Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictous manner. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
The Babblebrook Hotel was located at the heart of the town. If anyone had ever dreamt of an enchanted castle, this was it. Ranging from antique portraits to rustic book shelves, from huge wooden armchairs to glittering carpets, the place looked nothing less than an ancient magical store of the witches. The staircases were adorned with soft fluffy carpets with complex intricated embroidered patterns of leaves and fairies, the floor had a soothing wooden look coupled with a touch of marble and stone.
Nisha walked up the huge wooden staircase reaching to a point where an old painting caught her attention. She stopped to look at the beautiful work of art and wondered why she was so captivated by its charm. It was a simple painting of a girl sitting on her knees with her hands folded and her head bowed down in prayer.
“I am glad you are back.” A sharp bitter voice spoke to Nisha. She turned around and saw Ahan staring angrily at her.
“Ahan,” she spoke in a troubled voice,” I heard about you. Its high time you understand that I do not wish to be with you and move on. Your silly tricks wont change my mind.”
“So Arjun told you that I visited his shop,” he spoke in a bitter tone,”Dont get me wrong Nisha. I was so heart-broken that I…………”
“I get it Ahan,” she said,” I hope that you too are getting it.”
Diya sat down in Mr. Nishant’s office with a worried look on her face. She could see Mr. Ajay standing outside through the glass door. She took a deep breath in and released it.
“So Ms. Diya,” said Mr. Nishant walking in,” We have decided to collaborate with you for the next edition of our magazine. We are planning on giving it a kind of garden theme this month. We have established four beautiful gardens in addition to a new swimmimg pool. Keeping in mind the needs of our customers, we feel that they should enjoy the comfort of sitting in the sun amidst lush green trees and blooming flowers. Your work appears pretty interesting and I think it shall be able to attract more customers. As for Ms. Nisha, we need her help with our upcoming Christmas edition where we are planning on promoting our newly furnished halls with comfy armchairs and cozy fireplaces. I believe that Ms. Nisha’s articles on Hygge shall be able to spread the message of togetherness and attract more customers to our lovely hotel.”
“I am truly grateful that you have faith in our work,” she spoke with sincerity in her voice and hope in her heart. “If you dont mind Mr. Nishant I am a bit curious to know if you arent going back to Dehradun………………”
“The Nightshade Hotel in Dehradun, where we first met has been my workplace for the last seven years. But now the management wants me to devote my services to the Babblebrook Hotel here in Mussoorie and make it as majestic and royal as the Nightshade Hotel.”
“Pardon me Mr. Nishant but I feel that royal may not be the right word. The Nightshade Hotel was beautiful and majestic but it lacked something. It lacked warmth and a sense of ease. What I mean to say is that no matter how splendid the services of a hotel are, if the customers dont get a homely vibe in it, if they start feeling homesick, they wont ever come back again.”
“All right,” said Mr. Nishant with an air of appreciation for her words,” Lets set the theme as Hygge then, and we can even focus on the gardens as a part of our “love for nature” theme.”
“The Nightshade Hotel did not give us a pleasant experience,” Nisha was having a conversation with Ahan over a cup of coffee and some delicious garlic bread.
“What exactly happened?” he asked her desperate to win back her trust.
“Eerie events which first seemed to be random coincidences but later turned out to be the result of tragic mishappenings.”
“I do have some news about the Nightshade Hotel. About a week ago, some burglars broke into one of the rooms of the hotel and attacked an elderly couple residing there. Luckily, they escaped any grievous injury but the incident has led to a mass decline in the number of customers in the hotel.”
“What room was it?” asked Nisha recalling Diya’s scared face the night she was attacked.
“I dont know,” he said cutting another slice of bread for himself,” But Dad told me that the management somehow suspected that it was due to a breach of security coupled with poor and inadequate management. Thats the reason Mr. Nishant and Mr. Ajay have been barred from the grand annual fest. They shall be devoting their services here instead.”
Note- My heartfelt thanks to all my beloved readers. Just to let you know, names like The Babblebrook and the Nightshade hotel have been taken from the amazing “Babblebrook series” by the channel Goodnight moon ASMR on youtube.