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Tangled and twisted

Two brothers who love eachothers but don't show it. Elder one, careless, bad boy, heartless, selfish and younger one, compassionate, loving, considerate and selfless. What will happen when they fall for the same girl ? Who will back off for the sake of the other ? Or will they fight for her ? What would be the outcome when, they are over possessive for her and can't share her with anyone else ? What would be the magic which will let them at ease even at the thought of sharing the love of their life with their own brother ? How are they gonna survive the tangled and twisted situation ?

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Bitter moments of past

There was silence in the room after that for a long moment. Amber have changed him and only SHE is the one who got away after slapping him hard in his face !

And he too didn't reacted anything in particular. Maybe because, he was holding our daughter and didn't wanted to scare her.

" You shouldn't be doing all this stuff infront of her, you know. She is so little to witness her father getting slapped by her mother. Violence affects the behavior of children if, they witness it in early age ! "

Mother said softy, concerned, to Amber after sometime.

" Oh, YOU are the one telling me this ? Who shouted out kill me, kill me ? You have no fucking right to advise me anything when, you have done worse ! "

Amber said angrily.

Though, she was angry and it looks like she wanted to insult mother for her unwanted advice; but everyone knows she was mad at mother for her such behavior.

And she was angry because she cared for her and didn't wanted to loose her.

" True. I have done worse ! I shouldn't have said any of that infront of her. And I am sorry. I have no right to advise you on anything. "

Mother said looking down, embarrassed.

" But you know what ? If, she stays with us, she is going to be the worst girl ever ! Because neither of us has control over us, as in how to behave infront of her.

It will be better if, you could stay and teach her manners, just as you taught your sons !

My mother is dead and I have no experience in raising children. It would be better if, you could help us raise her into a good person ! "

Amber said grabbing mother's hand warmly, pleading her to stay with us.

" You are mistaken. If, I will help you raise your child, she would balme you forever just like my own child have been doing and he will continue to do it till my last breath !

And I have heard enough, I don't have anymore capacity to listen to it and be unaffected with it anymore. "

Mother said shading tears, feeling hurt.

Kevin wasn't looking at her but I can tell he was uncomfortable and uneasy; almost feeling guilty !

" That's not true ! "

Kevin said without looking at her and we all turned towards him in surprise.

That wasn't expected from him so, he caught us off guard.

" What's not true ? Aren't you blaming me for forever now ? "

Mother asked him.

" Instead of asking ME this question, why don't you just ask the mother inside you, why am I doing it ? "

Kevin said coldly

" Do you think that was a mother who ignored her husband ill treating her own son infront of her own eyes ?

Why did you forget that, I was a wife too whoes husband had accepted her even after she cheated on him and even accepted her bastard son and agreed to give him his name so that, he won't be called a bastard for his entire life by the whole world ! "

Mother said feeling hurt.

She was remembering the old time and it hurt me as well, I have seen father insulting him at each step even when, he was way better than me in almost everything !

" And what about him ? Did he missed any single opportunity to insult me ? To call me a bastard; even if, he used it as a curse word ?

He could have called me anything if, he was mad at me for not carrying out the work he asked me to. But he never called me anything but bastard ! Reminding me who was I, at each step and each day ! "

Kevin said hurt.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. I haven't seen him this hurt ever.

If I could cry, I would have been crying out loud.

He had faced my father's rage and insults without crying or cursing him back; but now that, he was accusing mother for not helping him out then; he is more like expressing his grief of all the long lost time when he didn't !