Background Kamar Pink Novels & Stories

~Rosie I lie on my side, back to Time. He stands in the doorway to the bedroom I have just been allocated, watching me. I’ll admit, this lavish estate within the clouds above the city keeps getting better, starting with this room. The walls may be a powdery pink colour, with creamy white trim and furniture to match, but it’s got a big bed and has a door. It’s enough to keep me sated.

I can hear his calm pulse as he strokes my hair gently. It's so weird to be naked in my childhood bed with my man. It feels so wrong and right at the same time. Strangely, it feels so peaceful to have him in such a space. I'm surprised that my parents never changed anything about the room. The small bed in the corner with pink sheets. The pink walls with pictures of designers and models. The small windows with pink curtains. The pink dressing table next to a pink closet. Yes, that's how obsessed I was with pink.

All the walls were white marble, except the far wall, which was dark red - contrasting perfectly, with the immaculately made, grey king-sized bed. Sephora was rather impressed with how clean and light everything was, as she escorted Ambrose passed his bed, and into his en-suite bathroom, consisting of a light grey and white colour scheme. Ambrose must have felt her surprise through their bond, because as Sephora set him down on the edge of the white porcelain bath, he quirked a smile, "I'm not a slob all of the time you know." He drawled, watching as Sephora put the plug in and started running the water. She barked out a sarcastic laugh,

I got up after a few moments and was slightly surprised to find that I was not in my own room right then. The room is spacious and the walls are pink and the furnishings look antique, as the furniture is bronze, lilac and gold. The bed is enormous. There is a pole at each corner of it and it looks like there is a big curtain that hangs and hangs down. They painted the walls and ceiling pink. The air conditioner was blowing hard, so I lay down again and felt good about myself. ‘Where is Mommy? Could Granny be there?’

Thank God for soundproof walls. The walls to my room were textured dusky pink paint with a sparkle of shimmer in it. The wooden floor was covered with a plush pink rug and my bed and furniture were grey. Whilst my bedding was grey and white patterned print, there was a floor-length window that was covered in white and pink organza curtains. A book corner, containing rows of books, diaries, and my candle collection was on the left of the door. On the floor in front of the shelves were several cushions, where I would usually sit to read or write.

I nodded, walking into the building with him. We had checked everywhere in the house. It was all so perfect. The Master Bedroom was lit, totally perfect for us. The Guests' room was also Damn gorgeous. We were checking the third room out now. "Wow!" I said, scanning the room. It was a very big room painted in half-pink and half-blue. It seemed like the combination of two different rooms. The pink part of it was girly and the blue mixed with a bit of purple theme was more of a boy-looking room.

The walls were adorned with light pink wallpaper. A neon pink sign on the left proudly proclaimed ‘Boss Babe.’ In the center of the room sat a lavish round bed, decked out with an array of fluffy pillows in various shades of white and black—A cute giraffe soft toy perched on one of them. Above, the ceiling was breathtaking, resembling a pink galaxy adorned with tiny, twinkling white stars floating.

Not really feeling any remorse about my attitude towards them, I followed her to the room she had prepared for Haya to see how they’d tidied it up. I looked around the room and saw that they’ve outdone themselves in renovating it to a typical princess bedroom style. A Pink princess bedroom features a cloud tray ceiling accented with a pink flower ceiling fan placed above walls painted pink lined with a Candy Buttons headboard on a twin bed dressed in white and pink butterfly bedding next to a single round bedside table and a Melissa & Doug Plush Giraffe as well as a pink settee placed at the foot of the bed. Everything literally screamed pink, from the walls to the rugs.

“It’s Eris.” He gave me a smirk and pushed the front door open. I followed him quietly, even when he took the stairs, and down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door, painted with pink. I rolled my eyes at the color. “We didn’t know what you like, so we prepared this…” He opened the door, and the walls were all pink like I was some Disney Pink Princess. The bed was big and comfy, the wardrobe was filled with clothes, I could tell they were expensive.

The moment Isabella pushed the door open, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The entire room was drenched in pink… from the walls to the curtains, to the fluffy rug beneath her feet. It looked like a cotton-candy explosion, and Isabella couldn’t tell if she’d just stepped into a bedroom or the fever dream of a six-year-old princess. Everything screamed pink. A pink bed frame, pink blanket, pink dressing mirror, pink wardrobe, even a damn pink foot mat. The walls? Painted in a mixture of pink and white. “What the hell is this? Does she think I’m four?” Isabella muttered, utterly horrified.