Grandsville.
Indeed a grand villa, in one garden of flowers. Everywhere we looked, it was indeed grand. Bunched in a colony of houses and villas, it carried a strange aura of beautiful gardens and exotic species of color and beauty rushing through every edge. Caught in a glimpse, you would sometimes stop for a moment and think of the exotic beauty it cherished, quietly. Butterflies and moths sparkled around with their painted wings, sitting atop large petals, designing the flavor of nectar.
"It's beautiful"
Piyush, who rarely remarked, felt ashamed to say it out loud.
"Yes it is", Trevor grabbed my hand in excitement. I pushed it away and moved grimly closer to the window.
He had no rights to hold it, and never would he have.
"How signifying! This place is where I visited last time,
