Rang Mahal Novels & Stories

I gave in to her and agreed. We went to the shop and had pani puri, aloo chat, Tunday Kebab and lassi. They were all so tasty, I would eat a plate every day if I got a chance. Now I understand why she insisted that we try it. I didn't even have to tell her that I liked it because my face told her it all. Then we planned to go to the Taj Mahal. It was an hour's drive from where we were. I have always wondered what was so special about it. Today I am going to see it for myself. We went inside the Taj Mahal after taking the tickets. We sat on a bench. It was nearly dark. " You know King Shah Jahan built it for his wife Mumtaz when she died. It is viewed as a symbol of love. But there are a lot

I thought who was Gulaab bai who could make Prince sweat in tension. Ignoring and absentmindedly in the middle of thoughts I moved to my Chamber. I entered the Chandra Mahal which was the beautiful architecture I had ever seen. It was beautifully marbled and decorated with seven parts. The first part was for meeting the Gentlemans, there was a long transparent cloth of cream color between the couches to not allow anyone to look. The other part was for meeting the Ladies. It has a lot of things like couches, decorations and games like Ludo, chess and It was attached to the garden of flowers, parrots, rabbits and beautiful creatures. I saw a lot of butterflies there. It didn't have any more wa

"Nagma," I called her and she turned. "Ji," She said walking towards me. "What are the places to visit in the Empire? How big is it?" "Places?" She asked and I nodded. "There are so many things to see here and the most beautiful one is the 'Heer Mahal'. It's the most beautiful chamber of the whole Empire. Its roof is made up of reflective stone. It's huge and it's the cleanest place here. It was made by the Former Sultan for Sultan only. He wished that Sultan stay there with his wife. The chamber is surrounded by the most beautiful garden. It is made up of imported carved marbles and the best thing about it is its highest floor. You can one can see the whole kingdom from the last floor but t

************** Mumbai:bandra They are royals & very rich. " Mr manik malhotra had caught the 500kg rdx with terrorists, they were going to attack on india but before that mr. Manik malhotra encounter specialist assailed on them and destroyed them with their illegal weapons. " Mr. Ashok malhotra read out proudly looking at his son who was eating silently as if nothing happened.

“I don’t think the address is wrong though, given who Aarav is, and the familiarity of this place.” “Where is this place?” The trees somewhat cleared up in front of us as we approached a black gate and my jaw fell off. “That’s Aarav’s house? What the fuck!” It was humongous. Such a kind of house shouldn’t be used for one person or even a family. I was pretty sure it could house half of USA residents. “Don’t be silly. That’s Rashtrapati Bhavan, the presidential suite.” That didn’t sound better. “Like the fucking president of India?”

I wanted to buy the souvenir from the places to keep them at our home and to gift them to the loved ones. Virupaksha Temple, a living testament to centuries of worship, exuded a timeless charm. The echoes of prayers and rituals seemed to resonate within its sacred walls, inviting me to be a part of a spiritual continuum that stretched across the ages. The Lotus Mahal, with its delicate architecture, unfolded as a poetic interlude—a moment of delicate beauty amid the rugged grandeur.

She questioned herself. "Does Mr. Aban live and work there as well?" She revved the engine and got the car moving. "Yes," Liam was not being as talkative as he used to be. "Would you like to go and meet your Mom?" At this question, his face lit up immediately. "Promise?" He asked so she would not back out of her offer. "I promise," Minahil smiled at him. "Now tell me the address of your village." After drive of one and half hour she reached a Haveli that looked like a palace from the 18th century. With its grand doors and spaciousness. The Haveli was embellished with intricate designs from top to bottom.

I was with my group and Nirav and Kavya joined Aarav and his friends. After twenty minutes of rides we reached 'Golden temple'. The Golden Temple, also known as Harmandir Sahib, meaning "abode of God" or Darbār Sahib, meaning "exalted court", is a gurdwara located in this city Amritsar, Punjab, India.It is the preeminent spiritual site of Sikhism.

Maybe on that base, Mas Suma gave me the opportunity to work by giving me a dowry for a gallery unit complete with employees and all operations. Maharani Gallery and Cafe, the name is carved beautifully on a large rock. The gold color contrasts with the black of the river stone. Water gushes between these boulders, falling in a pool full of rocks and green plants beside it. Colorful fish running through the gurgling of spilled water.

"Can't Forget you, My love, " "Can't Forget you, My Dhiya, " Four hours later, Siddhu knocked on the door. I went out casually. He didn't notice me as he was in half-sleep state. Each minute passed slowly by killing me in alive. The next day, The Wedding Day In the early morning, both Akshadh's family and Janu's family reached the Grandeur Mahal. There was no doubt that the Mahal looks like the 8th wonder of the world. Everywhere the decorations of flowers, buds and balloons were the treat to the eyes. There played gentle music that was so divine. In the backside of the Mahal 15rooms were arranged for the relatives to stay comfortable. Ten beauticians were arranged.