#Standard Finish : Powder Coating

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Outdoor Floor Mount Racks/Enclosure

SPECIFICATIONS

Mounting : Floor Mountable

Material : Galvanized Steel

Basic Frame : Steel four pillars with the steel end frame

Construction : Welded

Front Door : Lockable GI Door Plain or Lockable Toughened Glass GI Door

Standard Finish : Powder Coating

Standard Mounting Option : Base frame

Standard Color : Light Grey / Dark Grey / Black

Side and Bottom Panel : Vented with fan and cable entry provision

[starryhutcherson]

━━ A NEW FAMILIAR

author's note: crawled out of my hole for this one guys. sorry for being so ghost mode im working on putting out more stuff, apologies if this isn't of the highest quality as i'm running on sugar free redbull and three hours of sleep ! love my life hahahahaAHHHH

'୧ ‧₊ pairing: best friend!mike schmidt x reader warnings: 18+ sexual content! oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing word count: 4600+ ⋆ ✩‧₊

Mike’s expression always glooms when you bring up the next date you’ve arranged. He knows how this story plays out; he knows the truth behind the men you’ve matched with on whatever sketchy website you’ve wasted your time on. They’ve molded themselves into the embodiment of perfection, through falsified photos and fabrications buried in their bios. His patience crumbles like fireplace ash as you skip around his living room and drone on about whatever dickhead you’ve set your poor, precious heart on.

He knows, always, the the outcome is running makeup and salty cheeks, sobbing on the floor of his living room in a creasing satin dress and his welcoming arms, a bitter exclamation of “you were right Mike” leaving your lips in the knowing silence and him gritting his jaw and pretending that it doesn’t bother him the the only habits you ever find yourself falling back into are the bad ones. 

It’s no different today. 

Mark or Matt or Mitch – you really were killing him, because it should be Mike. It should be him. Him that you’re getting ready for, him that you’re daydreaming about. And it’s an odd feeling, like a movie where your favorite character dies and then movie finishes and you have to accept that they aren’t coming back, no matter how long you sit glued to the reclinable chair, popcorn crunched beneath your sneakers and the credit-scene reflected in your shrinking pupils. 

Mike’s not the type to be happier with the hope – he’d let the truth swallow him up, sink into his creaking bones, he’d live with the loss. But he still has hope for you. He has hope that your eyes will open and you’ll seep into his brain and his breath and his bed. He hopes you’ll start seeing him instead of just looking. Maybe it's wishful thinking. Ignorant optimism.

It feels like it. 

It feels like it, right now, when he’s leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom and watching you get ready, your animated chatter reverberating around the small space between coats of mascara. He offered to give you a ride before you’d even asked, and he’ll tolerate the sting of watching you get out of the car looking all pretty for someone who isn’t him, just to make sure you get there safely. It’s the type of sacrifice he’ll make for you. 

“I can’t even feel my face, I’ve been smiling so hard all day!” You squeal, powdering your cheeks with more purposeless product – he thinks it’s all pointless. You’re radiant, even in the harsh lighting of his bathroom. 

He offers a low grunt. What is he supposed to say? He’s not happy. And he’s not gonna pretend he is. 

You either don’t notice or choose to ignore, continuing to doll yourself up to whatever standards you have for yourself. “I mean, he says he’s been skiing since he was 6. He’s practically an olympian.” 

Mike scoffs. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Can you hurry up?”

“Alright, grumpy. Calm down. I gotta do my lips and then I’m ready. Plus, nobody told you that you gotta stand here.” 

A fleeting flush of fuchsia permeates his cheeks, but he looks down at his worn shoes to hide it. It’s true. He didn’t have to stand here. But if an angel was populating your bathroom you’d want to take a peek, would you not? That’s how he thinks you look. Angelic. Glowing from your soul, a content smile knitted on your lips. You might as well have a halo and wings – that heaven-sent aura is reinforced when you douse yourself in lingering washes of that sweet perfume that’s branded itself to you. He’d recognise that floral aroma anywhere, the way a shark detects a drop of blood amongst saline scattered seas. 

“Okay, I’m ready. How do I look?”

Cruelest question of them all. “You look… fine. Good.”

A knot forms in your brow. “All this effort for that terrible answer?” Playful, but with a truthful undertone. Why do you value his opinion so much? He doesn’t want to assume anything. 

“Well I’m not the person you’re dressing up for.” I wish I was. He doesn’t say the other words, but he thinks them so hard he’s half convinced if you were listening in the right spot, or looking into his eyes for long enough that you’d hear it anyway. 

“Okay, okay, whatever. Let’s just get going, don’t wanna keep Mack waiting.” 

Two letters. That’s all it would take. That’s all he’d have to swap to make it him.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Even if you aren’t aware, even if he did offer, he drives begrudgingly. He focuses as much as he can, on the road ahead and not your glistening figure beside him in the passenger seat, the very definition of temptation. 

The mall parking lot is barren, a few gleaming cars scattered amongst the otherwise desolate area. He pulls into a space, sets the car in park, rakes in a greedy sigh of air. 

“If anything happens, call me.” 

You sneer teasingly. “Don’t be so pessimistic. It’s gonna be great, he could be my future husband, y’know.”

Yep. Mack, the 35 year old you've met online, who’s only notable talent seems to be skiing and his greatest life achievement to date is shooting a deer, whose head is mounted to the wall in his bedroom, typically visible in the background of his many instagram posts which involved his shirtless figure straining to flex his overly pronounced bulk. A match made in heaven. He wants to scream. 

And how can you even tell him to not be pessimistic? How can you look him in the eyes and act like this moment hasn’t happened time after time, the point of no return before an evening spent crying in his arms as he reassures you that your failed dates are never your fault, even though by now it seems like you must be seeking out the same genre of shitty man if you’re this good at getting your heart broken. He’s sick of picking up the fragile little pieces of his bathroom floor, cutting himself on the shards of a heart that’ll never be his. You deserve more than these half-baked, single night romances. He could show you that. 

“Yeah, sure,” he grits. “Future husband. Just call me, seriously.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you.” 

And with that, you’re off, disappearing into the gaping mouth of the mall’s entrance, and he watches with an alkaline feeling growing in his stomach. Your hair is caught up in the wind like clothing on a washline and he thinks his hope is all drained out. 

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Mike spends a good two hours back at his house. His movements feel vacuous, staring ahead at the screen, barely processing the raging garbage that masquerades as reality TV. The rain has picked up outside, licking at the window panes with a growing intensity. 

He’s not happy about the jean skirt and tiny little tank top you’d clad yourself in prior to leaving, you’re probably frigid by now in the cold. You did however reassure him that Mack was gonna drive you home, or even worse, take you back to his place, so his stupid fucking elk head trophie could watch with it’s empty eyes while the pair of you fuck on the bed that his mom still has to make for him because he never can quite manage those fitted sheets, can he? Fucking manchild. 

Shit. Mike’s feeling so so bitter. Maybe it’s because he’s finally realized that this is the dreaded pattern he’s going to have to endure with you until death. Or until he braves up and actually tells you that he’s been in love with you since the fifth day of second grade, when you mouthily confronted Jerry Murdoch and told him to give Mike his crayons back.  

With a weak sigh, he turns the TV off with a click of the remote still encaptured in the loose hold of his fist, and decides to see if he can melt into any form of sleep – but the knock on his door prevents him from doing so. 

He arises lethargically, not having much on his mind but the denial of his slumber as he shuffles over and turns the handle, but then, it’s you. 

Fluttery lashes melted to black smudges beneath your eyes, a mixture of rainwater and tears, completely drenched and dripping all over his doormat, your body is trembling and you’re wracked with tiny little cries and he’s feeling so many emotions he believes he might implode. 

He pulls you inside and into his arms, stroking your back in gentle, soothing motions, and it kills him that this has become routine. He’s angry. He’s sick of this. 

“What happened this time?” He grunts softly. 

“He didn’t even show up. He couldn’t even send a message as to why, Mike,” you sniffle into his warm chest, drunk off the even echo of his heartbeat. 

A moment’s silence rots like aged fruit. He draws a breath in, then out, then in again. 

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You crane your face upwards to meet him, instantly bathed in a nervous shiver when you see how serious he looks. 

“My phone was dead.” Is all you can manage to mumble. 

“What?” He’s pissed. “Why didn’t you charge it? You could have charged it there, they have outlets at the mall. Or you could’ve used someone else’s, so you didn’t have to walk home in the rain, because you’re drenched.” 

“I don’t–”

“Y’know how dangerous it is to walk around alone in this shitty neighborhood? Half the street lights don’t even work, and I don’t even know any of my neighbors, or what kinda people walk around here at night.” He grumbles. “I shouldn’t have to tell you all this, I’m sick of explaining all this to you.”

You roll your eyes irritably, releasing yourself from his arms and crossing your own across your dripping wet torso. “How was I supposed to know he was gonna stand me up? You’re telling me I should just expect it?”

He blinks like a deer in headlights, silence settles into his flesh.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

You scoff. “It’s what you implied.” 

“It’s not what I—” He grumbles weakly under his breath, cutting himself off, deciding reasoning with you is somewhat of a useless attempt. “Why can’t you just listen to me?”

“What, charge my phone next time? Bring a raincoat? Yeah, great help, seriously, don’t know where I’d be without you,” your sarcasm hits like gunshot wounds to the teeth. 

“Or maybe you should try to meet actual people, instead of fake ones from some stupid website.” 

After a cold shiver bites up your spine, your expression deepens with defense. What is his fucking problem? “At least I try to get out of the house! At least I don’t spend every hour of every day moping around and feeling sorry for myself!” 

The pair of you fight, sure, every good relationship, friend or romance or family or whatever should, but nothing like this. This is stone-set, it’s been coming for a while, the wild gesticulations and the pacing and the raised voices. It shakes the bones of the weakened house. 

“Don’t,” Mike says with a furious edge, fists tightening and untightening like he’s about to take a swing at the wall, like this is going to end with bleeding knuckles nipped with shards of worn plaster. “Don’t throw that in my face, I do everything I can, for you and Abby. It’s not like I have a choice.”

“So what, you’re so fucking miserable in your own life that you have to try and control mine?”

“Control? You’re like my child! You don’t even know how to take care of yourself half the time, so yes, I try to help you not to make such shitty decisions!” 

You scowl. “You’re not obligated to do anything for me, y’know Mike. Why do you keep me around if I’m that much of a chore for you!”

He snaps, the tension in his fists bleeding up into his throat, his mouth, the words clot behind his gums and suddenly they tumble out in a fury-fueled shout. “Because you’ve got no one else!” 

You deflate, wilting like a flame without oxygen, and Mike deems the silence to be more cruel than anything else you’ve said to him tonight. He’s feeling everything and nothing all at once, the quiet crumbles around him like a burning building and he fears he’ll become rubble beneath the debris. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… god, just–” His eyes flick to you, and then retreat back down to the faded living room carpet. He can’t swallow his guilt this time. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

“It’s fine,” you say coldly, knuckling away an angry tear. The salt water is the trick of nostalgia, you’ve cried like this so many times. Your breakage of those promises to yourself. It’ll be different. And it never is. 

“No. It’s not – I’m a dick, I just… I hate watching other people ruin your life. You deserve better.”

Better. What is better? Some twisted fantasy that some people are indulged with and others are left longing for. That you’re left longing for. You know he’s tired of the same bullshit that you force yourself through, convincing yourself of change, painting yourself up to be fit for presentation, and hoping that whoever you’ve leeched onto likes what they see, so you don’t have to feel so alone anymore. You’re oblivious, painfully so. Because Mike could plaster together the cracks in your splintering psyche, if you’d just let him in. 

“Whatever, Mike. It’s true anyway.”

There’s a hole in his heart in the shape of your name. He begs you. Fill it. A part of him shatters at the defeat in your words — he’s crumbled you to the bone, to the marrow. He’ll build you back up. You deserve it. 

“No it isn't. No it isn’t. You have me. You’ll always have me.” 

A silence pervades; the look in his eyes is one of pleading, that you’ll stop and see what he’s offering you, that you’ll stop chasing your own tail, that you’ll stop the cycle. 

“Mike…”

“And Abby.”

You indulge him. 

“You have me. And you have Abby. And I know that’s… not much, but she loves you. So much. And I’m sorry, ‘cause I know I don’t say it enough, I don’t…. I don’t say how much you mean to me, but I just—”

“Mike.” 

He wallows in the waters of your rain kissed eyes, the way your pupils pulse and the words are falling before he can swallow them back down. 

“I love you.”

He gives you that stare. That stare that’s the color of black coffee, the look that you can feel, unearthing the graveyard of wilting feelings you’ve tried to bury, the heart that beats for him him him, lodged between the ivory bars of your ribcage. He maps you out with his eyes, he looks at you the way the sun hungers for daybreak. 

He’s waiting. He’d wait forever. 

“And… and seeing you with these… shitty people who don’t even care about you, it just…” He sighs exasperatedly, dragging a sweaty palm down his face. 

His sentences can’t seem to finish themselves. This is harder than it looks in the movies. Harder than when he’s practiced in the mirror, when Abby’s walked in and giggled at him and told him to just fess up. 

“You love me? Like…”

He looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “Yeah. I do.”

You’re beyond bewildered. He loves you. He loves you. 

“What– but… you—”

“You don’t have to… say anything. I just, I can’t… I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t do it.”

You reach for his hand. It’s a little clammy, a little trembly, but it’s a perfect fit. Just like you. 

“I love you too, Mike.”

What?

“You… do?”

He’s skeptical, but he’s also swooning. A stone man is slowly cracking. 

“I just didn’t… didn’t think I could have you. I mean, you’re so… you’re everything, y’know? You’re a good brother, and you work so hard, and you’re… I’m just… I don’t think I deserve you,” you whisper, confessing. With a newfound stroke of confidence, he approaches, one hand snaking around to the small of your back, another on your cheek. He’s gentle. In his eyes, you’re porcelain. Precious. Fragile. At least, at this moment. But you love him too and that’s all he needs. It’s all he’s ever needed. 

“You deserve everything.” He says it so quietly it’s barely audible. And then, nothing is audible because he’s carefully pulling your lips to his, linking you in every way, his hands tangle into your damp hair and he’s kissing you. 

His lips chase yours in messy, uncalculated movements. He’s starting small. It’s been a while. And he’s gonna take his time with you. He’s gonna show you what you deserve. Soft sounds squeak past his lips as they flutter against yours, and you’re closer and closer and closer still, impossibly so. 

Within moments he’s whisking you off to his bedroom, his hand tangled with yours, an interlace tight enough to cause ropeburn. His skin chafes with yours, and then he’s kissing you again atop his navy comforter. 

He’s gentle, respectful, but you understand what he’s trying to tell you, what he’s been trying to tell you. He speaks through silken drags of his tongue, through the hand that holds your cheek steady— he feels as though he’s gripping the very cusp of a constellation. You taste like stardust. You glow like the waning moon. 

He breathes heavily in the expanse of his throat, his pants have become tight and wet and filthy; he’s been subconsciously grinding down into your lap. You’re a little shaky and your pupils have darkened with lust and he is going to show you what you mean to him. What you’ve been missing. 

His hand falls lower, into the slope of torso that dips into your hips. His eyes travel back and forth, searching, hunting for the desire that he feels mirrored back at him. Do you want this, the way he does? Do you? His hardened stare doesn’t speak loud enough. He elaborates.

“Can I… uh… do you wanna…?”

Do you want to? You need to. 

“Shit, okay,” he croaks out, jaw tense and tight as he traces you beneath calloused fingers. You didn’t realize you said that out loud. 

He’s endearingly awkward – you know from languid late-night conversations that he hasn’t done this a lot. Maybe even at all. But he’s sweet, so sweet, like lapping up sugar and feeling it dissolve on your tongue, feeling him dissolve on your tongue, giving you comfort and cavities. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of your camisole. A short nod, and he’s sliding it over your sweat-pricked figure, admiring your contours in the whisper of evening moonlight that bleeds through holes in his moth-eaten curtains. You’re perfect, and he knew you would be. 

He caresses your skin gently, drunk on the mellow feeling of your bare stomach beneath his fingertips. Your bra is black, a little lace peering along the straps, your breasts spilling into the fabric. He reaches around your back, fumbling at the clasp. When the garment drops, his hands are replacing it before you can even blink. 

“Beautiful,” he manages to get out, thumbing over your nipples. 

“Mngh, Mike—”

“Sh. Just let me… just let me. Let me make you feel good. Please?” He grunts out under his breathless voice, and how could you deny such a request?

The moment you agree, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and tugging you towards him slightly, so your back is nearly flat against his mattress and he’s settling himself in the gap that you create for him. 

Your skirt comes off first. Your panties are undeniably soused, his fingers trace the big wet spot that’s dripping all for him, teasing you through torturously thin cotton. 

“Mike,” you mewl gently, fingers settling in his nest of chocolate curls that are damp with sweat. A firm tweak and he’s groaning, his voice melting away into nothing like hot tar. 

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles to himself, like he’s never seen anything like it. Probably not in a while. His finger hooks beneath the waistband, pulls it out gently, and lets it go. It slaps against your hip bone and another fresh sound seeps from your lips.  

“Mike, shit, please just do something—”

“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than you, carefully sliding your panties from your waist, down past your ankles, and he’s tossing them to join the pile of clothes that has begun to collect on his bedroom floor. 

You’re here, before him. The girl he waited for. Your soft flesh is glistening, clenching painfully around nothing, and he’s salivating at the sight of you. He pries your legs out further with his warm hands, leaving them to linger on your bare flesh for a few drawn out moments, before he claims what’s rightfully his. 

He presses a trialing kiss to your clit, and your back curves delicately, fingers tightening their grasp in his hair. He moans into you at this action, and you, in turn, moan as well. Confidence creates itself in him with each little whimper that he gets you to release, and he’s answering back, hearing your cries, your calls of his name with his own unabashed exclamations of pleasure. This is just as good for him, as it is for you. 

“Mike,” you whine gently, and he’s mumbling weak praise right into your cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Wanted this for so long.”

It’s barely audible between his languid sucks; he’s lapping at your drooling entrance, fingers subtly creeping closer, up and along your thighs and settling right above your throbbing clit. He presses his thumb against it, tracing sinful circles against your bud— once, twice, and then you’re far too close to the edge. 

“Oh, Mike I’m gonna come,” you choke out between gasps. 

“Do it. Please.”

He’s begging you. 

And you oblige. With a trembling sob, your thighs tense around his head, keeping him locked in place, capturing him and making sure he finishes the job, and oh does he plan to. When you soar, he’s still holding you in place, soothing the electric sparks pulsating throughout your body. 

He savors your sounds, and when they stop coming, he presses a lingering peck on your inner thigh, stubble scraping at the sensitive dermis. He then raises his face to your level, the light coruscating off the filthy souvenir etched all over his face, your glittering arousal that he wears so proudly. 

He steals a proper kiss from you, rubbing your side as a gentle comfort. He’s completely hard now, tenting his sweats, leaking against the fabric. You gingerly reach out, tracing what you assume to be the head of his cock, and he sags, boneless, against your touch. 

“Fuck, baby I—”

“Baby?” You chuckle softly, still hazed from the candy-coated afterglow of your orgasm. The first of many, he hopes. 

“Mngh— g… got a problem?” He grumbles softly, almost quivering as you begin to palm him with purpose.

“It’s out of character,” you tell him gently. 

“Shit, can I be inside you?” He asks you, voice ripped raw. 

And once again, Mike Schmidt leaves you breathless. 

“Yeah. I need it. I need you.”

He groans, slipping off his pants and boxers without so much as another word from your swollen lips. He’s hard, angrily so, his cock pulses violently and a little whimper escapes through the crack in his bitten lips when it slaps against his stomach. 

He’s stroking himself slowly, base to tip and then back again, collecting the pearls of precum that dribble from his slit. He’s never been so ready for something. For you. It’s all for you. 

He’s holding you, thumbing your hip bones and gently nudging himself into your hole, cooing at every cry that crawls from the crevices of your throat. When he bottoms out, finally, it’s safe to say that he gets a little dumb. “Oh, shit, I’m not— not gonna last long, you’re so tight, shit…” He’s rambling a little. It’s cute. 

A few wandering kisses land on you the way dandelion spores decorate a skyline – your cheek and your chin and your jaw, as he waits for you to let him move. You’re squeezing him for all he’s got and he’s three seconds away from spilling before he’s even so much as thrusted. You do this to him. 

All those days, staring into your eyes and wondering if you’d ever see him the way you do, all those nights, stroking your hair and softening your saddened sobs after failed date after failed date. They’re all worth it. 

You’re clamping down on him, warm and wet and wavering, and you’re exhaling softly through your nose and telling him to move, begging him to move, to make you feel good, and it’s what he does. 

He pumps into you with passion, magnetized to your every movement. He’s satisfying a decade worth of insatiable craving, he’s chasing your hips with his. You end where he begins. 

The headboard creaks and slams against thin plastered walls, one hand grips onto it with alabaster knuckles and the other one holds your hips for better leverage. He doesn’t need to say it, but each knocked kiss of his pelvis to yours is a silent I love you I love you I love you. 

“Oh my god Mike,” you sob, and he slides himself deeper, hitting everywhere he wants to reach. Everywhere to make you quiver beneath him.

“You d—don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he moans lowly. “How many times I’ve imagined you like— like this.”

He’s blabbering, every stray thought that passes through his head is already blossoming on his tongue and out into the air before he can even think twice. Admittedly, you’re too blissed out in your own mind to really respond, but it’s arousing all the same. 

“You’re so… so beautiful,” he’s flushed and he’s faltering, and you know he’s close before he even announces it. 

“Shit, baby, I can’t— can’t last much longer,” he stammers, his bruising pace beginning to shake. 

“Do it in me, Mike, please, please,” shit, are you trying to kill him? Your word is the only law he knows, and he’s wrapping his arms around your torso and diving his head in the elegant slope of your collarbone, biting down into the skin and spasming somewhere deep in your welcoming walls. 

He tries to keep himself quiet, but it’s really a futile effort. His hips jut sporadically as he empties himself inside you, and the sudden flood of subtle heat is all it takes for you to topple over as well. 

Bliss teeters back into reality after a seemingly ceaseless moment. He peels his head from its previous position to admire you, to stroke a stray lock of hair from your forehead and nervously greet it with a kiss.

He doesn’t let go of you. Not now, not ever, he thinks to himself. His arms snake around you tighter, and somehow it’s even more intimate after the fact. His bare chest collides with your back, his nose rests comfortably against the crown of your head. The pair of you follow each other into a dreamless sleep, safe in the sanctuary of a warm bed and an even warmer embrace. 

He’s found his new familiar. 

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[hirocimacruiser]

Article from when coloured wheels were just starting to become popular.

See It's sure to become popular from now on!

I definitely want this! A striking item

super illustrated book

Report photo: Tadashi Nagata Muramasa

model:Chinatsu No

Color wheel coming through!!!

The shape and performance of the wheels seem to have been settled upon, but the next step is to focus on the color. The new generation aluminum wheels are perfect with their "transparent anodized color" and "separate color schemes for the rim and disc"!

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CRIMSON RACING SPARCO NS-II

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CRIMSON RACING SPARCO N-1

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1: Blue, red, and puff anodized rims with silver, gold, gunmetal, white, yellow, and red discs, 18-way, white, and yellow solid colors Price: 38,000 to 49,000 yen (colored rims are 1,500 yen higher)

Question stock Crimson

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SUPER STAR CHEVRON RACING

The basic design is 6 spokes. Optional settings include 3 disc colors + body color painting, gold piercing bolts, colored center caps, and 4 colored rims + polish.

●Size: 16JJ x 15~10JJ x 18 Color: Silver, Polish, Chrome (2000 yen higher for the following colors), Gunmetal, Black, Cold Red, Blue, Green, Bronze Price: 53,000~103,000 yen

0729-79-0946

SPEED STAR

SSR GP-0 SPECIAL EDITION

The standard specification is silver spokes with blue/red color nuts. The special edition has black spokes with black, red, and yellow color rims.

●Size: 7JJ x 16~9.5JJ x 18 Color

Colors: Black, Black x Red, Black x Yellow Price: 60,000-94,000 yen

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SPEED STAR

SSR MK-IIS

Ceramite coloring provides coloring that is more resistant to UV rays than clear coating or colored anodized aluminum. You can freely combine six disc colors and three rim colors.

●Size: 6JJ x 15~7JJ x 15 Color: White, red, gunmetal, blue, silver, orange discs, bright, red, blue rims Price: 39,000~41,000 yen (colored rims are 2,000 yen higher)

20729-49-8187

MAZDA RX-7 OPTIONAL WHEEL

This wheel is one of the optional parts that pursues the "sports car-like" nature of the RX-7. The three-spoke design was born from the passion of the RX-7 development team.

Forged 1 piece

●Size: 8JJ x 16 Color: Red, Silver Price: 70,700 yen (including installation) All Infini dealers

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The Forgeline Heritage Series MLT3 wheel borrows strong styling references from the Minilite Trans Am wheels, of the late 1960s & early 1970s. But unlike its predecessor, the MLT3 is a modern 3-piece wheel that is manufactured from fully forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers using the latest engineering and manufacturing technology. With eight 3D-machined semi-rounded spokes for a retro look, the MLT3 harks back to the golden age of racing, while delivering modern technology and performance. Forgeline uses a very complex and resource-intensive machining process to 3D-machine each of the MLT3's semi-rounded spokes. It is available with a stepped lip standard outer in 18-inch, 19-inch, and 20-inch fitments and features a standard powder coated center finish with a polished outer rim. And since each wheel is custom built-to-order, the MLT3 is also available with custom offsets, center locking hubs, and virtually unlimited finish combinations. Learn more about the MLT3 (including sizes and pricing) at: https://www.forgeline.com/mlt3/p408

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Louis Howard - Opening

So mistakes have been made in my life lol. I jotted out that opening bit for the prologue before actually going back through the Midcin prologue and realizing how very very long it is and how much character introduction happens in it. Oh wellll… I do have one part of the prologue posted, it isn’t quite up to my standard I think but the goal here is to focus on getting work out & get better at editing faster.

What’s below is the interaction with the MC & Louis that happens in the Midcin prologue to set the tone for how their relationship will go. If at some point anyone is actually reading these and would be interested in the prologue I will actually finish it but I think the only part anyone would be interested in will be their favorite suitor anyway.

Lettie watched the moon from the water in the courtyard fountain, dipping her fingers into it and watching it ripple. Trying to remember the names and titles of all the people she had met that day, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the responsibilities at home left unfinished. Feeding the chickens, weeding the garden, Mdm. Dubois’ tincture for her cough took at least a week to soak and she probably only had a bit over two weeks left…

She looked up at the moon where it hung in the sky. Where the hell am I? She felt like she was in the wrong book. Thousands of stars glittered regally around the full moon, a blank white slate ruling the sky. Lettie looked down over her shoulder to the reflection in the pond and dipped her fingers into the moon again, wondering how many times it could distort and still remain the same.

“You again?”

Lettie turned at the voice in front of her. It was the rude blonde nobleman she had met at the selection ball, the one whose coat she dirtied when they ran into each other. Not the other rude blonde nobleman who kissed her hand and flirted with her like a courtesan when they met earlier today.

Uninterested in putting up with any more for the day, she looked back over her shoulder and continued disturbing the stars. “Me again.”

She turned abruptly again when he bent at the waist, examining her more closely.

“Your freckles are gone.” He said, taking in the powder she had been coated with down to her dress’ collar.

She scooted over a place on the fountain ledge, away from him. “Yes, your grace, I had heard they were not in your favor.”

Lettie didn’t necessarily mean to be sarcastic, but she didn’t necessarily care either. This man had already made it clear to her that he thought she was beneath him the last time they met. He stood at his full height, still observing her. His hand reached towards her, and she leaned away. Regardless he hooked his finger around a lock of fringe pinned back and gently tugged it so it framed her face.

“There. That’s better.” He said quietly.

Lettie had done the same to the piece hanging on the other side when her hair was done earlier. Unsure what to make of him, she thought twice about it. His touch was oddly considerate as he straightened it into place. She looked up at him and something shifted in his features. It was hard not to notice even when they first met that he was statuesquely beautiful. Delicate features, pretty lips, and round blue eyes that went sharp and intense all of a sudden.

“What is that?” He demanded, then roughly grabbed the pendant Giles had presented her from her neck.

The chain dug into Lettie’s skin and she startled, the nobleman pulling it up to his eyes for a better look.

His expression twisted, “Why are you wearing this? This is worn exclusively by princesses next in line to the throne.”

Lettie smacked his hand away and stood up from the fountain, “And the Chamberlain chose me for it,”

He took a step back when she pushed away. “I told you to leave the palace, what would possess you to remain?”

As she turned her head away and dusted off the back of her dress she still watched his hands from the corner of her eye, “And I suppose I should take instruction from you? Or did you think you would frighten me?”

“Frightened is exactly what you should be,” he said with sharp edged ice.

The nobleman was glaring at her, blue eyes just as cold. “You don’t have what it takes to be princess. You should leave before it’s too late.”

Lettie glared back, “Speak plainly, already. What is your,”

Her words gave out when he gripped her wrist and looked her dead in the eye, “The thought of the kingdom’s future resting on a commoner like you makes me sick.”

Lettie wrenched her hand away but he let her go the moment she pulled back. Then he left, turning on his heel and storming away.

“What in the world,” she muttered, the anxious pounding in her heart finally registering to her mind as she watched him leave.

“Lettie!” Nico’s voice called from the canopied walkway around the courtyard.

He hopped over the railing, hurrying to her. “I saw from the bedroom. Who was that?”

“I… don’t know,” Lettie realized.

This was the second time they had met and he was somehow even more horrible to her. On both occasions their only communication was to snipe at each other, neither had asked or offered their name. Nico put his arm around her shoulder and walked her back towards the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What was that about.”

“I’m alright, it’s fine… Just some bastard who will probably be a thorn in my side.” She sighed, then looked up at Nico.

“There is something I could use your help with though.”

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Cable Trays Manufacturers in India

Introduction

Cable trays are essential components in electrical and communication infrastructure, designed to support and organize cables in various settings. They provide a secure pathway for electrical wiring and data cables, ensuring they remain organized and protected. If you are searching for reliable Cable Trays Manufacturers in India, Santoshi Industries is your destination for high-quality products. Based in Bhilai, Chhattisgarh, we are recognized leaders in manufacturing and supplying perforated cable trays across the country. Our trays are expertly fabricated from M.S. sheets or pre-galvanized sheets, with perforations on top to ensure optimal ventilation and cable management.

Available in various widths and standard lengths, our cable trays provide versatile solutions for your needs. We source our raw materials from esteemed steel plants such as JSW, POSCO, TATA, and ESSAR steels, ensuring superior finishing and smoothness. Our pre-galvanized trays are ready for immediate use post-fabrication, while our M.S. trays receive treatments such as enamel paint, powder coating, or hot dip galvanizing. Trust Santoshi Industries for durable and reliable cable trays that prioritize safety and performance, making us a leading name among Cable Trays Manufacturers in India.

Durable and Reliable Cable Trays for All Applications from Leading Cable Trays Manufacturers in India

At Santoshi Industries, a leading name among Cable Trays Manufacturers in India, we understand the critical role that durable and reliable cable trays play in various applications. Based in Bhilai, Chhattisgarh, our commitment is to deliver cable trays that not only meet but exceed industry standards for strength and reliability.

Our cable trays are designed to withstand the toughest conditions and are ideal for a range of applications, including:

Industrial Factories

Warehouses & Manufacturing Plants

Office Buildings

Shopping Malls & Hotels

Data Centers

Electrical Installations

Utility Plants

Our cable trays are made from high-quality materials, including mild steel and pre-galvanized sheets, ensuring long-lasting durability. They feature perforated designs for ventilation and ease of cable tying, with options for finishing such as hot dip galvanizing, painting, and powder coating. Choose Santoshi Industries for your cable tray needs and benefit from our extensive expertise and dedication to quality. As one of the top choices among Cable Trays Manufacturers in India, we are committed to providing solutions that meet the diverse requirements of our clients across various industries.

Contact Us for Your Cable Trays Manufacturers in India Today

Looking for top-notch cable trays? Santoshi Industries, a prominent name among Cable Trays Manufacturers in India, is ready to assist with your requirements. From our base in Bhilai, Chhattisgarh, we offer a comprehensive range of high-quality cable trays across the country, including custom solutions tailored to your needs.

For inquiries or orders, reach out to us:Phone:+91-8109006000, 0788–4033833Email:info@santoshiindustreis.in and si_bhilai@rediffmail.comAddress: 134/A, Light Industrial Area, Bhilai Nagar, Chhattisgarh 490026

Connect with us today for reliable cable trays and exceptional service!

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Discover unparalleled comfort and efficiency with the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage at Iconic Office Furniture.

Crafted for both style and functionality, this executive desk redefines your workspace, elevating productivity and sophistication.

Indulge in the convenience of purchasing the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage online. Available in elegant finishes like Premium White, Grey Bardolino Oak, Light Grey Chicago Concrete, Pacific Walnut, and Natural Dijon, this desk harmonizes with various office aesthetics effortlessly. Featuring a spacious L-shaped table top, integrated storage solutions, a modesty panel, and sturdy powder-coated metal legs, the Cooper Desk embodies timeless design and practicality. It's a statement piece that seamlessly combines elegance and utility for modern professionals.

Tailor your desk to fit your needs with optional add-ons such as a Cable Management System, Electrical Components, CPU Holder, Keyboard Tray, and Table top Divider. Personalize your workspace for enhanced efficiency.

Experience swift delivery within 3 to 7 working days for our standard Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage. For a bespoke experience, connect with us for tailored furniture options or schedule a consultation with our expert team today! Transform your office environment with the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage. Experience unmatched comfort, style, and enduring quality in your workspace.

Iconic Office Furniture - Where Functionality Meets Elegance. Purchase the Cooper L-Shape Executive Desk with Storage now to elevate your work environment.

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Frame Table, designed by Gerdesmeyer Krohn in Cologne, Germany, showcases modern minimalism with a twist. Featuring a standard finish and full customizability, it allows owners to tailor it to their preferences while retaining its distinct look. Constructed from durable powder-coated steel, its frames are paired with Fenix Compact table tops in harmonizing shades, ensuring both style and longevity.

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Premium Aluminium Stair Balustrade Solutions – Brisbane Fencing Supplies

At Brisbane Fencing Supplies, we specialize in high-quality aluminium stair balustrade systems that combine modern aesthetics with exceptional durability. Our customisable balustrades are engineered from corrosion-resistant aluminium, ensuring a low-maintenance finish that withstands Brisbane’s coastal conditions. Choose from sleek powder-coated finishes and a variety of styles to complement both residential and commercial interiors. Each installation meets strict Australian safety standards, offering reliable support and peace of mind. With expert guidance on design, material selection, and professional installation, we deliver a seamless experience from concept to completion. Enhance your staircases with Brisbane Fencing Supplies’ aluminium balustrade solutions—contact us today for a tailored quote and expert advice and exceptional service guarantee every time.

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The Charm of the Past, the Comfort of Today: Antique Pedestal Fans by The Fan Studio

In a world increasingly dominated by minimalism and modernity, there's something uniquely captivating about vintage elegance. From architectural details to interior décor, the timeless appeal of antique design has made a notable comeback. Leading the way in this nostalgic renaissance is The Fan Studio, a brand known for its commitment to artistry, heritage, and engineering excellence. Their collection of Antique Pedestal Fans stands as a perfect example of how the past can be reimagined for the present—bringing classic charm into modern living spaces.

A Tribute to Timeless Design

Antique pedestal fans from The Fan Studio are more than just appliances; they are functional works of art. Drawing inspiration from early 20th-century designs, these fans blend the vintage appeal of bygone eras with the comfort and efficiency demanded by today’s consumers. Each piece is handcrafted with meticulous attention to detail, capturing the essence of a time when every object was made with pride, purpose, and beauty.

These fans feature classic cast-iron or brass stands, hand-polished finishes, and traditionally styled blades that bring a refined touch to any interior—whether it’s a colonial bungalow, a heritage-inspired café, or an eclectic contemporary home. With ornate base detailing, rich metallic tones, and graceful movement, they serve as statement pieces that elevate the ambience of a room instantly.

Handcrafted Heritage

At the heart of The Fan Studio’s philosophy is the belief in craftsmanship. Unlike mass-produced fans, each antique pedestal fan is handcrafted by skilled artisans who understand the nuances of vintage design and construction. The materials used—ranging from solid brass and copper to wood and powder-coated steel—are selected not only for their visual appeal but for their durability and longevity.

The fan heads are designed with vintage-style grilles and elegant oscillation mechanisms, creating a nostalgic aesthetic while offering full functionality. The adjustable pedestal height and tilting heads provide convenience without compromising the antique feel, and the overall build ensures that these fans are not just decorative items but reliable, high-performance cooling solutions.

A Blend of Vintage and Modern Technology

While the exterior reflects a love for old-world design, the internal components of The Fan Studio’s antique pedestal fans are powered by modern technology. These fans are equipped with energy-efficient motors that deliver powerful airflow while remaining whisper-quiet—a nod to contemporary expectations of comfort.

Advanced motor designs allow for smoother oscillation and multiple speed settings, giving users control over airflow intensity. Safety features are discreetly built into the fans to meet current standards, ensuring the product’s form meets its function with no compromises. This careful integration of new and old is what makes these fans truly special—a seamless marriage of history and innovation.

Customization: A Signature Offering

What makes The Fan Studio stand out in the luxury fan segment is their dedication to personalization. Each antique pedestal fan can be customized to suit your specific aesthetic preferences. Whether you’re looking for a polished brass finish, antique bronze, matte black, or a unique combination of materials and textures, The Fan Studio works with clients to create pieces that perfectly complement their space.

You can also select blade shapes, grille styles, and even request engraving or monogramming for a bespoke touch. For interior designers and architects, this level of customization offers incredible flexibility, allowing them to incorporate these fans into a wide variety of design narratives—be it vintage glam, colonial classic, or steampunk chic.

More Than Cooling: Aesthetic Statement and Conversation Starter

In an age where design is as important as utility, these fans serve as powerful symbols of taste and sophistication. A well-placed antique pedestal fan can transform the tone of a room, acting as a centerpiece that draws the eye and invites admiration. Visitors often see these fans not just as equipment, but as curated collectibles that reflect an appreciation for design history and artisanal value.

They are especially popular in boutique hotels, vintage-themed restaurants, curated retail spaces, and luxury residences where every detail matters. The Fan Studio’s antique pedestal fans don’t just circulate air—they circulate stories, memories, and moments of awe.

Sustainable and Timeless

In line with modern sustainability values, these fans are built to last for generations. The use of high-quality materials, combined with repairable construction and timeless aesthetics, means they age gracefully rather than become obsolete. In a world of disposable gadgets, this durability is a refreshing reminder that good design never goes out of style.

By choosing an antique pedestal fan from The Fan Studio, customers are investing not only in comfort and beauty but in a more sustainable way of living—one where functionality, longevity, and style coexist harmoniously.

Conclusion: Celebrating Legacy, Craft, and Comfort

The Fan Studio’s Antique Pedestal Fans are not just cooling devices—they are heirloom-quality artifacts that celebrate the spirit of a more deliberate, elegant era. With handcrafted quality, customizable beauty, and reliable performance, they stand at the intersection of art and engineering.

For those seeking to add a touch of vintage luxury to their interiors without compromising on modern functionality, these fans offer the perfect solution. They remind us that even in the fast-paced digital world, there’s unmatched value in taking things slow—crafting with care, designing with depth, and living with a sense of timeless charm.

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Simta Astrix Steel Doors Manufacturers: Setting the Benchmark in Security and Durability

Steel doors manufacturers play an important part in providing solutions that meet both the security and durability as well as fire resistance for consumers both in residential and commercial settings. At Simta Astrix, we are proud of our place among the leading names in the industry and attribute that to the use of high quality materials and innovative manufacturing processes. For steel door manufacture, we utilize high quality premium materials such as high grade galvanized steel for corrosion and weather resistance, through our powder-coated or painted finishes.

Compared to doors made out of wood or plastic, steel doors made by a reputable manufacturer like Simta Astrix can withstand aggressive extremes. We have a design around strength, fire-rated resistance, and under extreme temperature structural integrity, which is more important considering the growth in crime towards property over the past few years. Home owners and developers are looking at steel doors as a long term investment, for security and peace of mind.

Being recognized as top steel doors manufacturers means that we make sure every door is built beyond high industry standards, whether they're in homes, corporate offices, or in industrial setups.

Stainless Steel Doors for Home can be attractive, secure and durable

Today’s homeowners are looking for more than just looks. They want secure, durable and energy efficient doors that’s stylish. Steel doors for home provide all these things. Simta Astrix has a wide selection of stylish and secure steel doors for home across various cities in India like Delhi, Hyderabad, Kolkata, Bangalore and more.

Our steel doors for home are constructed with a hollow core for rigidity and offered optionally with a fill of materials such as honeycomb, insulation form, rock wool or ceramic wool. These types of fillers provide more strength to the door along with additional thermal and sound insulation having homes withstand various climates.

To further emphasize, the sleek and modern look of steel make it great for contemporary design. Secondly, they’re perfect for a modern home when looking for straight lines and a minimalist or simplified impression, industrial style or, modern or contemporary door designs and applications. And of course the colour and designs are limitless and therefore the doors can be customized to match or blend with any style or home decor.

Steel doors for manufacturers are the best solution for residential property owners

Stainless Steel Doors Manufacturers enhances performance through advanced technology

As leading stainless steel doors manufacturers, Simta Astrix combines innovation, performance and safety all within one manufacturer. Our stainless steel doors for homes are engineered to have massive longevity and minimal to no maintenance.  Our stainless steel surpasses rust, corrosion, and fire-related damage better than almost any other material available on the market.

Premium Stainless Steel Doors manufacturers – Simta Astrix

Stainless steel doors are amazing in any environment that requires durability and sanitary regulation, labs, hospitals, factories, and even in high-end homes.  Stainless steel doors manufacturers are structurally stable and does not warp, bend, or decay like wood or other materials. Stainless steel doors will pay for themselves over time.

The advanced manufacturing processes we use are important; we employ precision welding, uniform finish catches and thick locking systems for security.  Whether for new construction or retrofit we at Simta Astrix worked to build strong reputable relationships to become the best stainless steel doors manufacturers in the industry. Your choice of door is more than an aesthetic one—it represents a decision for safety, durability, and satisfaction. Whether you are looking for reputable manufacturers, high-quality steel doors for residential use, or reputable stainless steel doors manufacturers, Simta Astrix provides the quality and performance you will not find elsewhere. You can rest assured that your space is in competent hands with our advanced technologies, industry knowledge, and

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The Ultimate Guide To Choosing A Retractable Flyscreen In Australia

Australia’s warm climate and love for outdoor living make fresh air and natural ventilation essential parts of everyday life. However, the country’s abundance of insects—from buzzing flies to persistent mozzies—can turn an open door into a pest invasion. That’s where a retractable flyscreen in Australia proves its value. Designed for modern homes, these innovative screens allow airflow without compromising on comfort, aesthetics, or convenience. In this guide, we explore the features, benefits, and considerations for installing retractable flyscreens across Australian homes.

Understanding Retractable Flyscreens

What Sets Them Apart

Unlike traditional fixed mesh, a retractable flyscreen operates on a discreet track or cassette system, allowing it to be extended when needed and concealed when not. Whether manually operated or spring-loaded, these screens offer a seamless solution for doors and windows of all shapes and sizes.

A Fit for Every Region in Australia

Whether you’re in coastal Queensland, urban Sydney, or the rural outskirts of Victoria, insects are a constant challenge. Installing a retractable flyscreen in Australia ensures you can keep your home open to nature without letting the pests in—perfect for the varied climates across the country.

Benefits of Retractable Flyscreens

Superior Ventilation Without Compromise

Retractable screens encourage natural airflow, reducing your reliance on artificial cooling. This improves indoor air quality and cuts down energy costs. Plus, since they can be rolled away when not in use, they never block light or views.

Stylish and Space-Saving

Modern flyscreens are designed to be nearly invisible when retracted, maintaining clean architectural lines. Unlike fixed screens that can look dated or bulky, retractable options are subtle and contemporary, making them ideal for open-plan and design-conscious homes.

Types of Screens Available Across Australia

Sliding and Pull-Across Screens

These are most popular for large doorways such as bi-folds, stackers, and patio doors. The mesh glides horisontally along a track, offering a wide span with minimal effort. They’re ideal for entertaining areas and backyards that open to the outdoors.

Roll-Down Screens for Windows

Designed for vertical use, these roll down from the top and neatly retract into a cassette when not needed. They’re perfect for windows in kitchens, bedrooms, and bathrooms—especially where maintaining an external view is important.

What to Look for When Choosing a Retractable Flyscreen

Mesh Options and Protection Levels

Mesh quality matters especially in Australia, where durability and visibility are key. Standard fibreglass is budget-friendly, but options like pet-resistant mesh or solar mesh are available for added strength and UV protection. In bushfire-prone areas, bushfire-compliant mesh is essential.

Frame Materials and Colour Matching

Aluminium frames are commonly used for their strength and rust resistance. Ensure your flyscreen frame is powder-coated to withstand Australia’s harsh climate. Many suppliers allow custom colour matching, so your screen blends into the door or window frame for a polished finish.

Installation and Aftercare

Professional Installation Across Australia

While DIY kits exist, professional installers ensure precision measurements, expert fitting, and smooth operation. Whether you’re in a city apartment or a suburban home, professionals who install retractable flyscreens in Australia often offer tailored solutions based on location and layout.

Maintenance for Long-Term Use

Routine care involves brushing dust from tracks, checking for debris, and wiping down the mesh with a soft cloth. Avoid using harsh chemicals, and ensure the retraction mechanism operates smoothly. With proper care, a high-quality retractable flyscreen can last many years.

Conclusion

In a country where outdoor living is a way of life, a retractable flyscreen in Australia is more than a luxury—it’s a necessity. Offering the perfect blend of functionality, style, and flexibility, these screens allow Australians to enjoy the breese without the bugs. Whether you're upgrading a modern city home or retrofitting a regional property, retractable flyscreens enhance both comfort and practicality, making them a worthwhile investment for any household.

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Premium Aluminium Windows Suppliers in India

In the ever-evolving world of home design and architecture, windows have become more than just openings — they’re a defining element of style, performance, and comfort. And when it comes to selecting the right windows, premium aluminium windows suppliers in India are setting new standards for quality, aesthetics, and engineering.

At GREFET, we take pride in being part of this transformation. With our Belgian-engineered systems tailored for Indian needs, we represent a new generation of aluminium window solutions — sleek, efficient, and built to last.

Why Aluminium? Why Now?

Aluminium has emerged as the material of choice for modern windows and doors due to its slim profile, durability, and design flexibility. But the real difference lies in how it's engineered, finished, and installed — and that's where premium aluminium windows suppliers in India come in.

1. European Engineering Meets Indian Expertise

What separates premium from standard? Precision. At GREFET, our systems are engineered in Belgium, a country known for its cutting-edge architectural systems. Every profile is designed for maximum thermal efficiency, slimness, and structural integrity — qualities that premium homeowners and architects demand.

That’s why when people search for premium aluminium windows suppliers in India, they look for international-grade technology adapted for Indian environments.

2. Thermal Break Technology for Energy Efficiency

Not all aluminium windows are built the same. Premium systems include thermal break technology, which reduces heat transfer between the outdoors and indoors. This results in more stable indoor temperatures and lower energy consumption — a growing concern in both residential and commercial spaces.

This focus on performance is what distinguishes premium aluminium windows suppliers in India from mass-market alternatives.

3. Aesthetic Versatility & Customization

Whether it’s a luxury villa, modern apartment, or large group housing project, aesthetics matter. Premium suppliers offer slim frames, a wide range of finishes, and customizable configurations that elevate the design of any space.

GREFET systems, for example, are available in multiple styles — sliding, casement, tilt-turn — and a range of colour finishes, including wood textures and matte tones.

This design freedom is a major reason why architects prefer working with premium aluminium windows suppliers in India.

4. Long-Term Durability & Low Maintenance

Aluminium is naturally resistant to corrosion, pests, and warping. But premium systems go a step further — they are powder-coated, weather-tested, and fitted with European-grade hardware for flawless long-term performance.

This makes them ideal for India’s extreme climates — from coastal humidity to dry heat — and one more reason why customers are turning to premium aluminium windows suppliers in India for their projects.

5. Built for Builders Too

It’s not just individual homeowners who benefit. Builders and developers working on high-rise, commercial, and group housing projects are increasingly partnering with premium aluminium windows suppliers in India to deliver scalable, cost-efficient, and elegant fenestration solutions that don’t compromise on quality.

Conclusion

The rise of aluminium windows is not just a design trend — it’s a move toward smarter, more sustainable living. But the real value lies in choosing the right partner.

At GREFET, we combine Belgian precision, European hardware, and Indian practicality to offer window systems that redefine what premium really means.

If you're searching for premium aluminium windows suppliers in India, look no further.

GREFET: Engineered in Belgium. Built for India.

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The Forgeline FB3C is a throwback to the original 20-slot wheel found on the third-generation Pontiac Firebird Formula. But unlike the original, the FB3C is a modern 3-piece wheel that is manufactured from fully forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers using the latest engineering and manufacturing technology. With its unique concave 20-slot design (5 sets of 4 slots), integrated lug holes, and creative machining details, the FB3C evokes a 1980s muscle car flavor while delivering modern technology and performance. The FB3C is built with true forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers, aircraft-quality ARP stainless steel hidden fasteners, and heat-treated rim sections. The FB3C is available with a flat-lip reverse outer in 18-inch, 19-inch, 20-inch, and 22-inch fitments or with a stepped-lip outer in 19-inch, 20-inch, and 21-inch fitments. It features a standard powder coated center finish with a polished outer rim, but since each wheel is custom built-to-order, Forgeline also offers special features like custom offsets and a virtually unlimited choice of finish combinations. Learn more about the FB3C (including sizes and pricing) at: https://www.forgeline.com/fb3c/p414

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Optimize Your Network Setup with UnitekFiber's 1U 19-Inch Sliding Fiber Optic Patch Panel!

Struggling with complex fiber optic cable management? Our 1U 19-inch rack mount sliding fiber optic patch panel is the game-changer you need.

Built with a sturdy metal steel frame and a durable powder coat finish, it can withstand years of use. Its 19-inch standard size makes installation a breeze, fitting seamlessly into your existing racks. With options for 12C, 24C, 48C, and more, it's highly adaptable to different network needs.

The fiber panel comes pre-loaded with splice trays, enabling up to 48 fiber splices with 24-core trays. It's compatible with FC, SC, ST, and LC adapters and pigtails, giving you the flexibility to customize connections. And if you need to match your branding, you can even add a custom logo!

Whether you're in telecommunications, FTTH, LAN/WAN, or CATV, this patch panel simplifies cable management. Contact us now to enhance your network efficiency!

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Grill Price in Kolkata: What You Need to Know

When it comes to securing and enhancing your home or office in Kolkata, investing in good quality grills is essential. Whether it’s for windows, balconies, or doors, grills provide safety without compromising on aesthetics. If you’re wondering about the grill price in Kolkata, it varies depending on several factors including material, design, size, and the manufacturer.

Factors Affecting Grill Price in Kolkata

Material: Common materials include mild steel (MS), stainless steel, and wrought iron. Mild steel grills tend to be more affordable, while stainless steel grills cost more but offer better durability and corrosion resistance.

Design and Finish: Simple designs with standard finishes like black paint are cheaper. Decorative or customized grills with intricate patterns and powder coating will increase the price.

Size and Quantity: Larger grills or bulk orders can affect the overall cost. Many installers charge per square foot, so bigger windows or balcony grills naturally cost more.

Installation Charges: Some sellers include installation in their quote, while others charge extra depending on the complexity of the job.

Typical Grill Price Range in Kolkata

Basic mild steel grills usually range between ₹200 to ₹400 per square foot.

Stainless steel or decorative grills can go from ₹700 up to ₹1500 per square foot or more, depending on customization.

Reliable Source: HMB Group

If you’re looking for quality and fair pricing, HMB Group is a reputable name among grill suppliers in Kolkata. They offer a variety of grills tailored to your needs, maintaining a good balance between cost and quality.

In Conclusion: The grill price in Kolkata depends largely on your choice of material and design preferences. For the best results, request detailed quotations from multiple vendors, including trusted ones like HMB Group, to find grills that fit your budget and security needs.