Aking Mahal Novels & Stories

Every step he took felt like a step closer to his destiny, to the woman who held his heart in her hands. As he approached the maid that belonged to Mahara's family, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the regal façade that loomed before him, its walls coated in intricate plasterwork and adorned with towering columns. He took a deep breath to calm himself before approaching a maid who was sweeping the front steps. "Excuse me," he greeted her, a faint tremble in his voice. "May I please ask where is Mahara?" The maid, a middle-aged woman with a kindly face, looked up at him curiously from beneath her cap. "And what business do you have with Lady Mahara, may I ask?"

Malikha muttered while frowning deeply at the tiny structure. She glanced nervously to the right and left before cautiously stepping closer. With hesitant movements and an anxious expression, she slowly opened the small wooden door and entered the stall. Once inside, Malikha immediately looked upward, checking the walls carefully. Thankfully, the wooden panels were tall enough to prevent anyone from easily peeking inside. Still, she grimaced at her own miserable situation. Perhaps this really was the fate she had to endure as Aidan’s wife. Praying silently that nobody would come, Malikha carefully turned on the warm-water faucet. Instantly, steaming water poured down.

“Woah!” Halsey’s eyes widen in awe. They’ve arrived at the Checkmate Casino, one of the largest casinos in the country. It’s situated only an hour away from Bayers’ Coast but Halsey has never been to the place. The luxuriant casino has a red and gold theme with the touch of Indian architecture. The building is shaped like a miniature Taj Mahal only with dark jade marbles. Several pillars are placed within the building, sturdy and smooth while the carpets are deep scarlet. There’s a large throne in the middle of the room which is reminiscent of the infamous Peacock Throne which Halsey has only read about in the books. Even the names of the different sections are named after Indian Mughal rule

"Fine. But you need to pay the rent." "How much?" "A few dollars." "Money is not a problem, Mahal." Mahal. Which means love. "I can even give you all my treasures. I do not care. You're more precious than material things." Terah closed her ears. "Do not give me those corny pick-up lines. I don't want to hear about it." Zachary shrugged. "It's up to you to trust my words or not. One thing I can assure you, Mahal. I am not lying to you."

Ashley smiled noticing the Notre-Dame Cathedral, it's dark design was beautifully crafted,she couldn't stop starring. Ashley stopped next at the Taj Mahal, one of the most popular and biggest tombs in Agra India. The marble walls, served as a sign of true love, and it shined against the wallpower on the wall. Ashley walked through the quiet gardens, as she took in the quietness, beautiful flowers, letters of the world, and the random carvings of art that added beauty to the place. Ashley took a selfie infront the beautiful building, her wild smile adding more beauty to the scene.

Their hasty retreat and panicked expressions pique his curiosity. “Fleeing, are we?” Malachai’s voice slithers through the silence, smooth and mocking. He steps into the moonlight, his tall frame cloaked in a robe adorned with strange symbols. His presence stops the witches in their tracks, their wide eyes darting to him with a mix of caution and recognition.

“I… I yie… I!” Zaahir’s fiery eyes gleamed with absolute triumph. “Yes! Bow down before my supreme might! Surrender your essence to the true ruler of flames!” He advanced with a laugh, reaching out and gripping Maalek’s neck with his massive, clawed hands. His arrogance completely blinded him to the subtle movement happening right beneath his feet. Maalek’s hands moved quietly, drawing the fine, white river sand into his tight grasp. With immense, quiet concentration, he channeled the baseline energy of the cliffside, heating the trapped sand instantly until it melted into a dense, glowing spear of molten glass.

Eh, he will live though. "Where are you?" "By lanes of Agra." Maahi grinned. "Taj Mahal is worth it." "I really hope so. But I haven't been there yet. I am shopping right now." "Oh." "Why are you calling in the morning? Our chat time is late in the night, isn't it? Did I not get some memo?" his muffled sound came, as if his nose was pinched shut.

"Can't Forget you, My love, " "Can't Forget you, My Dhiya, " Four hours later, Siddhu knocked on the door. I went out casually. He didn't notice me as he was in half-sleep state. Each minute passed slowly by killing me in alive. The next day, The Wedding Day In the early morning, both Akshadh's family and Janu's family reached the Grandeur Mahal. There was no doubt that the Mahal looks like the 8th wonder of the world. Everywhere the decorations of flowers, buds and balloons were the treat to the eyes. There played gentle music that was so divine. In the backside of the Mahal 15rooms were arranged for the relatives to stay comfortable. Ten beauticians were arranged.

Grace entered through the side, her footsteps echoing on the pristine floors. The room was empty except for the centerpiece, a suspended sculpture of wings made entirely of crystal shards. And standing beneath it… Malachai. He wore a black shirt open at the throat, tattoos curling up the side of his neck. His hair was slicked back, his eyes glowing with that strange mix of brilliance and madness. “You came,” he said softly. “I had to.” He motioned to the sculpture. “Do you know what this is called?” She shook her head.