Shraddha

I sank onto the antique four-poster bed, my fingers tracing the intricate carvings that adorned its mahogany frame. The royal heirloom seemed to whisper tales of generations past through the polished wood grain. Around me, the ancestral chamber breathed history-tapestries hanging from stone walls, brass fixtures gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight that streamed through leaded windows. Every corner of this grand estate spoke of meticulous craftsmanship and timeless elegance.