Aking Mahal Novels & Stories

“Aw come on, man. You missed one point there. I told you the jewel is enchanted. That’s why I told you to buy it.” Kazal halted his appraising and heaved a sigh too. “Rein, even if I have the money, 3 billion gold is a no joke, okay? It will hurt me more if the so called enchanted jewel you spoke of turns out to not be enchanted at all. I’ll gnaw you to death if that happens.” Kazal flashed his pair of canines at Rein threateningly before returning to gaze at one of the jewels. Though witnessing those threat, Rein still doesn’t look like he wanted to give up. He crossed his legs on one another and caned his elbow on the counter. “Come on, man. You’re a Golden Retriever so you should buy thos

she shouted, hearing no response from Maham. "Yes, Mama?" Maham was standing on the stair wearing her earring. Maham was now a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl with heavenly features that she inherited from her parents. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a fair complexion. Her caramel hair that reached her waist was left open. Her grey eyes always reminded Mehr of Haya. "Let's go, Mama, I'm ready" She said standing in front of Mehr, "You're just like her, always late" Mehr chuckled, Maham smiled and thought, "Why do I always remind Mama of her daughter? Why are there so many similarities between us?"

★NINA★ If I thought the exteriors of Malachi's house was luxurious, the insides were even more magnificent. Looking at his luxurious building, you'd know he came from old money. One of the security guardsmen who stood outside the main door to Malachi's led me inside. The foyer was an empty hall but then we passed by the sitting room which had perfect polished brown couch and a sleek caramel table at the middle. My eyes went around the sitting room, viewing all the paintings hung on the wall.

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

Maybe on that base, Mas Suma gave me the opportunity to work by giving me a dowry for a gallery unit complete with employees and all operations. Maharani Gallery and Cafe, the name is carved beautifully on a large rock. The gold color contrasts with the black of the river stone. Water gushes between these boulders, falling in a pool full of rocks and green plants beside it. Colorful fish running through the gurgling of spilled water.

Krisha said with a smile. After he left Krisha got ready for her office and left after having her breakfast. After few hours when she was busy in her work she received a video call from from Abeer, she smiled that finally he will give her surprise. She answer the call "Guess where I am right now?" Abeer asked immediately. "Where?" Krisha asked in confusion. He turned the camera and showed her a palace which is in center of the water. "Jal Mahal" She asked. Jal Mahal is in Jaipur and one of the best tourist destination.

She took a deep breath, re-centering her magic, and pressed a single, ringed finger back into the center of the crimson scrying pool. The smoke on the vellum swirled once more, parting like a heavy curtain to reveal the dark, ruined interior of Malakai’s luxury command vehicle. Back in the valley, the illusion of the sophisticated, untouchable tech mogul had completely disintegrated. Malakai was throwing an absolute, unhinged temper tantrum.

We’re in what looks like a ridiculously extravagant, sun-drenched dining hall bathed in cool, silvery light. A long, impossibly polished mahogany table stretches before me, lined with intricate golden teapots, delicate porcelain cups, and towers of cakes and pastries too perfectly constructed to be real. At the far end, Malakai sits casually, impeccably dressed in a silk baby blue outfit, pouring himself a steaming cup of vivid raspberry-coloured tea, looking every inch the gracious host waiting for his reluctant guest. An eerie tune suddenly begins playing from a record player at the far end of the room, and it sends chills up my spine.

Haaye mainu ki ho gaya Sunke teri baatein sone yaar ve Maahi mainu tere naal pyaar ve Haaye main mar jawaan dil jaaniye.. Haaye main mar jawaan Say shava shava Maahiya Say shava shava Maahiya Ve shava shava bhangda ve shava shava Hoye! o balle balle Hoye! o balle balle Hoye! o balle balle Hoye! o balle balle

I thought who was Gulaab bai who could make Prince sweat in tension. Ignoring and absentmindedly in the middle of thoughts I moved to my Chamber. I entered the Chandra Mahal which was the beautiful architecture I had ever seen. It was beautifully marbled and decorated with seven parts. The first part was for meeting the Gentlemans, there was a long transparent cloth of cream color between the couches to not allow anyone to look. The other part was for meeting the Ladies. It has a lot of things like couches, decorations and games like Ludo, chess and It was attached to the garden of flowers, parrots, rabbits and beautiful creatures. I saw a lot of butterflies there. It didn't have any more wa