Novel & Cerita Aphmau House

"Sometimes What you are looking for Comes like a Yellow And trap you in a web When you're not looking" TAAPUR . . Rathore Mansion , Mumbai . . Same Day . . . (When Taapur went with the boys) Abhimanyu was working in his study room , on the very important Business's files but sudden knock on the door disturbed him . He looked up angrily but his eyes softened to see His Choti MAA (Shakti/Aunt) was standing at the door step with both Father's of Taapur

It was her house! Three story big, plush villa with a fountain across the entrance standing gloriously in the light of the sun. The sun just rose. Amara bit her lower lip as the guard standing before the gates of her house amusingly stood up from the chair that he was sitting in and forced a smile at her. "Amara ma'am? You are here!" he exclaimed.

I could read that he was familiar with the place we were passing through. How could he not when we used to visit my parent’s house whenever we came home to this province? Casa Amara was composed of villas and rest houses that were inside the big compound. The houses were far enough from each other so the guests could have their privacy. Clients can choose the type of villa we have. Some rest houses were made of bamboo for fresher feels, while others were made of concrete. The car stopped in front of my office. I helped Nexus sit in his wheelchair again. My secretary, Anjeanette, came afterward and greeted me.

Searching for anyone who posed a threat to me. Seconds later, a couple of men appeared inside a doorway to our left. Fumbled for their guns. Amadeus didn't hesitate. Jumped at them with all his might. Crashed into one that tumbled into the rest. None of them were harmed but disarmed long enough that I could pass. The compound consisted of mainly one street. Several houses littered the sides. A shack in the middle. One large truck that had a cage on the back filled with children was parked in front of the largest house of them all. The house Priamos had told us about.

“I remember everything you tell me, Layla.” I smiled before I could stop myself. “Her name was Amara. She believed in creating things with love.” “Then it’s perfect,” he said. “We’ll call it House of Amara.” Just like that, something inside me clicked. A spark. A soft hum of joy. “I like that,” I said, voice almost shy. “It feels... right.” “We’ll build it from the ground up,” he continued. “No lies. No manipulation. No dirty shortcuts. I want this to be something we’re proud of.”

[Zeve’s POV] Zahir set the coordinates of the place in his mind and Hikari used his magic to teleport us in front of a gable house constructed in aesthetics of blackish green, black, white and golden. I looked around and there were over twenty houses identical in design, but different in colour and precincts. A thing that stood out about Zahir’s house was — golden spells beautifully and aesthetically carved all over the house in the Maziki language. That house had small windows but no doors.

He then started walking. The sky was dark now and the trees made it more difficult to see the way. They made the inside of the forest even darker. They were walking for a couple of minutes now until Amara saw a small fine house with smoke coming out of the chimney. There seems to be somebody inside cooking. They headed their way inside the house. It is cozy. Amara was impressed. Suddenly, a lady came out of a room which Amara assumes to be the kitchen.She was holding a large bowl of meat cooked in a soup. It smells so nice.

She asked. Steve grinned faintly. He already understood that the beautiful woman had forgotten him. The other side sighed in annoyance, angry that Fiona had forgotten the events of that night. "You've completely forgotten." He said. "What do you mean?" interrupted Fiona until she put her body first. Steve again carved a smile until it formed a seesaw that was so obvious on the corner of the lips. He thrust the body, approached the woman, and whispered; "Mariposa Hotel." ***

“Did you tell Goth the direction to our home? Nathan? Why are you smiling at me like that? Tell Goth he is heading in the wrong direction.” “Amore we are heading towards our home… see we are here.” They turned into a driveway, the gates opened letting them in to see a beautiful double-story white beach house in front of them. The house was surrounded by a green lawn. In front of the house, there were colorful tulips planted. Amore looked amazed at the house and then at Nathan. “Suprise,” Nathan said. “This is our house?” Amore asked while pointing her finger between her and Nathan. “Yes, and there is more,” Nathan said excitedly.

Even, I didn't recognise the road and the area outside and now I'm standing in front of the old house just like an old Haweli (Palace). It was looking ancient but it was coloured recently and it was beautiful. So many people are working around. I realised that we are in the village. There is no other house that is bigger than this one. Are we at the right place? I looked at my Mom and her look wasn't pleasing. But I think she is doing this for the sake of my Dad's last wish. "Ask someone, which is the house of Mr Vashishtha Sharma?" Mom ordered me and pulled down the glass of the window.