Wil you Love me?

8 Welcome Back

A mansion stood majestically a top the small hill, its sprawling expanse an epitome of timeless grandeur. As the first light of dawn gently kissed its stone façade, the estate seemed to shimmer with a golden hue, each ray of sunlight highlighting the intricate carvings and ornate details that adorned the structure.

Ivy tendrils clung to the walls, their emerald leaves glistening with the morning dew, adding a touch of nature’s elegance to the stately edifice.

The vast lawns, meticulously manicured, stretched out before the mansion like a lush green carpet, leading to a grand entrance framed by towering columns.

The scent of blooming roses from the gardens mingled with the crisp morning air, creating an intoxicating fragrance that lingered softly.

Majestic  trees, their branches swaying gently with the breeze, stood sentinel along the winding driveway, their leaves rustling in a soothing symphony.

Inside, the mansion was bathed in a warm, golden light. Sunlight streamed through the towering, arched windows, casting intricate patterns on the marble floors and rich tapestries.

The grand foyer, with its sweeping staircase and sparkling chandelier, seemed almost ethereal in the early morning glow.

Each room, from the opulent drawing room with its antique furniture to the serene library lined with leather-bound books, was a testament to both history and luxury.

In the distance, the faint chirping of birds heralded the start of a new day, their melodies adding to the tranquil ambiance.

The estate's fountains, with their crystal-clear waters, sparkled under the morning sun, their gentle murmurs blending harmoniously with the sounds of nature.

It was a scene of perfect serenity, where time seemed to stand still, and the beauty of the mansion and its surroundings could be truly appreciated.

This mansion was Shivanya's house where she was having her morning tea on the breakfast table.

The royal dining hall was a vision of opulence and tradition, a testament to the grandeur of the Rajasthan royalty.

As the morning sun cast a golden hue through the stained glass windows, the room came alive with an ethereal glow, setting the stage for an unforgettable breakfast experience.

A massive, hand-carved teak table dominated the center of the room, its surface polished to a gleaming finish that reflected the light from the crystal chandeliers above.

The table was draped with an exquisite embroidered silk runner in rich hues of maroon and gold, the intricate designs depicting scenes from Rajasthan's storied past.

Atop the runner, an array of silverware and fine china was meticulously arranged.

Each place setting was a work of art, with gleaming silver plates edged in delicate filigree, accompanied by matching cutlery engraved with the family crest.

Crystal glasses, catching the light in a dazzling display, were set for water and fresh juices.

In the center of the table, an ornate centerpiece drew the eye: a large silver candelabrum, adorned with fresh marigolds and jasmine, their sweet fragrance mingling with the rich aromas of the breakfast spread.

Surrounding the candelabrum were intricately crafted silver bowls and platters, each filled with an array of traditional Rajasthani delicacies.

The highlight was the freshly baked bread section—soft, ghee-laden parathas, fluffy puris, and crisp, flaky kachaudis, each more tempting than the last.