Rang Mahal Novels & Stories

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.

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

Ashley smiled noticing the Notre-Dame Cathedral, it's dark design was beautifully crafted,she couldn't stop starring. Ashley stopped next at the Taj Mahal, one of the most popular and biggest tombs in Agra India. The marble walls, served as a sign of true love, and it shined against the wallpower on the wall. Ashley walked through the quiet gardens, as she took in the quietness, beautiful flowers, letters of the world, and the random carvings of art that added beauty to the place. Ashley took a selfie infront the beautiful building, her wild smile adding more beauty to the scene.

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.

"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

“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?”

The Lotus Mahal, with its delicate architecture, unfolded as a poetic interlude—a moment of delicate beauty amid the rugged grandeur. The pinnacle of the day's exploration was the Vithala Temple Complex, a masterpiece that defied the constraints of mere words. As I wandered through its intricate halls and marveled at the musical pillars, I felt immersed in a symphony of craftsmanship and devotion. The stone chariot, an iconic symbol of Hampi, stood as a testament to the ingenuity of ancient architects. As the day unfolded in a mosaic of historical wonders, I found solace in the tranquility of the overnight stay at the hotel—a peaceful interlude to process the myriad impressions. The exciteme

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.

************** 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.