Love Haunts Forever?

By Rajeev Yadav

The campus witnessed the new, blossoming love of Bhaskar and Garima as their engineering adventure unfolded. Flirting with her gently, Bhaskar wanted to propose while celebrating her birthday outside the campus walls. In a serene moment by Marina Beach at sunset, he

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers
• Release date: Apr 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9789358197044

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First Edition: September 2023

In heartfelt dedication, I offer my first novel to the memory of my dearest Papa, Shri Guptnath Singh Yadav, who departed from our lives on October 7, 2022.

Synopsis

Love Haunts Forever. In this dark and intense tale, the story revolves around Bhaskar and Garima, whose love takes them on a treacherous journey. The city is plagued by a series of bank robberies and brutal murders, creating chaos and fear among the populace. As the state elections draw near, the authorities unleash the full power of the police department to restore order.

Bhaskar, Rajeev, and Abhimanyu, after enjoying a peaceful evening on the balcony, engage in a conversation about the heightened police presence. Abhimanyu, contemplating a way out, reveals his plan to leave the group and settle down with his love, Niharika. This decision strikes an emotional chord with Bhaskar, who reminisces about his own past love story.

Bhaskar recounts his college days, a time of youthful vigor and budding romance. The campus comes alive with energetic students, and Bhaskar finds himself captivated by Garima, a beautiful and innocent girl. Over time, their connection grows stronger, and they pledge to never part ways. However, a fateful night at a party takes a tragic turn, shattering their once-sweet love story.

Fast forward ten years, and Bhaskar unexpectedly encounters Garima in a desperate situation. Garima is distraught and bleeding, while Bhaskar unintentionally commits an unthinkable offence. As Bhaskar lies wounded, he questions his fate, desperately seeking answers about the afterlife and the repercussions of his actions.

Love Haunts Forever. This tale delves into the depths of love, exploring its consequences and the haunting legacy it leaves behind.

Author's Note

Dear Readers,

As I pen down these words, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude and emotions. I would like to take this opportunity to express my deepest appreciation for the unwavering support and love I have received from my dear friends and family throughout my writing journey. Their presence has been a guiding light that has illuminated my path and fueled my passion for storytelling and writing. To my parents, who have been my pillars of strength, thank you for instilling in me the love for literature from an early age. Your encouragement and belief in my potential as a writer have been invaluable. You've always been my biggest cheerleaders, inspiring me to dream big and reach for the stars. Your sacrifices and unwavering support have shaped me into the person and writer I am today, I know my dear papa you’re not with me, I could imagine seating somewhere in heaven clapping for me, My heart will always remember you until the last breath.

To all my Guardians and well-wishers,

Dr. Sudama Singh, Reshma Devi, Prem Chandra, Sunil Yadav, Garima Yadav, Sunil Singh, Dr Mahipal Singh, Neha Bisht, Soumendu Sanyal, Mahesh Pachar, Pushpendra Rajput, Ravi Srivastava, Vikash Tripathi, Sabhajeet Tiwari, Ashutosh Mishra, Ajay Kumar. Thank you for being my constant companions and for always being eager to read my stories, even when they were rough drafts. Your honest feedback and constructive criticism have been instrumental in improving my writing. Your unwavering belief in me has kept me going, even during moments of self-doubt. To my extended family, friends, and well-wishers, thank you for standing by me and believing in my dreams. Your words of encouragement and appreciation have boosted my confidence and reminded me that my stories have the power to touch hearts.

To my closest friends,

Kaushik, Pratyusha, Pooja, Aditya, Bhaskar, Manwar Rawat and all of them whom I missed to include. Thank you for being my sounding boards and confidants. Your presence in my life has been a source of strength and joy. Your enthusiasm and excitement whenever I shared my new plot ideas or finished manuscripts have been infectious. Your belief in me has pushed me to strive for excellence and never settle for mediocrity. I also want to acknowledge the role of my writing mentors and critique partners. Your guidance, feedback, and valuable insights have been instrumental in shaping my writing style and polishing my work. Your dedication to helping me grow as a writer is deeply appreciated, and I am grateful for the time and effort you have invested in me. It brings me great joy and excitement to introduce myself as a debut writer, stepping into the enchanting world of storytelling. As I embark on this thrilling journey, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt appreciation to each one of you for joining me on this adventure. First and foremost, I want to extend my gratitude to those who have already picked up my book or chosen to read my stories. Your curiosity and interest in my work mean the world to me. Your decision to give a new writer a chance is a gift that I do not take for granted. To those who are about to embark on this literary voyage with me, thank you for taking a leap of faith and embracing the unknown. I hope my words will weave a magical tapestry, transporting you to places you've never been and introducing you to characters who will touch your hearts. As a debut writer, I recognize that this is just the beginning of my writing career. I promise to put my heart and soul into every story I create, striving to improve with each new endeavor. Your feedback, whether it be praise or constructive criticism, will be invaluable to me as I grow and evolve as a writer. I want you to know that I am here because of my love for storytelling. My passion for weaving tales and creating worlds knows no bounds, and I am committed to honing my craft and sharing my imagination with you, the readers. I also want to acknowledge that without your support, my journey as a debut writer would be incomplete. Your encouragement, reviews, and word-of-mouth recommendations are powerful contributions that can help spread the magic of my stories to a wider audience. Please remember that as a debut writer, I am still learning and finding my voice. I promise to be authentic and true to my vision, and I hope you will join me as I explore various genres and storytelling techniques. Lastly, thank you for your patience. Writing is a labor of love, and I am dedicated to creating stories that will make you feel, think, and dream. Your patience during the creative process is deeply appreciated, and I promise that the final result will be worth the wait. Once again, thank you for joining me on this thrilling ride. Together, let's embark on a journey of imagination, emotion, and adventure. I am excited to share my stories with you, and I can't wait to see where this path of writing takes us.

With all my love and gratitude,

Rajeev Yadav

Table of Contents

Chapter 1The Last Journey

Chapter 2 That was the Salty morning.

Chapter 3 Hats off gentleman.

Chapter 4 The Departure.

Chapter 5 The Running Train

Chapter 6 The Madrasapattinam

Chapter 7 The perfect beginning.

Chapter 8 The First Shine of love.

Chapter 9 It’s time to fall in love

Chapter 10 Hold My Hand

Chapter 11 The forbidden kiss.

Chapter 12 Your beauty is divine Gamma.

Chapter 13 The way Home.

Chapter 14 Drowning in love at marina beach.

Chapter 15 The Black Mirror.

Chapter 16 The Gone Gamma.

Chapter 17 It’s been ten years.

Chapter 18 The Grand Hotel Urvashi

Chapter 19 Under the Blue Sky

CHAPTER 1

The Last Journey

22 Feb, Chennai, Velachery.

The basement of the hotel was occupied with luxury cars. The glimmering tube lights on the ceiling were making a bright way, which Bhaskar was following to find a vacant place to park the black car.

Finally, he found one in the dark corner, side by side, by the elevator. Bhaskar occupied the vacant area, and all four men got off the car. Rajeev stands five steps ahead of the bonnet. gripped an unlit cigarette between dry lips. His keen eyes contracted the black lens to capture the objectionable picture in the inky basement, but he could not find any except his friends.

He then looked towards Abhimanyu and Arman, who were marching behind the car. Bhaskar's questionable face received a green signal as they nodded both heads positively at the same time. He threw the car's key at Arman, but he fumbled and dropped it. The gentleman standing around him shared an amusing smile, looking at each other. Arman picks up the key from the floor and unlocks the trunk of the car.

They pulled out two heavy brown bags. Bhaskar presses the button alongside the elevator's wall, and all four men pay pin-drop attention to the lift's arrival. The door of the elevator opens without carrying any abrasive elements. They occupied the vacant elevator with their mysterious, heavy bags.

Our rooms are on the 3rd floor. Bhaskar asks in a confused manner.

Yes, Arman replied.

This fan is creating a sound like the one hanging inside the old local trains, Abhimanyu says, staring at the furious fan hanging from the elevator roof.

It could fall at any time.

Yeah, it looks new, but I think some of its screws are loose, Rajeev said.

That's why the fan got tilted. Bhaskar gazed around.

The sound of the fan stopped on the third floor. Rooms 303 and 305 were on the left side of the stairway and on the right side of the elevator.

Okay guys, we will meet at the dinner table, but now I'm tired. I need some rest and am referencing a bath. Bhaskar opens room No. 303. Arman and Abhimanyu shared room No. 305 with both the mysterious bags. Rajeev shares the room with Bhaskar.

The sun went off in the city. Soon! And the artificial lights were enough to dazzle the heritage and old palaces of the city. The hotels in the city were more attractive at night to catch a stranger's eye. A beautiful wench holds her nose when Bhasker passes by her. The aroma of the shirt was bewitching to every single nose.

Wow, your perfume smell is killing the nose. Rajeev collects the drifting fragrance with a deep sniff.

Yeah, thank you! I brought it from France. He smiled and said,

France! Great. I also have a dream to see the Eiffel Tower, but still, life has not been kind to me. Rajeev Great country! I wish I could live there for a while to enjoy the fashion of France and a variety of perfumes as well.

Yeah, sure, brother. I will pray to God for your visa's arrival. Bhaskar laughed loudly as Abhimanyu smiled while listening to the serious conversation.

But you need to apply first of all. Abhimanyu completed the rest of the sentence.

Um, hmm, still with a gloomy expression.

Look at this, Arman said, breaking down the mirror of the Eiffel Tower.

At the top of the hotel roof, there was an open area surrounded by a steel railing. That was like an open-air restaurant, as it was well decorated with flowerpots. Not all, but some of the flowers were spreading their fragrance in the air. Also, there was a pattern of chairs and tables that were well arranged under the coloured vapour lights. People were enjoying their delicious dinner, and the professional waiters were busy serving the appetising food.

They were separated from the sky by a thick shade of blue glass, which was showering a soft Tamil song as the speakers were attached to it; the city was looking beautiful from the top. The lights of the city were shimmering like stars, and that was an awesome view to watch the twinkling of stars in the sky and also on the earth at the same time.

Please, sir, join here. A waiter shows the vacant table near the corner of the steel railing. The big table was surrounded by six wooden chairs. Before joining the table, Bhasker's eyes were keen to search for the best one, but all were already occupied.

This is the menu card, sir, the waiter said with a spurious smile. Arman took the menu card from the waiter and forwarded it to Bhaskar.

Guys, what would you like to have, vegetarian or non-vegetarian? Bhaskar asked.

Oh, let me see the item first. Bhaskar started reading the dinner course on the second page. Today! I will prefer to eat non-veg. Bhaskar's eyes sparkled with a piece of partially dipped mutton.

Hmm, here it is! Mutton Keema, Mutton Masala, Mutton Reshmi Butter Masala. Looks delicious.

I would like to order Mutton Masala with Butter Chapatti, Bhaskar said, twisting his wet tongue.

I will love it too, Spicy Mutton Masala. Arman also swallows the gulp. And you guys? Arman asks.

Who will like to eat vegetables after listening to the delish mutton masala? Rajeev keeps the menu on the table without completing a single line.

Please bring two full mutton curries and 15 butter chapattis. Abhimanyu gives the order to the waiter. Am I right, guys?

Yes, but first bring some starter, whatever the best one!

Yes, sir, we have delicious dry 'Chicken Majestic' as a starter; I will serve you within a minute. Happily, the waiter's legs move towards the kitchen.

Umhm, what a texture with a smoky flavour.

Yes, you are right, Mr. What is your name? crushing the delicious leg piece bone and trying to read the nameplate of the waiter, which was fixed by a safety pin on his pocket. Mr. Subash, am I right? Chicken is majestic, Abhimanyu said, and the waiter also accepted the appreciation by nudging the head down.

And after finishing the starter, the waiter serves the yummy mutton masala and butter chapattis. Arman lifted the bowl of mutton and brought his nose closer to take a whiff of the flavoured smoke.

Wow! he exclaimed, inhaling the gravy flavour. "To stop the flow of saliva, Arman picked a piece of tomato.

My stomach can't wait for a single moment; let's eat. Bhaskar instructed the waiter to serve the item.

Yup, Rajeev gestured to him to complete the task without wasting his time, and the waiter filled the empty plate. They all enjoyed the delicious food and some good talk. The waiter gently served them, and after they finished their food, the waiter brought a bowl of warm water with floating pieces of sliced lemon to wash their oily hands.

Anything else, sir? drawing a happy face on his cheeks, Would you like to have some dessert? We also have a good collection of north Indian sweets, if you like."

No, thank you. Arman took out his wallet and asked, Can we get the bill?

Yes, of course, sir. He handed over a black copy of the bill with a big smile.

Arman opens the diary and puts five hundred notes inside: No need to return the change; keep it. While returning the change, Arman said to the waiter:

After a good dinner, they all gather in room 303. Arman picks up the remote for the TV, as Rajeev missed it when Bhasker threw it on the bed.

Please don't select the news channel, Rajeev said after losing the remote Rajeev plea to Arman. It always seems boring to me, man. Select some cartoon channels, like Oggy and the Cockroaches."

Cartoon channel?? Bhasker exhaled the smoke of a cigarette completely