Novel & Cerita Jingga

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Ril gave me a glass of red liquid which is not blood or wine. It is some kind of juice that is extracted from a rock called Jije. They add salt and sparkling water to it. This drink is called Vaz. They drink it only when a wedding happens. Like a congratulations drink. While I, who didn't like it much, couldn't take in more than a sip. It is kind of sour, which is a bad taste for my sweet tooth.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

"That woman was eagerly listening to my every word, but she left when I gave her a hint, dang." He stopped at a bucket filled with striking yellow powder, picked a shovel, and dug in it. "And turmeric, the golden spice that makes everything glow." Ronjon pulled a brown bag and placed it in front of the old man. The latter sniffed and enthusiastically said, "This gives life to our Bengali food, making it welcoming and luscious. Same as the Marigold garlands we wear on special occasions, welcoming guests, and bringing a festive spirit." He poured it into the bag and walked to another shelf.

As the sun rose on the day of the haldi function, the vibrant colors of India painted the atmosphere. Ameera stood before the mirror, her reflection adorned in a stunning Indian lehenga, a gift from Sunena's mother, Leela Malik. The vibrant hues of yellow and orange radiated joy, mirroring the excitement of the occasion.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

The tattoos were quite intriguing. ‘This guy is really big' Kimberly thought to herself, not taking her eyes off his large biceps. He eyed her suspiciously. She couldn’t help but swallow hard from fear because the person standing before her looked powerful, there was no denying that, but what caught her attention the most in all of his features were his captivating grey eyes, she couldn’t help but get lost in them. Kimberly gazed at the stranger’s eyes then she noticed that they flickered from grey to yellow and then back to grey. She flinched away in fear, wondering what the hell just happened. It seems she was slowly imagining things or probably starting to go crazy.

Killian asked. Godwin reached inside his bag that was hanging on one shoulder and brought out something white. He outstretched his arm to hand me what he was holding. I saw that they were white flowers. I reached out and took them from him. There were three of them tied together by one black string and one red. They were three gardenias of which two were the same size and one was smaller with hints of red on it. I sat there looking at the flowers and said, “gardenias. They mean children and family.”

A jug of orange juice danced behind it with a pair of glasses trailing like little ducklings after their mother. An empty glass bobbed in front of her. "Come on now, grab it. It won't bite you, or at least this set of dishes won't. I keep those ones locked away for the guests I don't like." Circe's cupid-bow lips curved. Not exactly reassuring, but given she didn't want to offend the crazy and powerful witch, Toni wrapped her fingers around the glass and managed not to squeak when the jug poured juice into it. After that, it was easy for her to accept the small plate piled with food, which settled on her lap.