Love Story Indila Novels & Stories

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his warm breath grazing her cheek. "Let's promise each other to always be open and honest," he said softly. Elma nodded, her eyes locked with his, and she felt an undeniable connection between them. "I promise," she replied. Gael smiled, and their faces were now inches apart. "Thank you, Elma," he whispered, his lips lingering close to hers. Before they could share another word, the sound of footsteps approaching interrupted their moment. They both turned their heads to see Linda walking towards them.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Our suitcases have tripled in quantity. I think we bought everything in Fortaleza with the amount of things we're taking back. My friend, as always, never stops talking. And don't even get me started on the guys she hooked up with. Jesus, I couldn't even keep count. It was a different guy every hour. I guess she had one for each night. This girl can't be tamed. I wonder what will happen the day she falls in love. She'll be completely at the mercy of the guy, considering how she treats men. But you know what's great? She's happy like that, with her crazy ways.

Oindrila was impressed to see that she took care of her son and served him first while she silently ate. Later, she starts making small talks about how they met and when they felt like "this is it, we need to get married". Elena blushes and starts the story saying it was all too filmy and accidental. And when it ended she asks, "And we just connected so well and perfectly that we know this is it. We ought to be together. Isn't it Shawn?"

Cecilia stared blankly at Indri, without stopping her steps to back away from the old man. "I apologize. I was forced to sell you Cecilia.” Cecilia blinked her eyes. Dizziness started to haunt him. "I can't believe you could do this to me." Don't ask again how hurt Cecilia is right now, what's more, she realizes that the drink Indri gave her wasn't just any drink. He realized there was a trap in the drink, so he would serve the man. "Forgive me." Indra was crying. Sorry was all he could say to Cecilia. He was completely blind in heart blind eyes, did not know what else to do. Her mother's life is at stake at this point, so Indri is desperate to make Cecilia a sacrifice.

she paused and looked at Zidane before returning her gaze to the camera. "Oindrila...." she burst into tears. "Baby… I’m sorry. I failed you. Mommy loves you more than anything, but Mommy isn’t good for you. Without me, you’ll be safer… happier. I want you to have every happiness the world can offer. I want you to grow and build a bright future. I may not be there to celebrate your victories or comfort you in your lowest moments, but my blessings will always be with you. From the other world, I'll watch over you. I love you, Oindrila. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. But I don’t deserve you. Please… please forgive me. I wish I could see you one last time... goodbye, my baby."

Despite the professional facade, my heart was in turmoil. During my free time, I would walk by the Limmat, admiring the beautiful swans and the happy youth. One day, I saw a beautiful ginger woman in a wheelchair, her head bowed and tears streaming down her face. I couldn't believe my eyes at first, but it was Scarlet, my first love. "Scarlet? What are you doing here?" I asked, approaching her. She wiped her tears and looked up at me, forcing a smile. "Just enjoying the view."

In the end, I put the ring that belonged to me on my ring finger, then tossed his ring aside carelessly. After the unpleasant wedding banquet, I drank myself into a stupor, venting to my best friend. "He planned the whole wedding—the invitation, the venue set up, the wedding rings. How could he not love me?" My best friend sent me home. I was restless, scrolling through my phone, when I saw a story post from Susan. She was holding a pair of bony hands with a heart drawn on them. "I'm so grateful to have met such a great childhood friend. I've survived at the hands of the kidnappers again. He promised to always be by my side."

Adelia said as she rested her head on Afgan's chest. "Let's promise to be together forever, Adelia. I don't want to lose you again. Never!" exclaimed Afgan as he grasped one of Adelia's hands tightly. “What about Melinda?” asked Adelia once again. "Don't think about that woman who deceived you, I'll give her the punishment she deserves. Let her be with Bayu and Silvia..." Afgan swallowed his bitter saliva. Silvia had been proven not to be his biological blood, but Afgan had loved his little daughter even though he had no contact with her because he was always busy in his office every day.

I said, surprised. "Isabella told me everything; she and Dilan were lovers for years. When he traveled, they saw each other wherever he was, and it was three months ago in London where she confessed her pregnancy to Dilan." "I can't believe it. I remember that trip Dilan went to London for emergency business, and that was when I went alone to Italy and went back to see Tristan." "So all was a lie so that he can see her, behind my back all this time. I can't believe it. I never really knew Dilan," I said, confused by these revelations.