fight. I am too tired to fight now."

Aravind gently cupped his face. "Then come with me. They don't want you here. I do. Please chal beta. (Please come with me beta.)"

Dheer wrapped his arms around the man in silent apology but stepped back. "I want to stay here Mamamji. Please don't force me to come back. I need to stay here. I know you love me enough to do anything I ask of you. And I am asking. Please leave."

"Bohat pachtaoge, Dheer. (You will regret this, Dheer)" Aravind's eyes filled with sadness. "Main tujhe phir se us halat me i dekh sata, beta. Please. (I can't see you suffering again.) Come home with me."

Dheer gently took his hand and placed it on his head. "Aapko meri kasam hai, Mamamji. Chale jayeye yahan se. (If you love me, please leave from here.)"

Aravind stepped back. The boy left him with no choice. Dhriti's eyes widened in disbelief. She expected the man to drag Dheer out of there, not give in to his demands.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I will tell you everything. For now, leave. Bhaiya should not find you here."

"How does it matter...."

"Please Maamu, I need...." he swayed as exhaustion took over. Dhriti reached for him immediately. The boy looked close to collapse.

"Dheer?" Arvaind cupped Dheer's face. "Please chal beta (Come with me beta)"

Dheer shook his head. He was too tired to fight. He looked at Dhriti. His eyes pleading. "I don't want to...." His eyes closed as his body gave out under him. If Dhriti was not holding him he would have fallen down. Dhriti's eyes widened in shock. She was not prepared for him to faint.

"Kya hua ise? (What happened to him?)" Aravind panicked.

Dhriti gently lowered the boy to the couch and looked at the man. She could hand over the unconscious boy to the man, but she could not. The look that Dheer gave her was not something she could overlook. The boy looked desperate and terrified. Not like the arrogant Dheren Singh Randahwa who had walked into her home.

"He is fine. It's only exhaustion." She forced the words out, curbing her own panic. She should have waited to call the man. In a way she was responsible for Dheer's condition. Guilt overwhelmed her.

"I will take him home."

"NO" Her voice rang sharp. Arnavind gave her a confused look. It was she who called him and asked him to get Dheer out of their home as if the boy was an unwanted pest.

"You asked me...."

"This is not what Dheer wants. Let the boy gain consciousness. If he wants to leave with you, he can decide for himself. Right now he is distressed. It is best if he stays where he wants to stay."

"But you don't want him here."

"Neither do you." Dhriti's eyes glinted. "But we cannot always have what we want. Mr. Maheswari. I guess we both know that. Please leave now. You can try again tomorrow."

Aravind wanted to stay back but he did not wish to distress Dhruv. The boy had never asked him for anything. He could not fail him the first time he did. Aravind walked away with a heavy heart. Dhirti lowered herself to her knees and gently caressed the boy's face. "Kyun zidh kar raha hai, Dheer. Please wapes chala jaa. Yahan rahega to hum dono bas ek dusre ko hurt kartey rahenge. (Why are you being so stubborn? Dheer. Please go back. If you stay we will only hurt each other more.) I can never accept you and you can never respect us. Please go back. Our worlds can never meet."

Dheer flinched slightly. He was gaining consciousness again. Dhiti called for Dev to help her carry Dheer to the room. Things were slowly slipping from her hands. She did not know what to do any longer. She could pray that it would not end up like the last time they met. She was not prepared for another storm. All she could do was pray! 

1- Your take impression on Aravind Maheshwari

2- Everyone has their own reasons for their behavior who do you see as the villain. (NOT WANT rather SEE- impression from the story)

3- How should Dhruv react when Dev tells him the truth?

4- what was your impression on Aisha?

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PS. There will be no love stories. Everyone will have a good bond but please do not expect me to explore any love stories. That will stretch the book forever and this only a standalone drama. The book will end once the family reunites. I will write the happy ever after as I do always. Do not send me plot requests asking me to show couple moments. That would take the focus off the main plot.

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