Book 1 in the " Eternity" Series..... ******************* Garima shocked, horrified. " What-what are you doing kartik? A-aap pagal ho gaye?" " If you think you're not worthy of living...then I don't want to live either. If you burn, I'll burn. That's it. I'm not watching you disappear from this world while I breathe in it." Kartik calm but fierce, eyes burning into hers. " W-why?" she asked, voice trembling... as tears slipped down her cheeks. He cups her tears -streaked face, his hand gently resting on her cheek. " Cause... It Started from Eternity... It Started with Eternity and It will end for Eternity..." he whispered, voice soaked with devotion, love and something achingly sincere. *********************** #1 in Uae [ 23/ 7/2025 ] #3 in Revange [ 15/ 9/25 ]

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?

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

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 back at him.