The opulent villa where Shreya Gupta resided was a symphony of grandeur, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier that cast prismatic light across the foyer. Cream silk drapes framed towering windows, revealing a moonlit garden where roses and fountains shimmered in silver hues. The air was rich with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a delicate counterpoint to the faint tang of polished wood. Shreya’s guest room was a sanctuary of elegance—lavender walls adorned with minimalist art, a plush ivory rug softening the hardwood, and a mahogany bed draped in white linens. Bouquets of roses, lilies, and tulips from Kabir overflowed from crystal vases, their vibrant petals transforming the space into a floral Eden, their fragrance a heady embrace.
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