Book 1 in the " Eternity" Series [ Completed ] Kartik x Garima ******************* Ishq woh bala hai, jisko chhuaya isne woh jala hai...dil se hota hai shuru magar, kamwaqt sar par chaddha hai...🪷 *********************** Started : 05/05/25 Ends : 06/04/26 #1 in Uae [ 23/ 7/2025 ] #3 in Revange [ 15/ 9/25 ] #1 in plot [ 6/12/25 ] #1 in Eternity [ 24/12/25 ]

I feel like I'm the TV playing in the background that people only notice when there's no other noise... For the girls who carry storms and still hold on to sunshine. This is about Varsha who's been surviving quietly for too long. About loud thoughts, silent heartbreak, and the desperate hope of being chosen - not out of pity, not by chance, but on purpose. And perhaps, this time, someone notices her. A gentle tale about loneliness, healing, and love that feels like home.

She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when she was little and she has six older brothers. Now that she has to go live with them, she can sense they're all hiding something from her. But what could it be?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look