Kamar Mandi Orang Kaya の小説・ストーリー

The Golden Contraband and the Serpent’s Nest . The den of Mantu Singh was not a shadowy warehouse or a dank basement. It was a penthouse suite thirty-six floors above the smog-choked, ceaseless sprawl of Mumbai, a palace of glass, polished marble, and imported silence. The only concession to his profession was the omnipresent, heavy-gauge steel door and the way the light filtered through the tinted windows, giving the room a perpetual, deep-sea-amber glow.

Chapter 9 April Money is numbers and numbers don't end. If your happiness is measured by money, do all it takes to increase the numbers to a point you don't need to work to earn it anymore. That was what I could only think of as I entered my room in the Mandarin Oriental luxurious hotel. I'd only seen photos of the 18th Century property online with the girls but I didn't expect it to look so grand in physical. Traditionally filled with cascaded history.

I stand on unsteady legs and make my way to what I hope is a bathroom, pushing open another set of doors to find a space that is bigger than my childhood bedroom. Marble covers every surface, from the floors to the walls to the massive bathtub that can easily fit three people. The tub is carved from a single piece of stone, positioned near a window that looks out over what appears to be extensive grounds. Even the bathroom is designed to impress, to remind visitors of the wealth and power of the man who owns it.

She replied, trying to calm the woman down. Karen walked out the door and into the bathroom, her eyes immediately drawn to the mosaic tile floor that adorned the room. The body of the tub stood firmly in the corner, offering luxurious bathing comfort. Elegant shelves of delicately scented soaps and piles of fluffy towels added to the sense of luxury. At the far end of the room, a transparent screen unfurled to reveal an enchanting view of the outdoors.

When Keyara entered the room, she found a spacious area with a king-size bed adorned with flower-decorated mosquito netting, giving it a bridal suite feel. The room was carpeted, with a large carpet covering the entire floor. On the left wall, there was a door that turned out to lead to a walk-in closet. Then, there was another door in the corner. Ares pointed to that door. "That door leads to my room. There's no key for it; only I have the key. This type of room is often used by English noblemen for their wives. It connects the husband's room to the wife's room so that when the husband wants intimacy, he can enter from his room to his wife's room."

She walked to it, knelt, and peered inside, running her hand along the sandstone in awe. On the other side of the room stood a hand painted silk screen depicting delicate birds perched on thin vines with a waterfall in the background. She stood and rushed behind it. Shock washed over her. She gasped at the copper bathing tub with brass clawed feet. Even though Lord Maxwell had had many expensive possessions while they were married, he had never owned a tub this size. At the armoire, Mercedes swung open the polished cherry-wood doors. The delicate scent of lavender swirled around her. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. This couldn’t be correct. This wasn’t the prison Kat had described.

All servants and staff members were talking among themselves but manik was just walking towards her lift. Getting into a lift, manik just wait for the lift to get opened and with the slight ting sound it was open before him. He hold nandini's hand lightly and took her outside who was looking everything as if she has been delivered to a different world.that Floor was the most expensive and posh area of the same hotel. It's interiors the gold plated work on every door jamb and mainly the expensive wooden doors were telling the royalty, after all it was manik malhotra's private floor so it should be the best.

The young man immediately shook his head. "No need, it just makes me feel inferior, Ashita!" he refused. Zoya chuckled. "My family's mansion is nothing to Mukesh Ambani's Antilia. You know who he is?" "You know no Indian doesn't know him?" Praveen said while swallowing saliva. "Just for your info, Prav! Antilia, the residence of India's richest man, is a 27-story building equipped with a helipad, ball room, theater room and garage that can accommodate 168 luxury cars!"

Everything from the rug to the bed to the walls were oozing of wealth, bloody wealth. What do these people do that gives them so much money? Do they own a tech company? A fashion line? Nope. That is absurd. But still, it was not impossible. I sat on the bed as the maids helped me undress from my wedding gown. "Is this I and Luciano's room?" I was tempted to ask as they took of my earrings. "No ma'am. This is your private bedchamber. Your bedroom. When you desire peace and away from your husband you can come here. We got enough clothes ready here for you" one of them replied.

a man said as I stepped onto the massive stairwell. "Of course." He led the way, and I followed him around the mansion, where everyone was talking about the party and I couldn't relate because I wasn't as wealthy as them. I approached the luxurious chair when the butler open the door. I was left alone in this room, and my eyes were drawn to the luxurious items in the room. Those paintings that appear to have come from an auction, as well as the furnitures that can be seen in the luxurious shop that only available for wealthy people. Marcus must be extremely wealthy, and I hope he's not insane enough for hiring me.