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Enticing 34 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Y/N found herself seated in the cozy confines of the Indian restaurant, the warm ambiance and enticing aromas tantalizing her senses. She glanced down at her watch, the minutes ticking away as her anticipation grew. She had arrived a bit early, eager to honor the plans she and Harry had made for their dinner date.

As her gaze flitted over the menu, a mixture of hunger and curiosity stirring within her, the entrance of the restaurant caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Harry walking in, his presence commanding attention even before he reached her table.

Harry's eyes scanned the room briefly before landing on her, and a genuine smile lit up his face. The sight of her sitting there, waiting for him, was a reminder of the connection they were trying to rebuild—a connection that had been tested by time, distance, and unexpected revelations.

Y/N couldn't help but admire Harry's impeccable appearance as he approached her table. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his form, the elegance of his attire matched by the warm sincerity in his gaze.

"Y/N," Harry greeted her, his voice a mixture of warmth and fondness.

"Harry," Y/N replied, her smile mirroring his.

As he took his seat across from her, their eyes met in a silent exchange that held a hint of vulnerability. The weight of their shared history and the newfound dynamics they were navigating was palpable, but so was the desire to bridge the gap between them.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," Harry apologized, his expression sincere.

Y/N waved off his concern, her gaze softening. "No worries. I just got here myself."

Harry's smile deepened, a touch of relief evident in his features. "I hope you're hungry. I've heard great things about this place."

Y/N chuckled softly, her laughter a testament to their shared humor. "Starving, actually. And Indian food sounds perfect."

As they perused the menu together, an air of camaraderie settled between them—a comfortable familiarity that held the promise of eased tensions and genuine conversation. The tension that had marked their previous interactions seemed to fade in the warmth of the restaurant's ambiance.

As they engaged in light banter, the layers of complexity that had once overshadowed their connection began to peel away. Their conversations flowed with ease, and Y/N found herself laughing more freely than she had in a long time. In the space of the restaurant, they were just two individuals, connecting over shared experiences and the prospect of a future that held hope.

As the evening progressed, their connection deepened, the weight of their history giving way to a sense of rediscovery. The wounds of the past were gradually being replaced by the potential for healing and growth—a future that was as uncertain as it was promising. And as they dined together, their laughter mingled with the flavors of the food, creating a tapestry of shared memories and newfound possibilities.

Harry and Y/N's conversation continued to flow, carrying them through topics that ranged from their shared history to hopes for the future. As the evening progressed, a pivotal decision emerged—a decision that held the potential to shape the path ahead.

Harry looked down at his phone, his fingers tapping against the screen as he navigated the sensitive topic that lay between them. He took a deep breath and met Y/N's gaze, his expression earnest.

"Y/N," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "about the paternity test..."

Y/N's attention shifted to him, her curiosity evident. "Yes?"

Harry's gaze held hers, a mixture of seriousness and determination in his eyes. "I think we should schedule the appointment for the day after tomorrow. I want to get this over with."

Y/N nodded in understanding, the weight of his words settling between them. "I agree. It's something that needs to be addressed."

There was a pause in their conversation as Y/N a bite out of her coconut chicken green curry, her thoughts mingling with the flavors on her palate. Harry's decision to confront the issue head-on resonated with her, a testament to the complexities of their situation.

Harry's fingers danced across his phone's screen as he responded to a message from Andrew, his assistant. A sense of purpose seemed to guide his actions as he navigated the logistics of their decision.

Andrew had taken the initiative to set up the appointment with Harry's family doctor, knowing that this step was significant for both Harry and Y/N. As Harry typed out his response, his focus remained on the conversation at hand, the weight of the decision they were making still heavy in his mind.

Y/N's gaze shifted from her plate to Harry's face, her expression a mixture of understanding and curiosity. "Did you manage to set up the appointment?"

Harry nodded, a sense of accomplishment in his gaze. "Yes, Andrew's already on it. The appointment is scheduled for the day after tomorrow."

Y/N's appreciation was evident in her smile. "Thank you"

Their conversation continued, intertwining with the decision they had made.

As the evening unfolded, the air around Harry and Y/N seemed to hold a delicate balance—a balance between reconnecting, addressing their shared past, and navigating the uncharted territory that lay before them. With the paternity test scheduled, the topic of their future was bound to arise.

The aroma of their meals still hung in the air as Y/N's gaze met Harry's, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Harry, what's going to happen after the paternity test? I mean, if it confirms everything..."

Harry's expression was contemplative, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "I've been thinking about that, Y/N. And honestly, I'd like you to move in with me—for the duration of the pregnancy."

Y/N's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of emotions flickering in her eyes. "Move in with you?"

Harry nodded, his tone sincere. "Yeah. I want to be there for every step of this journey. I want to support you through the pregnancy, and I want us to share this experience together."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of Harry's words hanging in the air between them. Y/N's mind raced as she processed his request, a complex mixture of feelings swirling within her.

"I appreciate your offer, Harry," Y/N began, her voice soft yet resolute, "but I can't accept that."

Harry's expression shifted to one of confusion, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why not? I just want to be there for you."

Y/N's gaze held a mixture of determination and vulnerability as she spoke. "I'm in the process of renting out my first apartment. And more than that, I want to continue to be independent. I know you mean well, but I can't simply move in with you. We're not together anymore."

Harry's features softened with understanding, his gaze reflecting a sense of empathy. "Y/N, I get it. I respect your need for independence. But this is about supporting each other through a crucial time."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions on display. "Harry, how can you expect us to live together now, when we're not together as a couple anymore? It's not the same as it was".

Harry sighed, his gaze dropping to the table momentarily before meeting hers again. "You're right, Y/N. It's complicated. But my intention is just to be there for you, to share in this experience as parents."

Y/N's gaze softened, the vulnerability in her expression matching his. "I know, Harry. And I appreciate that. But we have to find a way to navigate this in a way that works for both of us. I want to continue to be independent, even amidst the pregnancy."

Harry nodded slowly, understanding her point of view.

Their conversation lingered in the air, the weight of their decisions and the complexity of their feelings forming a bridge between them—a bridge that held the potential to guide them forward, even as their paths diverged. The future was uncertain, but in their shared dialogue, they found a glimmer of understanding—a reminder that despite the challenges, they were united by the life they were bringing into the world and the journey they were embarking upon, together in a new way.

The evening had been a delicate dance of shared moments and honest conversations, woven together by the flavors of their dinner and the warmth of their connection. As they finished their meal, Harry's insistence on indulging in dessert had elicited a smile from Y/N—a momentary reprieve from the complexities that surrounded them.

With the Indian restaurant behind them, they found themselves strolling through the streets, the cool evening air a balm against the tensions that had simmered beneath the surface of their discussions. Their steps were unhurried, their conversation light as they explored the cityscape that surrounded them.

As they walked, their path led them to a baby store, its display windows showcasing an array of items meant for the tiniest members of society. Their gazes lingered on the storefront, both hesitating just outside the entrance.

Nervousness mingled with curiosity as they exchanged a glance, the unspoken fears and uncertainties hanging in the air between them like a fragile thread.

Harry's voice broke the silence, his tone soft yet tinged with vulnerability. "I never thought I'd be standing outside a baby store like this. Not even after Oliver. I sent out someone to buy everyone for him”.

Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the store's window, her emotions visible in the furrow of her brows. "Me neither." Y/N remembered that Harry wasn't there for Oliver's pregnancy. Ashley had taken that away from him. She had almost taken that away from him.

For a moment, they stood there, their shared history and the circumstances that brought them to this point weighing heavily on their shoulders. The future was uncertain, and the prospect of parenthood together had brought them to a crossroads—one that was filled with both hope and apprehension.

Harry's fingers brushed against Y/N's hand, his touch a gentle reminder of their connection. "It's okay to be scared, Y/N."

Y/N's gaze met his, vulnerability and uncertainty mirrored in her eyes. "I know. It's just...it's a lot to process."

Harry nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "It is. But no matter what happens, I'll be here for you".

As they continued to stand outside the baby store, the moments of shared silence and understanding seemed to knit their connection closer. The complexities of their situation had not faded, but the willingness to confront their fears and navigate their shared journey was a testament to their growth.

With a deep breath, Y/N turned to Harry, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "You're right. We'll figure it out. And maybe...maybe we can step inside and take a look."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry's lips, his gaze holding a mixture of warmth and reassurance. "Only if you're ready, Y/N."

Together, they stepped inside the baby store—a physical manifestation of the path they were treading together. As they explored the aisles and examined the tiny garments and necessities, a sense of unity seemed to settle within them, quieting their fears and strengthening their resolve.

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thefourthrabbit · 7 months

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Lost Heaven Restaurant

A perfect mixture of mystery and vibe. Enjoy the exquisite dining experience which draws inspiration from Tibetan, Yunan, and Indian cuisines. Or have some Moroccan tea at the Casablanca-styled terrace bar.

Fun fact: It was based on a restaurant with the same name in Shanghai (located in the famous Bund area). I only hope I have re-captured 1% of the beauty of the actual one!

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posttexasstressdisorder · 2 months

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Politics

Donald Trump Claims Kamala Harris ‘Happened to Turn Black’ in Stunning Slur

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In an explosive interview at the National Association of Black Journalists convention, Trump—challenged over his racist rhetoric—claimed the line of questioning was “disgraceful.”

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Former President Donald Trump claimed Kamala Harris “turned Black” in an explosive on-stage interview Wednesday at the National Association of Black Journalists Convention in Chicago.

“She was always of Indian heritage, and she was only promoting Indian heritage,” Trump said. “I didn't know she was Black until a number of years ago when she happened to turn Black. And now she wants to be known as Black. So I don't know, is she Indian or is she Black?”

“I respect either one, but she obviously doesn’t,” Trump said. “She was Indian all the way, and then all of a sudden she made a turn and she became a Black person.”

ABC News’ Rachel Scott challenged Trump, and said that Harris had always identified as a Black woman, and had attended a Historically Black College. (Harris graduated from Howard University in 1986.)

The comments came after Scott pressed Trump on the GOP’s continued attacks on Harris as a “DEI hire” and his choice of Sen. J.D. Vance (R-OH) as his vice presidential pick. After Trump was asked if he agreed with the Republicans who consider VP Harris a DEI pick, he falsely claimed Harris only recently began identifying as a Black woman.

His attacks mirrored a 2019 GOP-led campaign that questioned whether Harris was an “American Black,” as her mother is Indian and her father is Jamaican. Then-candidate Joe Biden chastised the racist barbs, and Harris compared it to the birtherism attacks Barack Obama faced.

White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre quickly clapped back at Trump’s comments at the NABJ convention, calling his questioning “repulsive” and “insulting” during a White House press briefing.

“Only she (Harris) can speak to her experience, only she can speak to what it’s like,” Jean-Pierre said. “She is the vice president of the United States and we have to put some respect on her name.”

However, Trump later doubled down on his words via Truth Social, writing: “Crazy Kamala is saying she’s Indian, not Black. This is a big deal. Stone cold phony. She uses everybody, including her racial identity!”

In a combative appearance at the convention, Trump first attacked Scott who questioned him about his past racist rhetoric in a conversation that immediately, and consistently, went off the rails.

The former president spent over half an hour attacking Black journalists, the NABJ that hosted him, as well as Harris' own identity, in an appearance that was intended to defend his record for Black Americans, and his agenda for a second term.

The former president, appearing more than an hour after the conversation’s scheduled noon Central Time start, sat down with the trio of Scott, Fox News’ Harris Faulkner, and Semafor’s Kadia Goba.

In response to Scott asking why Black voters should be Trump about his record of questioning Nikki Haley and Barack Obama’s birthplaces, attacking Black journalists and attorneys, using racist language, and wining and dining with white supremacists, Trump launched into a tirade.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been asked a question in such a horrible matter,” he told Scott, calling ABC News a “fake news network.” “I think it’s disgraceful.”

Trump then used the question to attack NABJ for the late start time, claiming they “couldn’t get their equipment working or something.” He claimed he was told either President Joe Biden or Vice President Kamala Harris would also appear and that he couldn’t appear virtually. Therefore, he claimed, he was invited under “false pretenses,” making the incisive question even worse.

“I think it’s a very rude introduction,” Trump said. “I don’t know exactly why you would do something like that.”

“I have been the best president for Black Americans since Abraham Lincoln,” Trump said to raucous laughter.

Trump also defended the Jan. 6 rioters (saying he would pardon them if they were innocent—“They’ve been convicted,” Scott said), and doubled down on his belief that migrants entering the country from the southern border are taking “Black jobs.” Trump also said he would be willing to take a cognitive test, and speculated that Harris would fail the exam.

Queries from Faulkner and Goba ranged from meandering to direct, with Trump’s different opinions about the moderators coming through in his answers. He praised Faulkner, a Fox News veteran who interviewed him hours before the July 13 assassination attempt, as a “fantastic person” whose success he respects.

He also thanked Goba, who interviewed him in June on his relationship with the Black community, for asking her question about Republicans’ judgments of people’s personal lives in a “friendly manner.”

The conversation shut down abruptly after roughly 30 minutes of questions from the moderators, although it was originally billed as a 60 minute Q&A.

Later on Truth Social, Trump said he “crushed” the panel. “The questions were Rude and Nasty, often in the form of a statement, but we CRUSHED IT!”

Jelani Cobb, the Dean of Columbia School of Journalism, said he knew going into the conversation that it was likely a “bad” idea.

“The traditional objective of interviewing a candidate is to get clarification on their positions, Cobb said. “And I was skeptical that it would happen—and it didn’t happen.”

Cobb said the conversation ending abruptly without a Q&A from the audience was the most problematic part of the program.

“If you’re going to have a candidate like that, you should have a Q&A from the audience,” Cobb said. “This is a room full of journalists, and some of the best journalists in the county, so we should have questions from the floor.”

The conversation took place in a meeting hall right outside the hotel’s gold-encrusted grand ballroom, nearly every one of the rooms’ 1,000 seats were filled. A small group of protesters not attending the convention gathered outside the entrance of the hotel.

Trump’s last-minute appearance at the convention prompted waves of backlash from top Black journalists and NABJ officials alike. Reporters including frequent Trump target April Ryan and Jemele Hill questioned the merits of inviting the former president, while Washington Post columnist Karen Attiah resigned from her post as convention co-chair after Trump’s appearance was announced.

NABJ officials, including President Ken Lemon, tried to defend the decision by noting a tradition of inviting presidential candidates during an election year and the opportunity for Trump to face questions from top Black journalists. Those defenses, however, faced further scrutiny after a Tuesday report indicated the group rejected requests from Harris’ campaign for her to appear for a virtual chat during the convention or for an in-person session at a later date.

Harris will appear for an NABJ Q&A in September, the group announced on Wednesday.

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Part of a growing movement of Indigenous restaurants dedicated to reclaiming cultural heritage and educating the public, Cafe Ohlone opened in 2018 with the goal of bringing oṭṭoy (repair) to a place where the Ohlone were long denied sovereignty. Kickapoo chef Crystal Wahpepah runs Wahpepah’s Kitchen in Oakland, and there’s Mitsitam Cafe at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, DC.

“Indigenous foods are the original foods of this continent,” writes Sean Sherman, who helms Owamni in Minneapolis. “It’s important we recognize that and start celebrating those foods.”

Thousands of Ohlone once lived along California’s coast and inland in roughly 50 groups, but Spanish missionaries and 19th-century state-backed massacres fractured their communities and left some survivors in exile. Medina (East Bay Ohlone), who runs the cafe with his partner, Louis Trevino (Rumsen/Carmel Valley), notes that the Ohlone presence has endured despite the hardships: “Our culture is beautiful, and we have always been here.”

At Cafe Ohlone, traditional foods meet modern tastes, highlighting continuity and adaptation. The restaurant incorporates recordings, storytelling, and education into the dining experience. Medina, an Indigenous language activist fluent in Chochenyo, is a powerful orator who often enlightens diners about Ohlone traditions. When I stopped by in May for a sunny lunch on the patio, I appreciated the recorded sounds of crickets, birds, and Chochenyo songs sung by the tribe’s youngest and eldest members. My grandma, a We Wai Kai Nation member, would adore the multigenerational Chochenyo rendition of “Angel Baby.”

The cafe serves another role, too: an attempt by the university to atone for past wrongs. For much of a century, the adjacent anthropology museum housed a vast collection of Native artifacts and bones. As I walk by, I queasily remember Ishi, one of the last Yahi Tribe members, who lived in the museum and was made to fashion arrows at the behest of anthropology professor Alfred Kroeber. In 1925, Kroeber controversially declared the Ohlone people “extinct” in Handbook of the Indians of California. This led to the Ohlone Tribe losing its federal recognition, while the building housing the museum was later christened Kroeber Hall.

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rpcomtrade123 · 5 months

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Are you itching for a mouthwatering and genuine Indian meal in Phnom Penh?If you want to eat somewhere delicious, look no further than Shiva Shakti restaurant. It has been a favorite for more than 20 years. Tradition and creativity come together here to create a gastronomic Indian dining experience that is genuinely one-of-a-kind.

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mangoshorthand · 8 months

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Arrow of Time: Chapter 5 [Five Hargreeves/ F Reader]

(Hard Feelings Part 5)

SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there?

Chapter 6 >> << Back to Chapter 4

A new face and and old one.

Chapter 5: Sir Lewis Danforth

As always after the ladies withdraw, the men stay at the dining table to enjoy a drink. It’s a particularly unusual dining room, and the owner of the house at Lafayette Place does as much as possible to show it off to his guests, although they almost always leave it feeling slightly bemused.

The room is dominated by an immense crystal chandelier overhanging the dining table. It hangs by brass chains from a gold-leafed peacock in flight affixed to the ceiling. The body of the immense light-fixture takes the form of a lotus flower in full bloom off which sparkling cut-crystal festoons hang, catching the light attractively.

The rest of the room is equally striking in a way that, if not quite offensive to the eye, is at least highly bewildering: the jade-colored velvet curtains, (held back by gilded snakes wrapped around them), the painted walls adorned with marble pilasters and arched alcoves…it’s as if somebody who once heard the interior of the taj mahal inaccurately described decided to try recreating it in 1830’s Manhattan.

At the head of the long dining table, Sir Lewis Danforth sits splayed in the high-backed mahogany chair, a cigar in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other. Rather like his dining room, Sir Lewis has a look of opulent anatopism about him. Unknowingly, he is around thirty years ahead of his time in wearing a smoking jacket, but his descendants would be unlikely to choose a silk Sherwani to serve as one. His broad, slightly flabby face is currently ruddy with the drink, and he laughs along amiably enough with the other men.

Mr Wilson, a mousy lawyer at the other end of the table, (largely invited for the sake of his much more fashionable wife), ventures a compliment:

“I admired the food today. Most unusual. Quite the culinary experience.”

Sir Lewis smiled with satisfaction. It seemed Wilson had his uses after all. He was desperate to show off a particularly unusual acquisition and Wilson had given him the perfect opening to do so.

“I have not visited the Indian subcontinent myself,” continued Wilson, “but my good friend, Sir Henry Lytton has, and the food we sampled today seemed quite authentic to the flavors he described. Do you keep a Hindoostanne cook?”

“Lord no,” Sir Lewis chortled, “though not for lack of trying. Lady Anne won’t have anybody browner than a pail of milk on the household staff. She nurses unfortunate prejudices, I'm sorry to say.” he swilled down another swallow of liquor, cleared his throat and continued, “No, I had quite the remarkable little find. Ring the bell for me, won’t you, Smyth?”

The visitor at the other end of the table crossed to the bells to summon a servant. When the footman arrived, he was instructed to fetch the cook.

“Now just you wait here, gentleman, and tell me what you think of my special cook. Spent a year on the subcontinent at nineteen years old: India, Ceylon, Bengal and came back with capital knowledge of curries, spice blends, oriental herbs: all you could want.”

“Remarkable. His name, Sir Lewis?” asked Smyth, retaking his seat at the table.

Another chortle rumbled from Danforth as if traveling up his body from his toes, wobbling in his belly before bubbling out of his mouth.

“ Her name, Smyth.”

“A woman?”

“Precisely! And that’s the best part- she commands less of a wage than a man and she provides other… compensations , if you take my meaning.”

Other men around the table joined him in his lascivious chuckle.

“I’ve had her for nearly a year now and I’m perfectly satisfied with her. Hargreeves, she’s called: Mrs Hargreeves. No relation, I hope,” he looks laughingly at one of his guests and then tilts his head as if suddenly struck by his appearance:

“That’s a curious eye-piece you have there, Reginald. A single spectacle?”

“It's called a monocle,” said Hargreeves, shortly, adjusting it slightly, "my own design.”

“And an excellent piece it is too,” said Sir Lewis, “I say, you’ve visited the subcontinent: what do you think of my Mrs Hargreeves’ work?”

“Quite authentic,” he said, simply, “I should have guessed she wasn’t a native but she is, nevertheless, extremely capable.”

To go upstairs to the dining room, it's necessary to wash and change into a clean apron and cap. Why you couldn’t simply take off the apron was still a mystery to you. So many social conventions seemed bizarre, but blending in and keeping in your employers’ good graces was a matter of necessity. Your wages provided you with what felt like your only chance of getting home. Posing as the wife of a missing and presumed dead husband had been your only claim to respectability in this world.Sir Lewis found you on the street one night and assumed you were a prostitute. By then, you had managed to scrape enough money together to buy a cheap dress but not enough to afford room and board any longer.

After you’d refused his offer of payment for your ‘company’, he’d taken pity on you and offered you a meal. From there, conversation had flowed; your tale of woe had appealed to romantic ideas he had held as a very young man and your way of conducting yourself gave a ring of truth to what you told him.

He also mentioned in passing his interest in the Indian subcontinent and you’d leapt upon the commonality: describing the dishes you enjoyed cooking at home and what you knew of the geographical and cultural influences on each region’s cuisine, embellishing your knowledge with well-placed inventions. He’d been easily impressed: it soon became clear that he actually knew very little about the area.

Lady Danforth, however, had been less easy to impress. Although living in New York, she ran the household as if she still lived in England, underlining Sir Lewis’s aristocratic roots as much as possible as an attempted claim to prominence in this alien world.

You knew your presence was a constant annoyance to her. Although the domestic arrangements were her domain, Sir Lewis had imposed you upon her, insisting that she hire you after he had sampled a simple curry you cooked at his request. You’d tried to ingratiate yourself with her but with no luck. You could hardly blame her: like most women of this era, she accepted her husband’s dalliances as a matter of course. She could have probably turned a blind eye were he pursuing a buxom young maidservant, but to have him hankering after a middle-aged cook only a year or two younger than herself was an insult she couldn’t be expected to ignore.

The injustice of this rankles: while you've successfully avoided Lewis's sexual overtures, the entire world (including himself) behaves as if you're actually sleeping together.

The powerlessness is (and has long been) excruciating. For the first few days, you'd expected Five every moment, only leaving the vicinity of alley you arrived in briefly to find the site where the academy buildings would stand, several decades from now. You’d asked shopkeepers to convey a message to any frantic man who arrived but soon necessity had driven you to find this work. It wasn’t the nearest to where you arrived but trying to alert Five to your whereabouts cost money. Five knew what Viktor had done in Dallas when in a similar situation and trying to trace his family. Surely he’d check the newspapers?

That he’d do everything in his power to come was certain. That he hadn’t come yet was your major worry. You missed them both with intensity that had not waned over the months. Thanks to Sir Lewis’s favor, you were treated as an upper servant and this meant having your own small room in the basement servants’ quarters. Although you were suspicious of his reasons for this maneuver, (the hope of a private spot in which to visit you after dark), you hadn’t resisted it: the seclusion of your bedroom allowed you the space you needed to cry yourself to sleep virtually every night. Aoife’s smile and the memory of Five’s caresses were a toxic sustenance in your lonely existence: they formed the anchor to your real life. Too bad if that anchor’s prongs dragged and dug in your gut as if searching for purchase in a too-soft seabed.

Standing outside the drawing room now, listening to their manly, drink-addled chuckles, you take a deep breath and knock.

“Come.”

You open the door, advance a little way into the room and bob a curtsey to the gentlemen still around the table.

“Come in, Mrs Hargreeves. Mr Wilson here was just complimenting our good table.”

“Thank you, sir.” you nod demurely first at Sir Lewis and then at Mr Wilson.

“Very impressive indeed.” said one of the guests in another, clipped British accent. “Under whom did you study?”

The face of the man makes your stomach drop. You’ve seen that face, though older, in portraits and photographs around the Academy. The monocle firmly in place, the mustache, the goatee. Hair fuller and darker than you’d ever seen it pictured. As if to confirm your impossible identification, Sir Lewis says,

“Oh Reginald, you’ve and your odd ‘monocle’ seem to have scared my Mrs Hargreeves. I hope you don’t do the same to your own Mrs Hargreeves?”

He puts a flabby arm around your waist and slaps your hip bracingly and he chortles, pulling you a little closer towards him. As you regain your balance, you answer the alien in a skinsuit who is your father-in-law, for now pushing aside the fact that he’s appearing here nearly one hundred years earlier than any of his children estimated.

“Um…nobody in particular. I traveled and picked up what I could from local women…sir.”

Reginald eyed you with what your paranoid mind was convinced was suspicion as Sir Lewis began to rub firm circles into your hip. You extricated yourself smartly but politely to stand beside the intricately-carved mantle. He chuckled low in his throat. This, in his eyes, was you ‘playing hard to get’.

“You have talent,” Sir Reginald stated, taking a sip of his drink.

“You most certainly do,” concurred another guest.

“But this is a most extraordinary story,” Hargreeves said, speaking over him, “under what circumstances does a nineteen-year-old born and bred American female have the opportunity to explore the Indian subcontinent?”

“Extraordinary circumstances, sir,” you smile, unable to keep the nervous laugh out of your voice. Sir Lewis joins you, chuckling indulgently.

How to tell him or Hargreeves that your knowledge actually comes from cookbooks, youtube and living in a multicultural future? When it becomes clear that this won’t satisfy him, you tell the already-concocted lie:

“My father worked for a spice trader. When my mother died, he sent for me and I spent a year with him until he could secure a position in New York.”

“Hm.” by his tone, you can’t tell whether the sound expresses approval or doubt.

You bob another curtsey and cast a look at Sir Lewis in a silent appeal to be excused.

He nodded, mustache twitching with his grin.

“Thank you, Mrs Hargreeves. You may go.”

The other servants are starting to talk.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that you were strange, made the servants quarters smell of pervasive, unfamiliar spices and seemingly came out of nowhere, you’re also clearly having an immoral relationship with the master. That private bedroom, those evening visits to his study. (“We might not have much schooling”, said the ladies’ maid to the housemaid, “but we weren’t born yesterday”)

When the butler stumps his way ill-naturedly back into the kitchen, he looks to you with gruff annoyance.

“We ought to give you your own bell. Master wants you in his study again.”

You try to conceal a sigh, marking the page in your book.

“Thank you, Mr Hill.”

“Women of your age should know better than to read novels, Mrs Hargreeves. It’ll give you funny ideas.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He doesn’t return your smile.

You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help but like Sir Lewis Danforth. It’s like being pursued by a horny old bulldog with a penchant for belly rubs. He always accepts your rebuffs with a good grace, perhaps even happier than if you’d given in. Yes, he can get a little handsy, but the thrill of the chase is the only thrill he really wants, even if he can’t admit that to himself. If only all sex-pests were as harmless. You’d learned quickly that 21st century feminist ideals were virtually useless here. It wasn’t a pleasant discovery but it had been a realization that helped you play the part you needed to play. It was no worse than keeping a smile on your face while being talked over in a sales meeting.

“You’re quite the saucy little vixen, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry sir?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, woman,” he said, waving an admonitory finger in your direction, eyes twinkling, “sit down, have a brandy.”

Before you arrived, you’d known little about this period of history, but it hadn’t taken you too long to realize that a sixty-five-year-old knight drinking in his study with his cook was not considered appropriate. These interviews probably aren’t wise but these times with Sir Lewis offer a rare opportunity to be yourself. This, you know, is why he thinks he has a chance of late-night rendezvous in your bedroom but it’s hard to let go of a small source of fun. He’s one of the few people who’s kind to you in this new life and, even more unusually, honest about his intentions.

Now, he wears a silk turban, a nightshirt and pajama pants: in this, like his improvised smoking jacket, he is an early-adopter. In all things, he takes his inspiration from India…or from the strange simulacra of vaguely eastern ideas he’s invented in his imagination. In your time, his cultural appropriation would be enough to get him canceled several times over: in his own time, he’s considered an eccentric sophisticate.

“So,” he says, handing you a glass and raising his to you, “it wasn’t enough for you to bewitch me, you’ve bewitched Sir Reginald Hargreeves too. Isn’t one man enough for you?”

You roll your eyes, letting your guard down,

“My husband is more than enough.”

He harumphs good-naturedly.

“Admirable sentiment, I’m sure. It’s in woman’s nature to be constant and it’s quite to your credit that your feelings are so loyal. But, if your husband lives, (and, for your sake, I hope he does), I can assure you he won’t have such fine feelings. He’ll be taking every opportunity to enter into amorous congress with a game lass. It’s quite normal for a red-blooded fellow. I'm afraid we can’t help ourselves.”

“We’ll agree to disagree there,” you say, swilling the brandy around your glass.

“Hmph. Well, he stumbled upon a gem when he snagged you as his bride. Damn, him. To his good health and safe return.”

He raises his glass in grudging tribute to Five before continuing.

“As I was saying, Sir Reginald has become an unlikely ally to me, even as he tries to court you himself.”

“You’ll need more than Sir Reginald Hargreeves on your side, Lewis. And neither of you will be courting me.”

“That’s the spirit I like,” he rumbled, smiling at your informal use of his Christian name, “but I’ve broken many a wilder mare than you, believe me. But that’s by the by: humor me and take a look at this.”

You’re unsure you believe that he’s broken any ‘wild mares’ in his time, but you take the piece of paper he offers you without comment. He ensures he brushes your hand with his as he transfers it to you.

It was a richly printed invitation inviting him to a party at Reginald Hargreeves' house in only a few days. At the bottom, in a neat, compact hand was clearly a handwritten addition:

Bring that intriguing cook of yours and tell her I'd like to claim her hand in the French waltz.

You look back up at him, a creeping sensation in your stomach. Because you can think of nothing else to say for the moment, you say:

“I don’t know the waltz.”

“I’ll teach you!” he said, clearly overjoyed at the idea of putting his hands on you.

You stare down at the invitation, taking a rather large swallow of brandy in order to give yourself time to think. You knew that trusting Reginald Hargreeves, especially when it came to maintaining timelines, was simply not an option. It was imperative that he learn nothing about who you are and why you’re here. You should refuse, you should stay as far away from him as possible…

But…

If Five’s anywhere in this time, he will sure as hell be paying close attention to anything his father does. Your other efforts have done nothing so far…so why not try a different approach?

“What about Lady Danforth?”

“That’s the best part, my dear. Staying with her niece. She won’t be home until the following afternoon. What Annie doesn’t know won’t hurt her, by God. And to stop tongues a-wagging, I’ll introduce you as my cousin.”

He smiles proudly at his own ingenuity.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Don’t concern yourself, my dear. I know you ladies can be very particular in matters of dress but will you allow me to select something suitable?”

You hesitate slightly. Knowing Sir Lewis, you’ll probably be turning up to this thing in the 19th century equivalent of stockings, suspenders and titty tassels.

“As long as you promise to keep it decent,” you say, warningly.

“Upon my honor,” he said, raising his right palm as if swearing on a bible, “it’s what’s underneath that counts, eh?”

You sigh again and down the rest of your brandy in one: sealing your decision.

“Then sure. I’ll go.”

After a lesson in the French waltz in which you had to readjust Sir Lewis’s hands several times, you make your way stealthily back to the servants’ quarters. As always, he’d signed off your private audience with him with a hearty: ‘May I come to you tonight, my dear?’ which you, as always, denied him. Expecting nothing else, he’d waved you off genially.

As you avoid the creaky floorboards outside Lady Danforth’s sitting room, you wish heartily that you could blink back to your room. Just as you think you’ve gotten away with it, her cold voice issues from within.

“Mrs Hargreeves?”

You wince and turn around, reluctantly entering the sitting room and bobbing a curtsey to the mistress of the household.

“Yes, Lady Danforth?”

You try to look innocent as she surveys you suspiciously from under her frilled cap. She’s a beautiful woman: what people of this time would call ‘handsome’. About fifteen years younger than Sir Lewis and five years older than you. Her long nose and hard expression added to her formidable demeanor. Her hair is an attractive graying blonde and her eyes a shrewd hazel.

“What are you doing in this part of the house?”

“I was summoned to the master’s study,” you say. Then, to try and ingratiate yourself while forming an alibi, “he was requesting some dishes for your absence next week but I suggested to him that they should be subject to your approval, given that you know the household matters best.”

“You presumed to tell Sir Lewis what was and wasn’t his jurisdiction in his own house?”

“No ma’am.” you say, having accidentally dug yourself further into her bad graces. The old-timey language is easy, the body language is easy, but your understanding of this era’s social dynamics is still constantly wavering. It seems like you can barely breathe without mortally offending someone.

“You were rather a long time,” she says, delicately, “for one discussing meals.”

You waver slightly, needing to come up with a convincing lie on the spot,

“Sorry ma’am. Sir Lewis had questions about my time in Bombay.”

She stares at you in silence for a while, sitting perfectly upright on the sofa, hands and feet primly together. You wet your lips briefly. In the last year, you’ve had to lie constantly; the creativity gets easier but holding your nerve never does.

When she speaks again, she moves her hand to stroke a finger gently across the arm of the damask sofa.

“Do you have children, Mrs Hargreeves.”

“Yes Ma’am. One daughter.”

Lady Danforth nodded contemplatively, “I have a daughter too. Married just over a year ago to a Baronet in England.”

You nod, smiling unsurely, “All the servants speak fondly of Miss Catherine.”

“Hm,” she said, tilting her head in order to look down her nose at you, “my daughter had a housekeeper. A widow, Mrs Fredericks. Or not a widow, as it turned out. She was dismissed recently. It was discovered that she was, in fact, still Miss Fredericks, although she had a grown son. Not only this, she had been stealing from her employer.”

“Oh.” you say, dumbly.

“Can you produce a marriage certificate, Mrs Hargreeves?”

Shit.

“No ma’am. My husband had it about him when he went missing.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Mrs Hargreeves. How inconvenient for a woman in your position.”

“Yes,” you all but whisper.

“But surely church records are available?”

“Um…no.”

She tilts her head in mock confusion and you gabble out the latest twist in a long and convoluted series of lies.

“The church we were married in burned down. The marriage records were lost with it.”

“Another inconvenience,” she says, raising her eyebrows, enjoying the seconds she leaves you hanging, “very well, you may go.”

You waver for a second, “ma’am?”

“You may go.” she repeats.

It’s almost second nature to curtsey now as you leave the room.

You don’t fall asleep for a long time that night. Your family seems closer than ever tonight, just tantalizingly out of reach. Your complex, intelligent and determined little girl and your Russian nesting-doll of a husband. The adult with a septuagenarian within and, at the deepest level of his precious heart, a scared, neglected little boy.

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Unveiling Muscat's Malls: A Comprehensive Look at Shopping and Entertainment

Muscat, the capital of Oman, is a city that effortlessly blends traditional charm with modern sophistication. Among the many facets of this dynamic city, its shopping malls stand out as hubs of commerce, culture, and entertainment. These malls are more than just places to shop; they are social and cultural epicentres that offer a range of experiences to both locals and tourists alike. In this blog, we’ll take a comprehensive look at the malls in Muscat, exploring what makes them a must-visit for anyone in the city.

A Fusion of Tradition and Modernity

Malls in Muscat are unique in the way they reflect the city’s character—a perfect blend of tradition and modernity. The architecture of these malls often incorporates elements of Omani heritage, with grand arches, intricate carvings, and traditional motifs adorning the walls. Yet, inside, you’ll find all the trappings of modernity, from international brands to the latest in technology and entertainment.

Shopping: A World of Choices

When it comes to shopping, the malls in Muscat offer a world of choices. Whether you’re looking for high-end luxury items, local crafts, or everyday essentials, these malls have something for everyone.

Luxury Shopping: For those who seek luxury, many of Muscat’s malls house flagship stores of international brands. Here, you can find the latest fashion trends, designer watches, jewellery, and more. The ambience in these luxury sections is often sophisticated, with personalised service that caters to the discerning shopper.

Local and Regional Brands: In addition to international brands, malls in Muscat also showcase a wide array of local and regional brands. These stores offer products that are unique to the region, from traditional Omani attire to locally crafted jewellery and souvenirs. Shopping here not only supports local businesses but also provides a deeper connection to the culture of Oman.

Affordable Shopping: Not all shopping in Muscat’s malls is about luxury. There are plenty of stores that cater to budget-conscious shoppers. From trendy yet affordable fashion to electronics and home goods, these malls offer great value for money. Seasonal sales and promotions further enhance the shopping experience, making it accessible to a broader audience.

Dining: A Culinary Journey

One of the highlights of visiting the malls in Muscat is the diverse culinary offerings. These malls are home to a wide range of dining options, from fast food to fine dining.

International Cuisine: The food courts and restaurants in Muscat’s malls bring together flavours from around the world. Whether you’re craving Italian, Chinese, Indian, or Middle Eastern cuisine, you’ll find it all under one roof. These dining spaces are perfect for a quick bite between shopping or a leisurely meal with family and friends.

Local Flavors: For those looking to experience Omani cuisine, many malls feature restaurants that serve traditional dishes. From succulent grilled meats to aromatic rice dishes and fresh seafood, these restaurants offer a taste of Oman’s rich culinary heritage.

Cafés and Dessert Shops: If you’re in the mood for something sweet, the malls in Muscat won’t disappoint. Numerous cafés and dessert shops offer everything from freshly brewed coffee to gourmet pastries and traditional sweets. These spots are ideal for taking a break from shopping and indulging in a treat.

Entertainment: More Than Just Shopping

Malls in Muscat are not just about shopping and dining; they are also major entertainment hubs. The variety of entertainment options ensures that there’s something for everyone, regardless of age or interest.

Cinemas: Many of Muscat’s malls feature state-of-the-art cinemas that screen the latest blockbusters. These cinemas offer a premium viewing experience with comfortable seating, advanced sound systems, and even VIP sections. Whether you’re a movie buff or just looking for a fun way to spend an evening, the cinemas in Muscat’s malls are a great option.

Family Entertainment Centers: For families with children, the malls in Muscat offer numerous entertainment centres that cater to younger visitors. These centres often include arcades, soft play areas, and interactive games that provide hours of fun. Some malls even have indoor amusement parks with rides and attractions for all ages.

Events and Exhibitions: Throughout the year, Muscat’s malls host a variety of events and exhibitions. These can range from fashion shows and cultural performances to art exhibitions and seasonal festivals. These events add an extra layer of excitement to the mall experience and often provide a platform for local talent to showcase their work.

Convenience and Accessibility

One of the key advantages of Muscat’s malls is their convenience and accessibility. Located in various parts of the city, these malls are easily reachable by car or public transportation. They also offer ample parking space, making them a hassle-free destination for shoppers.

Services and Amenities: The malls in Muscat are equipped with a wide range of services and amenities to enhance the visitor experience. These include everything from currency exchange and ATMs to concierge services and information desks. For families, many malls offer stroller rentals and baby-changing facilities, ensuring a comfortable visit for everyone.

Safety and Security: The safety and security of visitors are top priorities in Muscat’s malls. Security personnel are present throughout the premises, and many malls have implemented advanced surveillance systems to ensure a safe environment. Additionally, the cleanliness and upkeep of these malls are maintained to high standards, providing a pleasant and secure atmosphere for all.

A Social Hub

Beyond shopping, dining, and entertainment, malls in Muscat serve as important social hubs. They are places where people come together, whether for a casual meet-up with friends, a family outing, or a business meeting. The diverse offerings of these malls mean that there’s something for everyone, making them a go-to destination for both residents and visitors.

Conclusion: A Must-Visit in Muscat

In summary, the shopping centres in Muscat serve as more than mere retail spaces; they play a vital role in the social and cultural landscape of the city. With their blend of traditional and modern elements, diverse shopping and dining options, and extensive entertainment facilities, these malls offer a comprehensive experience that appeals to a wide audience. Whether you’re a local looking for a convenient place to shop and relax, or a tourist eager to explore Muscat’s modern attractions, the city’s malls should be on your list of places to visit.

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There are two things that are more difficult than making an after-dinner speech: climbing a wall which is leaning toward you and kissing a girl who is leaning away from you.

- Winston S. Churchill

I’ve had quite a few happy times at the Oriental Club in London. Dining there is an incredibly civilised and lively experience. Dining in the Library Room under the watchful gaze of the club’s first and only President in 1824, Arthur Wellesley, the 1st Duke of Wellington, who first cut his military chops with his older brother, Richard, in British India, can be a little distracting.

Should the after dinner speeches drone on there is a quick escape to one of my favourite bars, the Calcutta Light Horse Bar. Tradition has it that any member of the club who rings the bell has to buy a round for everyone present in the bar. One should only do so if you have something to celebrate.

Most food in gentlemen clubs in London’s Clubland is fine but nothing truly outstanding. But the Oriental Club has an excellent reputation as a good place to dine, and most surprisingly for its Indian food. But that isn’t too surprising given the Club’s historic roots with the East India Company and of its strong British India links. In 1861 the Oriental Club's then Chef, Richard Terry, wrote one of Britain’s first Indian Cookery Books simply entitled Indian Cookery. In it one could find such wonderful dishes as Periwinkle Curry, Bullachong and Cuthree, Palantee and Bird Room Stew.

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Unveiling Bali's Must-Visit Gems: A Traveler's Guide

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Bali, often hailed as the "Island of the Gods," is a mesmerizing destination that offers a blend of natural beauty, cultural richness, and adventure. With its lush landscapes, stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and warm hospitality, Bali beckons travelers from across the globe. If you're planning a trip to this Indonesian paradise, here's a curated list of top places to explore to make your Bali experience truly unforgettable.

1. Ubud: Cultural Heart of Bali

Nestled amidst terraced rice paddies and lush rainforests, Ubud is a haven for art lovers, nature enthusiasts, and spiritual seekers. Explore the town's vibrant markets, where you can shop for handmade crafts, textiles, and intricate artwork. Visit the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary to observe playful macaques in their natural habitat, or rejuvenate your body and soul with a yoga class or traditional Balinese spa treatment.

2. Uluwatu Temple: Cliffside Serenity

Perched on the edge of dramatic cliffs overlooking the Indian Ocean, Uluwatu Temple is renowned for its breathtaking sunset views and traditional Kecak dance performances. Explore the temple grounds, adorned with intricate stone carvings, and witness the mesmerizing sight of the sun sinking below the horizon as the waves crash against the cliffs below.

3. Tanah Lot: Iconic Sea Temple

A symbol of Bali's spiritual heritage, Tanah Lot is a majestic sea temple perched atop a rocky outcrop, surrounded by the shimmering waters of the Indian Ocean. Marvel at the temple's timeless beauty as it appears to float on the horizon, especially during sunset when the sky is painted in hues of orange and gold. Don't forget to explore the surrounding area, where you'll find local markets and cultural performances.

4. Tegallalang Rice Terraces: Picturesque Landscapes

Located just north of Ubud, the Tegallalang Rice Terraces offer a glimpse into Bali's agrarian heritage with their intricate system of stepped rice paddies. Trek through the emerald-green fields, marveling at the stunning vistas and interacting with local farmers as they tend to their crops. Capture postcard-perfect photos of this iconic landscape, which has graced the covers of countless travel magazines.

5. Nusa Penida: Untouched Paradise

Escape the crowds and discover the raw beauty of Nusa Penida, a rugged island located southeast of Bali. With its pristine beaches, towering cliffs, and crystal-clear waters teeming with marine life, Nusa Penida is a paradise for snorkelers, divers, and nature lovers. Visit iconic landmarks such as Kelingking Beach and Angel's Billabong, or embark on a scenic hike to explore hidden waterfalls and secluded coves.

6. Seminyak: Chic Beachside Retreat

Indulge in luxury and relaxation in Seminyak, Bali's upscale beach resort town known for its trendy beach clubs, boutique shops, and world-class dining scene. Lounge on pristine beaches, sip cocktails at stylish beachfront bars, or pamper yourself with a spa day at one of the many luxury resorts. After dark, experience Seminyak's vibrant nightlife with live music, DJ sets, and beach bonfires under the stars.

7. Mount Batur: Sunrise Trekking Adventure

For outdoor enthusiasts seeking adventure, a sunrise trek to the summit of Mount Batur is a must-do experience. Begin your journey in the early hours of the morning, hiking through the darkness to reach the summit in time for sunrise. As the first light of dawn illuminates the landscape, revel in panoramic views of the surrounding mountains, crater lakes, and distant islands—a truly awe-inspiring moment that will stay with you forever.

Conclusion

From the verdant rice terraces of Ubud to the pristine beaches of Nusa Penida, Bali offers a diverse array of experiences that cater to every traveler's preferences. Whether you're seeking cultural immersion, outdoor adventure, or simply relaxation in a tropical paradise, Bali's top attractions promise an unforgettable journey filled with beauty, adventure, and enchantment. So pack your bags, embark on a Bali trip, and prepare to be enchanted by the magic of this timeless island destination.

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Discovering Swiss Cottage in Rishikesh: A Tranquil Escape by Oscenox

Rishikesh, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas along the banks of the sacred Ganges River, is renowned as a hub for yoga, spirituality, and adventure. Amidst its bustling atmosphere lies Swiss Cottage by Oscenox, an idyllic retreat that beautifully reflects the tranquility and natural beauty of this region. In this blog post, we’ll explore what sets Swiss Cottage apart, its unique offerings, and why it should be on your travel radar when visiting Rishikesh.

A Serene Sanctuary Amongst Nature

Swiss Cottage is more than just a place to stay; it’s a sanctuary designed to help visitors connect with nature and find inner peace. Surrounded by lush greenery and stunning mountain views, this retreat offers a perfect setting for relaxation and rejuvenation.

The Ambiance

Upon entering Swiss Cottage, guests are greeted with a serene ambiance characterized by warm wooden interiors, tasteful decor, and the gentle sound of nature. The cottages themselves are designed to provide a rustic yet comfortable experience, making it easy to unwind.

Natural Materials: Each cottage is built using sustainable materials to blend seamlessly with the natural landscape.

Comfortable Living Spaces: The interiors boast comfortable furnishings, ensuring a cozy atmosphere for all visitors.

Adventure Awaits

For those looking for a bit more excitement, Rishikesh is known as the “Adventure Capital of India.” Swiss Cottage serves as a perfect base for exploration.

Activities to Experience

Adventure seekers will find a plethora of activities in and around Rishikesh, from thrilling river rafting to peaceful hikes.

White-Water Rafting: Experience the thrill of navigating the Ganges’ rapids with guided rafting tours that cater to all skill levels.

Trekking and Hiking: Explore scenic trails that lead to breathtaking viewpoints and hidden waterfalls.

Campfires and Barbecues: Enjoy evenings filled with stories, laughter, and good food around a cozy campfire.

Excursions Beyond the Cottage

While Swiss Cottage offers a range of activities, its proximity to local attractions allows visitors to explore even more.

Laxman Jhula: This iconic suspension bridge provides stunning views of the river and surrounding landscape, making for a memorable photo opportunity.

Neelkanth Mahadev Temple: A revered pilgrimage site, this temple is steeped in mythological significance and can be reached by a scenic trek.

Culinary Delights

A unique aspect of Swiss Cottage is its culinary offerings. Visitors are treated to a range of meals that cater to different tastes, focusing on fresh, organic ingredients sourced locally.

Dining Experience

Traditional Indian Cuisine: Enjoy authentic flavors from various regions of India, prepared with care and creativity.

Health-Conscious Options: There are plenty of vegetarian and vegan menu choices, ensuring a wholesome dining experience.

Special Experiences

In addition to regular meals, Swiss Cottage also offers cooking classes, allowing guests to learn how to prepare local dishes using fresh ingredients.

Concluding Thoughts: A Retreat Like No Other

Swiss Cottage in Rishikesh stands as a beacon for those seeking a blend of tranquility, adventure, and culinary delights. The retreat’s commitment to sustainability, wellness, and rich cultural experiences makes it a standout destination for travelers.

Takeaway: Whether you are seeking relaxation through yoga and meditation or the thrill of adventure, Swiss Cottage has something to offer everyone.

If you’re planning a trip to Rishikesh, consider staying at Swiss Cottage by Oscenox for an experience that encapsulates the essence of this beautiful region.

Call to Action

Ready to book your retreat? Visit Oscenox’s official website for more details and to plan your unforgettable stay at Swiss Cottage. Don’t forget to share your experiences or ask questions in the comments below!

By weaving together elements of nature, adventure, and culinary exploration, Swiss Cottage is not just a place to stay — it’s an experience to cherish.

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What would a lazy domestic Sunday be for Sirius and Remus?

LOVEEEE domestic sundays eeeeeeee

so each day of the weekend has a very particular purpose & they do not deviate from said purposes. like if something about this routine changes it's bc someone died or the world shifted a degree off its axis

saturdays are for brunches and grocery shopping and maybe the farmers market if they're feeling particularly grown up and willing to mingle with the old, weird jam guy. perhaps a stop for afternoon coffee and a stroll through the park or running those errands they've been putting off all week. there's usually some kind of get-together with friends in the evenings, either for late dinner or out to bar hop or the club if everyone's feeling up to it (aka if sirius can pout enough to convince remus to come)

but sundays are strictly at-home days. like they do not leave the house on sundays.

remus usually wakes up before sirius but he lets him sleep as long as he wants and either dozes or reads until he wakes up. obviously they're nearly instantly having a nice little fuck bc sleepy morning sex is top tier, then they're either showering together or splitting off for a minute if remus needs coffee immediately

they'll do some kind of homemade brunch moment that consists exclusively of either cereal or a three-course, intricate dining experience on the days sirius is feeling ambitious and doesn't wake up starving. some sundays remus will come into the kitchen to find every single counter covered with dishes and flour and fruits he doesn't even recognize and he's all "baby can we please just make pancakes" and sirius is all "food should be an experience remus, god, there's more to life than just whatever's fast and easy and convenient, you know" and then remus goes "you've gone through two boxes of fruity pebbles in the last week" and then he's banned from the kitchen until further notice

after breakfast/brunch they'll choose some records to play and do a little tidy of the house, finish all the dishes & sweep up whatever messes they've been putting off all week, do a few trips to the basement laundry & organize the closet bc it's always a disaster by the weekends, what with both of them rushing off to work in the mornings.

after that it's veg time, so they'll either catch up on whatever show they're currently watching or remus will cut off to read or work while sirius naps or watches a movie. they'll reconvene for dinner bc sundays are takeout days, so they'll sift through their drawer of menus from all their favorite local places and usually settle on either thai or indian, but they've been becoming increasingly obsessed with this new moroccan place a few blocks over and order from there at least twice a month.

after dinner it's show/movie time. around oscars season they both become insufferable and insist on watching every film nominated in every single category and spend weeks and weeks making their combined list of anticipated winners in all categories. they're both self-proclaimed film buffs and everyone makes fun of them for it bc they debate about cinematography and screenplays despite having absolutely zero relevant knowledge to form any kind of educated opinion about either

after movie time they're most likely fucking on the couch, maybe they'll be ambitious and take it to the kitchen under the guise of post-movie snacks or the shower if they want to be productive and keep the mess to a minimum

remus is normally ready to call it quits around 10:30 and heads off to bed with a book he most likely won't get even two pages into before falling asleep. sirius will either have a bit of alone time for a while or just be like "eh, might as well" and go to bed with him. they'll have a cute little tooth brushing moment and then sirius will steal whatever sweater or hoodie of remus' is closest before going to bed.

and remus doesn't get it bc he does it even in the summer, when their room gets a little too hot for comfort. the first summer they lived together he was like "baby you're going to be way too hot in that" bc sirius came to bed drowning in remus' big green wool sweater. and sirius was all "what do u mean" and remus goes "its like 85 degrees out and our AC is shit and you're wearing wool" but sirius is stubborn and he's all "okay and??? 😠" and remus is like "ugh he's going to wake me up in the middle of the night bc he's going to get too hot and have to wrestle that thing off."

but then he wakes up the next morning and not only is sirius still wearing the sweater, but he's also burrowing into remus' side and the sleeves of the sweater are pulled down over his hands like he's cold, which should be impossible. and remus is so hot he's ab to start sweating bc it's sweltering in their room and sirius is plastered to him like an evil little furnace but he'd rather cut off his own arm than tell sirius they can't cuddle in the summer (mostly because he likes it, but also bc he likes his eyebrows on his face and he's not convinced sirius wouldn't enact revenge with a razor while he was asleep)

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason

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