𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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Stepping into Jal Mahal felt like entering a dream world. From afar, I had admired its ethereal presence floating on the glassy waters of Man Sagar Lake countless times. But being there in person was an entirely different experience - almost surreal.
A light mist surrounded us as we got closer to the palace, adding to the surreal atmosphere. I was astounded by the Indo-Aryan architectural splendor of the magnificent red sandstone edifice, which appeared to rise directly out of the lake.
The moment we set foot inside, the fragrance of fresh flowers and the soft glow of candlelight surrounded us. A woman draped in an exquisite saree greeted us with a warm smile, gently sprinkling attar that perfumed the air. I clutched Viraj's hand tighter.
The interior walls were a brilliant canvas of artistic creation. Every corner was covered in intricate paintings that told stories of a bygone era. Rich hues of gold, vermillion and lapis blue danced across the frescoes, each stroke a masterpiece.
"This is so beautiful," I gushed, barely able to find words to express my wonder.
Viraj leaned in close, his voice low and inviting. "Just wait until you see the garden." We climbed the stairs with that promise still hanging in the air, my heart racing with excitement at the thought of all the other wonders this magnificent water palace had in store for us.
Eager to see the lavish garden Viraj had promised, we ascended to the top floor of Jal Mahal hand in hand. As we stepped out onto the terrace, I gasped in sheer delight.
The garden was a breathtaking vision of romance. Hundreds of red balloons floated above, their vibrant hues mirrored in the twinkling candles artfully placed throughout. Strings of sparkling fairy lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a warm, magical glow.
My gaze was immediately drawn to the far end, where an exquisitely decorated table awaited against the most incredible backdrop - the shimmering Man Sagar Lake surrounded by the majestic Aravalli hills. The table was adorned with delicate lace and strewn with rose petals in shades of crimson and blush.
But what made my heart skip a beat were the stunning lotus blooms gracing the table's center. Not roses, but my all-time favorite, the regal nymphaea lotus flowers. I looked up at Viraj with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Did he really know these were my favorite?
Stepping closer, I ran my fingers along the silky petals in wonderment.
"These are for me?" I asked, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.
Viraj rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course. Who else would I bring flowers for?"
I pressed my lips together teasingly. "Who knows, maybe someone else. You do spend all day with Dheeraj."
Grumbling under his breath, he shook his head. "Don't even joke about Dheeraj tonight."
