Rang Mahal Novels & Stories

Singhania Mansion Mumbai, India Sanjana's POV: I am at home and everybody is busy pampering me and I am loving every second of it. Akshay has promised to come home early. It has been a hour and I want him with me. I took my phone out and called him.

Madhumeeka said and all nodded. After a few days In Jaipur..... Their Royal relatives, Laksh's in-laws, Sameer's relatives, Naina's Aunt, and her daughter Rukmani all came to Jaipur's Hawa Mahal. Lavanya, Veer, and Avi are with the little baby who is swinging in the cradle. The whole Hawa Mahal is now looking like heaven. They decorated it with curtains and flowers. After so many years the Hawa Mahal became alive with the hustle and bustle of the family members and guests.

In, fact he was enjoying his food. " Come on kids, hurry up we have to go now." Our bags were already loaded in cars and we went to airport. The flight was on time. We all reached Shah mansion in New Delhi. The house was very huge and beautiful. It had a very large open space around it. Though it was not used properly. We all got down from our cars and walked towards the main door, but ma ji said, " Please wait here for 5 minutes Megha, as you are entering our this house for the first time. I want you to wait. I want to welcome you in this house properly."

ROSHNI'S POV After an extremely tiring three hours long drive from the airport to the Mahendrapavarti's desert, we finally arrived at the royal palace, everything has changed, I mean the entire village has been transformed into something extraordinary, it's so beautiful around here "I muttered to myself", I kept admiring the beauty of the environment that I e already here at the palace, the vibrant voices of the masses brought me back to reality *Prince Mahendra Pratap Kapadia Singh is here, one man among the masses announced

Nothing was false. Before independence, Gandhi Ji had arrived here straight from England for a protest. It was called Bombay before why? Go and read its charming history. Who knows? It might melt you! Or maybe it will make you fall in love with Mumbai the way I do. Now that Gandhi Ji's name is mentioned here you could imagine its significance in the history of the world. It has been a key place in many freedom struggles. So many, that I would leave this story to tell some other day. Nowadays, at present, It's the home of some of the divine actors. From the legendary Amitabh Bachchan to the charming and witty Shah Rukh khan to the ever so Stunning Aishwarya Rai. Three names have carved a pla

Kumud Palace was a jewel at the head of the hill top. Standing proud above the meandering road through the small, green patches of forest in the course, it shone like pure melted gold in the bright sunlight. Built with yellow and red sandstone, it was a stunning proof of the architectural acumen of His Royal Highness Mahendra Pratap Raghuvanshi — the great, great grandfather of Ranvijay's mother.

She got out and we walked into the mansion. It was dark and everything was black. Behind the main double door entrance was a grand hall. It was a giant room with stairs on both sides leading up to six different floors; each had their own doors with halls most likely leading to more doors. There was a large, crest shaped window above the door, but it was made of black stained glass. There was a huge candle-bearing chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room just barely enough to be visible. The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space.

I need to make myself look presentable as well. I am not bothered about my face. It definitely isn't going to come in front of anyone but I have to take care of my clothes. I changed my clothes and took some rest till Maharaja Devdutt was here. I'm free from my daily chores. Few hours later a maid came to inform me that now we are summoned to go and join Maharaja and give him a tour. Well that's going to be a tiresome work because this Palace is huge. It's one of the biggest Palaces in the whole akhanda bhumi. (an imaginary country that is divided in kingdoms.)

, Anvesha retorted to which Adhyayan nodded in affirmation and continued, “The beautiful story written by Kalidas is set up at Kanvashram. Bharat, their son, after whom our nation is named as Bharatvarsha was born here” “This is so interesting. The place seem to be hidden gem.” Anvesha remarked to which Adhyayan said, “The anecdotes of this place are found in Indika too”, referring to the book written by Greek ambassador, Magesthenese who attended the royal empire of Chandragupta Maurya. “Wow!” Anvesha commented enthusiastically looking forward to visit the place. Adhyayan just chuckled as he told, “You know this place had seen its downfalls too. It was looted and plundered by the Mughals wh

Being a mother her first priority is always her baby, her Avu. Abhimanyu first took her to Indian Museum. They took their tickets and entered inside. The white old building founded in 1814, 9th oldest museum in the world stood in the heart of Kolkata. Siya was excited as she always wanted to visit Indian Museum which has rare collections of antiques, armour and ornaments, fossils, skeletons, mummies and Mughal paintings.