Dead Heart Longing is now available on multiple platforms. It’s a perfect read for fantasy, romance, and general fiction fans. The story is a blend of multiple genres. It takes you on a mythical journey among the mountains of the Himalayas, the ruins of an ancient Tibetan castle, and the depths of another realm ruled by the mighty Naga. With a hint of mystery, a romantic tale unfolds within these pages, mesmerizing the readers. So, what are you waiting for? Get your copy today and enjoy.
About the Book:
Enter a reality where the living and the dead coexist.
Gesar, who was once a mighty king, now roams an ancient Tibetan castle as a ghost. His heart, as cold as the snow-covered mountain tops and consumed with bitterness, melts when he meets Nur. She is a woman like a warm summer breeze drawn to history and untold pasts. And their love will defy time and stretch beyond the human’s lifespan.
Yet, the shadows of forgotten conflicts threaten to extinguish the spark of their fragile relationship. As their fates collide, Gesar’s long-dead heart stirs with an unfamiliar warmth, and Nur faces an impossible choice. Should she save the cursed soul she’s grown to love or condemn him to eternal solitude?
Excerpt
A Lost Soul
The castle stood on the highest hill in a valley surrounded by the mighty Himalayas. From its towers, in all four directions, you could see tiny houses and huts stretched as far as your eyes could roam uninterrupted by nature. Though calling it a castle would probably be wrong, it was more of a ruin of one. Yet, its vastness would leave you in awe.
On the outside, vines crawled on every wall. Shrubs and wildflowers overran the grounds. Trees of silver fir and blue pine scattered across the uneven landscape. Broken windows shuddered with each gust of wind. And the inside was bare of any furniture or sign that humans ever lived there. Cobwebs hung from walls, and dust coated the cabinets. Shadows lurked in the corners and monsters seemed to peek from each dark nook.
Locals avoided it, fearful of the ghosts and goblins that haunted the empty structure—a shell of its past glory. As magnificent as the sun in the sky on a cloudless day, once upon a time, the grandeur of its halls was unparalleled. Now, a husk of its former self, it was still standing. That alone was something of a marvel.
Back in the day, tourists frequented the place, but then it was deemed unstable and unsafe for viewing. She was a brave girl who dared to darken its corridors, for no one else bothered with the falling skeleton of an ancient castle. At least, not in the past decade or so.
“Look, you must come and see it for yourself,” she was talking into the phone. “This place needs saving. It’s a national treasure. Seriously, it might be the oldest standing building in the Himalayas. Imagine the benefits if we succeeded in getting it declared as such.”
Her excitement grew with each word she uttered and her green eyes shone. Whether that too was a result of her eagerness or because of the afternoon sun, he couldn’t tell. Everything about her was illuminated and to his eyes, she seemed like a phantom. Maybe he conjured her up with sheer will. No, he wasn’t that imaginative. He quickly discarded the idea because she was real. More so than him.
It wasn’t the first time an outsider came to the valley and fell in love with its history. Unfortunately, all previous efforts to get the place status of a historical site failed. It would take too many resources to restore the castle and make it safe enough for human viewing. It was practically falling apart, which made it dangerous, especially if you considered its location—at the edge of a steep hill with at least a hundred feet fall on three sides. And only one travelable dirt road leading in or out of its giant front gates.
“Don’t you trust my judgment?” she said to whoever was on the other end. She waited for their response before continuing, “Times are different now. I’m sure it’s possible. In this day and age, what isn’t? We can even turn it into one of the hottest tourist destinations.”
Whatever the other person said satisfied her. “Okay, that’s settled then. I’ll see you next week.”
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And the story continues with twists and turns much like the winding mountain roads.
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