Chapter-3

After freshening up and taking a bath, I dried my hair and let them in its natural waves on my back.

I pulled up my hair into a ponytail and put on some natural make-up and changed into my suit, and put on heels with all the other stuff.

While getting on the dress, I asked one of the female workers to get my breakfast ready and asked them to keep it light with so strong cup of coffee in a tumbler, not before thanking the worker for her help in getting this message to the kitchen.

I feel that even if they were paid, they deserved the same amount of respect as other people.

I went to the dining area and ate a quick breakfast, took my coffee with me, and turned my convertible jeep into a fully covered one, as I don't want my hair to be all over the place.

I kept my suitcase with spare clothes and other stuff in the backseat.

I turned my jeep on and was on to Ajmer fort as the person I had to meet was there for some business, I got my play list on and started singing along the song and sipping on the coffee, I arrived at the fort in about 2 hrs. with a dire need for water as my lazy ass forgot water before getting out of my house.

The fort’s architecture is a blend of Rajput and Mughal styles, showcasing intricate carvings, ornate balconies, and beautifully designed arches. The stone pathways and staircases lead visitors through a labyrinth of courtyards, halls, and chambers, each telling a story of its own.

One of the highlights of Ajmer Fort is the breathtaking view it offers. From the fort’s ramparts, visitors can gaze upon the city of Ajmer, the serene Ana Sagar Lake, and the surrounding Aravalli hills. The view is especially enchanting during sunrise and sunset, when the landscape is bathed in golden hues.

Walking through the fort, one can feel the echoes of the past and the stories of valor and bravery that resonate within its walls. The fort’s mystical ambiance, combined with its architectural splendor, creates an unforgettable experience for all who visit.

Ajmer Fort stands as a proud symbol of Rajasthan’s rich history and architectural brilliance, offering a glimpse into the past and a breathtaking view of the present.

I parked my jeep and called my professor for the contact information of the client.

Once I got the contact no. I called the client and he asked the clothes I was wearing so he could ask someone to guide me to the inner portion of the fort where locals were not allowed, so we could freely talk. I told him the details and waited for someone to approach me.

Soon, I saw a man in his early 20s running out of the door, looking around once he spotted me, he slowed down to a walk and then asked me for my name, and I gave it to him, and he asked me to follow him.

As I walked behind him, I saw more grandeur of the place, like it was calling for me, telling me a story that needed to be heard and explored, and we turned to a door, and I saw one more door, which was like calling out to me.

Like the door was asking me to open it and look for the secrets it holds inside itself. But I ignored this urge and followed the person to a living room type of place from where we took another door and entered what looked like a private lobby, as there were only like 3 people, and 1 of them was sitting like he owned the place.

I moved towards him with grace and confidence, with my aura screaming respect and elegance that even the man sitting stood up and extended his hand to be shaken, and I shook his hand in a firm way.

I then took a seat in front of him and crossed my legs, and placed the file in my hand on the table alongside my purse.

Kiran- It is a pleasure to meet you, and I hope our cooperation will be a pleasant one as well, so I will introduce myself. My name is Gurkiran Kaur Gill.

Man- hello, Miss Gurkiran Kaur Gill, I am Shivay Singh Raghuvanshi, the crowned prince of Rajasthan, and I also hope our cooperation is a pleasant one.

Kiran- Mr. Singh, no need to use my full name to address me.

Sushant -Alright, Miss Kaur, so how about we talk about the business?

Kiran- Of course, Mr. Singh, but first of all, I would like a glass of water, and by the time the water arrives, I will set up my plane here.

He asked the man from before to get me water while I opened my file and scattered the needed pages in sequence with the 3D hologram of the castle that was sent to me last night.

I piled the papers in three groups: modern but ancient touch, ancient, and then full modern, and connected my phone to the hologram.

By the time I got everything ready, the man was back with a glass of water. He had a serious face, but something was hidden under the hard exterior of his face that needed love.

I again ignore my urge and get back to work after drinking the water.

Kiran- so Mr. Singh, here are three styles we can work on for the palace you want to restore, so please choose one plan you want so I can further tell you how it will work out for us and what the requirements are, and the budget.

I left him to look at the plans when a painting in the corner caught my attention. I stood up from my seat and saw that Mr. Singh was looking at my every move from the corner of his eye, but I ignored him because all attention was on that painting.

I slowly moved towards it and then removed my rings in case it, by any chance, could damage the painting when I touched it.

I knew all the men had their eyes on me. I asked absent-mindedly a question.

Kiran- who is this?

While my hands ghosted on the outlines, not touching the painting at all.

Shivay- yeh yaha ke raja the to be more precise yeh vo the jinhone ye mahal banvaya prr yaha prr kabhi bhi reh na sake, yeh bagh ikade or itihasik chizen ikathe karne ke liye mashoor the.

(Translation- he was the king of this palace, to be more precise, he was the one who built the palace, but was never able to live here; he was known for his hobbies of collecting tigers and ancient things.)

Kiran- okay.

Then I slightly touched the painting, and it sent an electric shock through my whole body, and I again got a vision, but saw the man's face in front of me, the same man from the picture.

He was talking to me, but I couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

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