The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 87

A/N: Two updates in a week? And that too of 6k words?! That has to be my best record in the recent past. *teary-eyed* I had penned a little of this in the last chapter, and today, being a holiday, I sat down the entire day, writing the remaining update. I sincerely hope it is not bad. And to all reading, there is a chapter before this...Since I am posting these in small intervals, you may miss the prior one. Do read Chapter 86 before this. Oh, and Happy Ugadi and Gudi Padwa to all! Too late, but...*awkward smile*

Sahil

Nestled in the city's outskirts, the private villa in Lucknow exuded an old-world charm that was hard to miss. As I walked up the winding driveway, I was greeted by the imposing entrance of the ancient villa, its walls a mesmerising blend of Mughal and British architecture. The villa was ensconced in a verdant oasis, its stately facade rising amidst the towering trees surrounding it.

The villa's intricate carvings and ornate balconies were reminiscent of the grandeur of Mughal architecture, with its delicate floral motifs and detailed latticework. The red sandstone walls glowed with a warm, russet hue, evoking the splendour of a bygone era. But the villa also bore the unmistakable imprint of British influence, with its tall, arched windows and spacious verandas. The combination of styles created a unique, enchanting, regal, refined atmosphere. The villa was a testament to the rich cultural history of India, a living embodiment of the Mughal and British influences that had shaped its past.

The villa's grandeur and elegance took my breath away as I stepped inside. The lofty ceilings and marble floors exuded an air of majesty and grandeur. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork and antique furniture, each piece a testament to the villa's storied history.

The bedrooms were no less impressive, with their plush carpets and sumptuous furnishings, while the bathrooms were veritable works of art, with marble floors and walls and intricate tilework. The villa's spacious kitchen, with its gleaming copper pots and pans and antique wooden cabinets, was a testament to the culinary prowess of the Mughals. A cosy dining room with rich tapestries and embroidered tablecloths was perfect for intimate meals with loved ones.

But it was the villa's enchanting gardens that truly captivated me. The verdant lawns were dotted with exotic flora, while the large fountain in the centre provided a soothing soundtrack. The aroma of jasmine and rose wafted on the gentle breeze, enveloping me in the sense of calm and tranquillity.

"Oh my gosh." Kavita exclaimed, voicing my awe, "Isn't this place marvellous? Gives out all the majestic feels."

"It does, doesn't it?" Jane agreed, looking around the place in equal awe.

"Who even owns it?" I asked in wonderment.

"It's owned by a minister, but he's opened it up as a sort of stay-house for people to rent out. It's quite popular among celebrities," Jane explained.

"And is there staff to wait on us?" I asked, somewhat hesitant.

"Oh, no. The place is all yours," Jane assured me. "But there is someone on call in case you need anything."

"Thank you." I heaved a sigh. "But this place truly is breathtaking."

"Agreed," Kavita responded, surveying a sculpture with bewilderment. "This sculpture...my, my, such exactitude."

I turned to look at her. She was staring at a marble statue of a woman, her long flowing dress intricately carved to perfection. The details were so realistic that it seemed the woman would come to life any moment. As I walked up to Kavita, I couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the statue she admired. It was a breathtakingly beautiful marble sculpture of a woman with flowing hair and a serene expression.