Ghost Story: Love Destiny Novels & Stories

Dadi said coldly. They left the place. There were only Samarth and Aradhya remained. He cupped her face and said, "I love you, Mrs Goenka." "I love you too." She said in a crying tone. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you that night." Samarth apologized for not saving her. She wipes off her tears and said, "It was my destiny. But I love my destiny because it gives me you." She put her head on his chest. "Shall we go?" Samarth asked.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

he says picking up two glasses from the waiter tray; he hands me one and cheers the Stark couple with the other glass. A few seconds later he bids them farewell and walks further, many men greet Argon and he returns the gesture by taking a small sip from his drink finally guides me into a private room. He swings the door open and holds it there for me to enter first; I follow. “My dear Laura, It’s such a delight to finally meet you” a lady in a long black gown and dangling necklace and earrings says in an edgy tone. She stool up from her chair and walked towards us.

It was serene and beautifully maintained, and the grounds were cleaned daily. After wiping the tears from my face, I drove alone to Guthram Cemetery. The weather was perfect that day. After I arrived, I slowly found my way to Sebastian's grave. My hands trembled as I touched the headstone, feeling the engraved words. "In Loving Memory of My Husband, Sebastian Lockwood." Sethian had buried Sebastian here under my name. All the strength that had kept me going seemed to vanish in that moment. I sank to my knees in front of the grave and ran my fingers over the words. My eyes were fixed on his photograph.

“She’s better than good. But I won’t leave her in the dark.” Ines hesitated, then nodded once. “Just don’t forget—ghosts can’t love the living. It never ends well.” He didn’t turn. “Then I’ll haunt carefully.” Outside, the storm broke. And in the silence that followed, the world felt smaller—tied together by the steady echo of one pulse, and the woman who now carried it.

“Look at her! She’s ruining my reputation! That horrible woman! I hate her!” Lucas tried to calm her, “It’s okay, honey. The fortune teller said the fate swap is in progress. Just wait for a few more days. I’ve got her fate. We’ll never run out of money. “I’ll take you shopping for houses, cars, planes, and yachts! Will you still care about something this small then?” Zoe was mesmerized by his promises and held her breath. “Honey, promise me you’ll love me forever.” “Of course.”

The Ghostly Betrothal Vigil was the final rite before the deepest solstice nights — held in the moonlit Ghost Hall where the manor’s ancient spirits manifested most clearly. Ethereal figures of long-dead lords, ladies, and the Bound Spirits drifted through the vaulted chamber, their translucent forms replaying fragments of their own tragic love stories and broken pacts. It was here that powerful Alphas traditionally made formal offers of marriage or alliance, the ghosts acting as silent witnesses and judges.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

Destiny brings everyone's end and it dawned on me that it was my end today. "Poor you Price. You will remember this night always. You will remember me always. Even if you want you won't be able to move on from me, because Everytime I will come to haunt you like a ghost." "You will never be happy Price. If I won't get you then even if the girl who you get along with, won't have you. You will be with her, but you won't be hers. She will cry in front of you, yet you won't be the man enough to wipe her tears. Good bye Price. Your time in hell starts now!!"