#haveli

Dhansukh Das Manik Lal Nahata Haveli

Located in Sardarshahar, a town in the Churu district of the Shekhawati region in Rajasthan, India, this 200-year-old Shekhawati haveli was restored without a single machine or chemical. Across three years, more than 50 craftspeople gradually revived a dream.

Its restoration and design project has been commissioned by Mahendra Nahata of HFCL to principal architects Deep Vaid of Eclectic Design India and Ritu Bhardwaj of Ritu B Designs.

The conservation experts SP Mathur and the late Yash Pratap Singh also worked with the team over three years, including the restoration artist Vishu Jangid and Vishal Baid on the client’s behalf.

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Preetha Is In A Veiled Ghunghat And Red Rajasthani Indian Wedding Lehenga Bowing Down And Touching The Feet Of Her Very Strict Mother In Law, The Mother Of Her Very Strong And Dominating Husband While She Stares Her Down And Observes Her Daughter In Law.

Preetha Patel Has Been Married To Her Husband Dinesh Patel For A While Now And In That Time She Has Given Birth To Two Daughters, Deepa And Rusha, Her Mother In Law Adores Them Because She Always Wanted To Be A Grandmother. Her Mother In Law Is Rekhaji. Rekhaji Likes Her Daughter In Law But She Knows Her History And Is Very Strict With Her. Everytime Rekhaji Needs Anything Done, Preetha Is Right There Doing It. Rekhaji Loves Her Son Dearly And Wants Her Son To Have A Obedient Wife Who Could Take Care Of Him And Make Him Very Happy. Rekhaji Makes Preetha Worship Her And Touch Her Feet As Giving Blessings And Showing Submission. Rekhaji Is Very Traditional Herself As She Only Wears Indian Dresses Including Her Poshak Lehengas And Sarees But Loves Showing Her Dominance As She Is The Matriarch Of The Whole Family. Her Son She Loves And Adores And Takes Care Of, She Vowed To Make Sure The Wife He’d Marry Would Be A Very Traditional One. Preetha Was Taken Ownership Of By Her Son. Rekhaji Knows Preetha’s History And Immediately Showed Her Dominance And Strictness Towards Her The Moment Preetha Walked In The House With Veil Over Her Face. Preetha Immediately Touched The Feet Of Rekhaji And When She Was About To Stand, Rekhaji Tapped Her Back With A Wooden Stick And Made Her Keep Touching Her Feet. Rekhaji Imposed Rules On Her And Made Her Agree Or She Got Whacked With The Wooden Stick. Preetha Agreed To All The Rules After A Couple Whacks Of The Stick.

Preetha’s Face Is Reddening With Shyness And Blushing. Preetha Is To Serve Her Mother In Law And Obey Her Orders. Rekhaji Loves Her Son Dearly And Preetha Would Face Punishment If She Hurt Him In Anyway. Everytime Her Mother In Law Came Into The Common Room, Preetha Bent Over And Touched Her Feet And Gave Her Blessings. She Cooks And Cleans While Rekhaji Sits And Watches Her Serials On The Television.

Rekhaji’s Granddaughters Come Out In Their Little Pathini Gowns And Run To Their Grandma. Rekhaji Adores Them Two And Shower Them With Kisses And Hugs. The Two Sit Next To Her. That Was A Changing Moment That Made Her More Accepting Of Her Daughter In Law Preetha. Preetha Changed Her Life Forever By Giving Her What She Wanted, A Great Ditiful Wife And 2 Adorable Granddaughters Who Love Her A lot.

Rekhaji Might Be Very Strict But She Is Very Caring For Preetha And The Two Grandkids, The Bonds Have Gotten Stronger And Dinesh Is A Very Happy Man Knowing His Wife And Mother Get Along Very Well. They Have Gone Out Together Having Mother Daughter Times Together Since Rekhaji Never Had A Daughter. She Considers Preetha Her Daughter, Not Her Daughter In Law. Rekhaji Always Makes Sure The Two Grandkids Are Taken Care Of Very Well And Always Babysits Them When Preetha And Dinesh Go To The Bedroom And Make Love.

Comforting her ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

For this gal : @scentedwolfdragon

Summary : fluff and crack because I have no idea how to make it sad. (wait that rhymes)

Disclaimer : This should go without saying but obviously this is no way related to the real Rehman dakait, we are only appreciating Akshay Khanna's screen presence.

At Haveli

Okay.

This is enough.

Rehman has no idea what has happened to her, maybe the original (Name) has been kidnapped and this is her clone.

Probably not, considering his reputation.

(Name) curled into a ball for the 100th time and munched on the chips Donga gave her. Eyes puffy and lips pouty.

"Areh kya ho gyi, mere saath baat bhi nahi kar rahe ho.." (What happened hmm? you aren't even talking to me). If (Name) was a cat, she would definitely hiss right now. She even sniffled. Dramatically obviously.

Rehman held out his arms expectantly, like she was a bad behaving pet and needed some cuddles.

That pissed her off even more.

"Chale jao, mein baat karne nahi chaata." (Go away, I don't wanna talk). She replied, tone flat and very much not happy. So this how she's playing it?

"Areh suno, mujhe bas madad karna he-" (Just listen, I just wanted to help-). She cut him off with an annoyed tsk.

Waved her hand dismissively as if shooing him away.

This time, Rehman finally accepted defeat, and left.

Wait he's leaving? He accepted defeat?- NO no- nononono-

Before (Name) can do anything, Rehman turned back again.

Caught in 8k with that adorable pout and wide eyes.

You swear his grin is more smug than the devil. But that's because he is the devil.

"Tsk tsk idhar aao" (Tch Tch, come here). He tutted, smiling teasingly.

This time, (Name complied) coming right back to his arms and laying her head on his chest.

Rehman tried his best to act like this wasn't the best thing on earth.

"..I'm sorry Rehman.. Wo.. period ho rahi thi na, meri mood bohot Gandhi thi-" (I'm sorry Rehman, my mood was really bad because of my period-). She finally admitted. But Rehman cut her off with a soft peck on her forehead.

"Sorry bolne ki koi baat nahi he, bas so jao ab" (There isn't a matter to say sorry, just sleep now). To which (Name) Happily complied, all snuggled up against his chest.

Peace is restored in Haveli.

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Set in grand opulence, is a quiet and rather secluded and simple town in Rajasthan, India - Mandawa – frequented by art enthusiasts, moviemakers and people from a variety of different nations. Considered an open-air art gallery, packed with masterpieces in every corner, and endowed with the rich, unadulterated culture of Rajasthan – this small area makes you question the far-reaching and almost terrifying impacts of minimalism and its hit on traditional art forms.

Known for the grandeur of its havelis, the paintings strewn all around in the form of fresco art - Mandawa serves as a set for moviemakers, heaven for art and photography enthusiasts and as probably one of the richest insights into Indian culture, history and art for everyone who is here to listen. Every single wall tells a story, recites a poem and takes you all the way back into the 18th and 19th century – when art was maximalist and paints were natural – a time where every inch of the canvas told a different and rather vivid tale to the viewer.

Take a look at the image above - a beautiful painting on one of the walls in a haveli. This is just one of the paintings, and a relatively larger one amongst a variety of smaller, more intricate masterpieces adorned on the walls of the havelis. To give a base to your imagination look at the image below - an entire hand-painted wall in one of the havelis. Notice the iconography on the wall - images of gods and goddesses ushering in prosperity and luck into the lives of the then owners of these havelis.

But why stop at a singular wall? The havelis were painted everywhere - intricately painted walls, ceilings, bordered windows and doors - delicate, neat, vivid and colourful designs breathed life into these havelis and presented the grandeur of their owners to the world beyond its doors.

But time tested these havelis rather harshly, many of such havelis were abandoned, some were simply taken by locals when the owners of such havelis decided to move away from the town for that their business in Mandawa and its nearby areas was no longer profitable (Mandawa initially acted like a trading area for items from China and the Middle East) - the effects of time, heat and dust all evident on their now scarred walls. With every chipping of paint, the havelis lose a page from the books which depict their lives.

Some havelis though, are being restored, painted slowly and steadily by painters - some who have carried this art in their hands and their blood for centuries and are revitalizing them with their original techniques of beauty, others which produce versions using newer techniques - but all trying to revive the decaying art.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabanu:_Daughter_of_the_Wind

Ways to approach the poll if the character isn’t a royal:

Sethi Haveli, Peshawar