Manik Bunga Novels & Stories

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

She wasn't my people; she was born of my enemy, but still… They formed a horizontal line a few feet apart from us, they put their candle lights to the ground, and brought forward the basket filled with flowers. Each of these flowers was a rose, tulip, carnation, orchid, and aster. From the left on how they stood was how I'd mention. The sobbing little child held the carnation flower. I ordered men to take out the flowers from each of their baskets.

Rissiya said, a flower bouquet in her hand. “Oh yes, I think I agree,” Carrola smiled. “These are my troublesome younger brothers,” he pointed at the rest of them, making them amused and laughed. “Are you guys done snacking? We’re going to pay our respects,” Carrola asked. “Do you still got your flowers?” Rissiya asked. “If you lost it, I still have more,” she raised her bouquet. Everyone raised their flowers. Jai frowned when he saw Mac raising an orange lily. “Where did you get that?”

“Don’t try to distract me! I need to know what you’ve planned so suddenly that you’re not ready to reveal anything.” "You'll find out everything soon, bunny." Manik chuckled, looking at her eagerness. He refused to elaborate more. It wasn't a business dinner. He had driven her to the seaside. There was no one else on the beach except the two of them. Nandini was standing in the middle of a vast, intricate and beautiful arrangement of flowers and rose petals, lit up against the evening sky by a swarm of hundreds of candles, all arranged on and around a white platform in the middle of the beach. The display was complete with an overhead archway full of hanging fairy lights.

We've been searching for the perfect bouquet for our granddaughter's birthday. SENTHAI (steps forward, eager to assist) Good afternoon! We have a wide variety of flowers. Is there anything in particular you're looking for? ELDERLY WOMAN (smiling) She loves daisies. Do you have any? SENTHAI (excited) Absolutely! We have some freshly cut daisies right here. Senthai carefully arranges a bouquet of daisies, adding a few complementary flowers to enhance its beauty. ELDERLY MAN (astonished) Oh, it's perfect! How much is it?

"Let me have those. What's the name?" The young lady brought me a bouquet. "These are called orchids. They symbolize admiration, strength, and luxury, making them a great choice for men who value elegance." "I think I'll go with these orchids. I love the purple color and how pinkish they look," I said, blushing as I took a deep sniff of the flowers. She handed the bouquet to me. "How much are they?" I asked, gesturing for her to package them. "They cost 50 dollars," she said with a smile.

Lily reassured me from behind. I turned to her. “I can do whatever I want?” She nodded affirmatively. I looked at the first man, who had shown me red, white, and blue roses. “We’ll take your red roses,” I smiled at him before moving on to the next man, who had tulips in every shade. “We’ll take your purple tulips,” I decided, making him light up with a smile. The next man had lilies. “We’ll take your beautiful orange lilies,” I confirmed, picking one from the basket he had brought. “And you,” I pointed at the last man, “you can make the filler for the bouquets.” I turned to Lily, who smiled proudly at me. “This way we’ll have a lot of variety and many beautiful colors, all representing the K

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.