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ATS Picturesque Reprieves is a residential project that provides residences with a picturesque location, prime developments, and a creative lifestyle. The residential project creates an ideal representation of developments with all amenities within the project area.

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ATS Rhapsody - Noida Expressway

ATS Rhapsody - Noida Expressway

ATS Picturesque Reprieves is a lavish residential project located in Sector ATS Picturesque Reprieves Noida is a luxurious residential development found in Sector 152, Noida, that combines contemporary architecture with natural beauty. This amazing project extends over an area of 30 acres and provides aesthetically designed 3 and 4BHK apartments to suit elegant living.

ATS Rhapsody Noida Expressway features first-class facilities that cater to all needs at different levels. It has got a clubhouse with an excellent design for relaxation; fully furnished fitness center as well as swimming pools and other sports amenities such as courts for tennis, basketball or even badminton within the complex. Furthermore, it is endowed with jogging tracks, landscaped gardens and children’s play areas.

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ATS Picturesque Reprieves Luxury Home with Lots Facilities

Opportunities do not come always come easily but when it comes you should grab it from both hands. This is an old Indian proverb which stands true today. As people are facing issues in paying rent and EMI for their house loans, the consequence of budget outbreak is an indication that owning an apartment is way better than dealing with uncertainties. People are also realizing the importance of real estate assets as a more reliable investment option due to steady and good returns compared to high risk market investment. Hence, if you are planning to buy flat in Noida Expressway or any city of the country, then you are making the right decision at the right time. ATS Picturesque Reprieves Location / ATS Pious Hideaways Location / ATS Kingston Heath Location / ATS Le Grandiose Phase 2 Location

The recent announcement made by Reserve Bank of India to slash the repo rate by 0.75 basis points will make home loans cheaper. This move India’s central bank will give home buyers an opportunity that should not be missed. The rate cut has brought interest rates by public and private sector bank to their lowest in over the last few years. Hence, it is good news for those contemplating to buy their dream home for a long time. If you are among them, then wait no further and grab the opportunity in front of you. If you are eyeing to buy home in Noida Expressway, then this is the perfect time to step into your own home.

Home loans at the current rate allow for some savings while crating an asset for buyers or investors. Further, the borrower can use the savings due to lower interest rate and less EMI to get a top up loan, also available at lower interest rate. These additional money can used for other works related to homes such as modular kitchen, interior work, etc. Also, a lower interest rate allows a buyer to opt for higher amount of loan. This becomes helpful in case one wants to purchase a big house luxury flats in Noida Expressway.

Hence, for those who are looking to buy home or invest in real estate, this could be a right time to do that. Buying apartments or homes is the most expensive financial decision that a person makes in his/her lifetime. Keeping all the costs in mind, the affordable housing segment has become a preferred choice for buyers. An opportunity in the form of low interest rate is available now. Hence, go ahead and make the best use of it and fulfill your dream of owning a home.

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ATS Picturesque Reprieves | Apartments In Sector 152 Noida

ATS Picturesque Reprieves is a luxury residential project located in Sector 152, Noida. It is a RERA-registered project by ATS Group. ATS Picturesque Reprieves Noida offers 3BHK and 4BHK apartments in various sizes and configurations. This project is close to schools, hospitals, and shopping malls.

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it means something

joel miller x f!reader | masterlist

summary: compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show; they make you glow, and feel like something worth choosing.

to @joelsflannel, i took aspects of all your prompts. i tried to make it fluffy, her a little romantic, i tried to give you a quote that i hope you adore, with a man i know you already love. and i sprinkled in a hard day for you, but with some stress-easing fun to unwind with. merry christmas <;3

wordcount: 3.2k warnings: softer!joel, soft sex (p in v), talks of love, jackson era joel, mentions of ellie, joel in a towel (like damn). written for @pedrostories secret santa event.

You’re tired, drained.

Somehow, you find yourself able to drag your feet from the livelier part of Jackson to the quieter, almost more peaceful part. The soles of your boots draw lines behind you, all of which will likely be covered by the newly settling snow within the hour.

It's picturesque, this place. The kind of location you expect would have once been on postcards that people would be sent to loved ones saying 'wish you were here'.

You don't have to wish.

If your eyes weren’t like pinholes, you’d take a second to admire it.

Stamp your boots in one spot, and enjoy the crunch of it under your feet. A thing you’d do on any other day, if not for the fact, that you were so ready to be in the warmth, to be with him—to curl into him and breathe in his scent.

The kind of scent which buries itself into your nose, to your soul. It wraps its fingers around you and digs its clutches into you. Not that you complain. You'd bathe in it if you could, happily letting him smear it over your skin whenever the two of you have the chance.

It’s why you continue to move. It's why you force one leg in front of the other, muscles begging for reprieve.

By the time you’re up the steps, fingers wrapping around the handle of the front door, you realise how badly you wish to shed your layers. Desiring nothing more than to slide out of your coat, unwrap your scarf, remove the hat, gloves and second pair of socks.

Twisting the handle, the door doesn't fight letting you inside. Instead, it welcomes you. Allowing you to move quickly inside, more than anyone would expect from someone so fatigued—removing the layers, hanging each in turn on the rack beside his.

A sight which tugs at something inside you. It loops its fingers around that feeling within, gently pulling—it is all warm, unexplainable; all hard to describe, but the closest word is lovely, nice—welcomed.

That feeling had been born before the end of days, but it had been nothing but an ember then. Now, it was a roaring fire, all lit by him.

You're sure he knows. Not that either of you talk about it. It added to the long list of things you never speak, not for his sake, but for yours.

Even when you first began your… thing with him, you’d found it as difficult as him to know what to call it. Especially, when it had all happened so randomly, with no explanation or sight that it would occur. It just did.

Smiling, you allow yourself a moment to think back to it. How warm it was. How the setting sun smudged an array of shades across the sky, how you'd been bitter about something, mumbling under your breath until a noise cut through your dismay. His laughter. All gruff and born from his throat. It had expelled into the space between the two of you, cut through your bad mood.

Because it had been louder than you’d ever heard it as the two of you walked back, as you did on so many other nights. But that night had felt so different—and it was.

One moment you were staring, and the next his lips found yours, all chapped, but soft. His fingers around your cheek, whispering your name so gently. Stroking your skin, all worn, a bit rough.

Now, the two of you are a habit. A routine.

Nothing has ever been discussed, nothing ever exchanged. Just some nights you ate dinner with him—knee pressed against his. Sometimes your things sat along his in his home, bobby pins and whatever book you were reading.

Some days Ellie let herself into your house, had made a bedroom out of one of your spares, and sometimes she asked if you wanted to come round to theirs.

The only constant thing is that at least once every week, your limbs found themselves tangled with his. His mouth latched itself onto your neck, hand grasping at your breast, fingers pinching the peak of your nipple as he gruffly told you how hard you’d gotten him.

You liked it. Craved it.

Enjoyed the way you took him apart as he focused on making you a mess.

You liked seeing his salt and pepper curls cling to his forehead, liked running your nails through the hair on the back of his neck—back arched into him, feeling fuller than you’d ever imagined you could. Hearing his gruff voice in your ear, saying words he'd never say if he wasn't buried to the hilt inside of you.

But then, you only call him Joel when he's between your thighs too.

"Miller?"

His name rings around the first floor of the house.

Checking the package in your pocket, you sigh as the day drips from your tight muscles. Hand moving to rub the back of your neck, staring at Ellie's half-open comic and the pencils you'd lent her over the table.

You knew she wouldn't reply, not when tonight was movie night. A Christmas one, she'd told you. She had already let it slip she was going, told you as she kept watch on the door so you could continue your surprise for him.

Her request for you to join her faded when you looked up at her, likely seeing the same look which now greets you in the dust-covered mirror.

Kicking off your boots, and removing one layer of socks, you sigh at the way your feet can all of a sudden breathe—even inside his thick socks. Wiggling your toes, you smile as you begin to curl and unfurl them, before your hand finds the bannister, dragging yourself up the stairs until you reach his room.

His empty room.

Heart falling, you consider calling out again. Using his first name this time—letting each of the four letters carry around the house.

But, his bed looks comfortable. It calling to you. Somehow finding yourself lying on it, your face pressed into his sheets, your bones and muscles sighing in relief that you're in a bed.

Eyes wishing to flutter shut, body unwinding against the mattress, the sheets. It’s on the third heavy exhale, do you realise you hear water. It falls in pitters and patters, distantly, likely from the bathroom across the hall.

That’s when a smile curls across your face because you’ve always found comfort in the sound of running water.

Whether it’s rivers or rain, and showers or leaks. It reminds you of calmness, of things fading from reach—washing away, starting anew. Memories of times trying to colour themselves in your mind, fading before they do as sleep tries to coax you away.

The only thing which displaces the grip sleep has on you, is the comforting sight that comes to a stop at the foot of the bed.

Steam swirling around him, all broad shoulders and still damp skin—the hair on his chest, arms, and stomach, clinging in half-swirled curls and straight lines, the towel clutched at his hip.

The first time you saw Joel Miller naked, you’d almost lost the function to speak. All man—all soft and muscle simultaneously. Something constructed from fantasies, made in real life, carved and moulded by hands you think never thought he’d be real. You were close to not being able to speak all over again now.

Eyes tracing, outlining and shading—squirrelling away a sketch of him you’ll think about when the other side of the bed is cold and not filled with him.

“Didn’t hear you come in.”

You hum, lifting up onto your elbows, admiring him, finding him doing the same—even if you suspect you’re not half as good-looking right now as he is.

Least of all when he takes your ankle in hand, moving you sideways with him as steps between your legs now hanging off the bed, the fabric of his towel brushing over your jeans, his palms coming down on the mattress on either side of your neck, staring at you with a look of concern.

“Y’not been sleepin’?”

“Just been busy,” you reply, arms looping around his neck. “Not lots of time to rest.”

You suppose at some point between summer and winter, things became soft—less about need and company, and something along the lines of real.

In another world, one not ridden with fungi and death, you suppose it would have been labelled, added something which tied the two of you together—something meaning more to others than it likely would do to you.

Smiling, you force your eyes to open properly. Watching that look of hunger slowly bleed out over the concern, vanishing entirely when you smirk. If the two of you were different, you suspect you'd tell him you miss him. Tell him you've thought about him.

Instead, you whisper, “Want you, Joel.”

Even more so when you trace the words over his mouth. Aware of his hands on your jeans, and how he's popped open the button, how he's dragging down the zipper. The fabric freely slides from your skin as your hands slide down, dropping to the towel at his waist—thumb digging over it, all ready to pull, unravel it. “Need you.”

His eyes narrow swallowed in darkness. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you roll your lips, dragging your fingers to the tuck, undoing it, not taking your eyes off him. Seeing something in his eyes that is more than just reciprocation of the words spoken, but the ones left unsaid.

“You want me?”

However, you’ll have me.

You’re not sure you speak it, but you're sure he hears it all the same.

For how aloof people think he is, he’s a man who listens—not just to the crunch of branches and the rustle of trees, but to the things people don’t say. He hears their secrets and pulls away their lies. Skills he told you one night he levelled up in when the world tried to keep taking more than it had already.

You suppose it’s how he knows you, your body, what you want and what you crave.

More so as he tangles his tongue with yours, all heady—gripping him firm, tightly as his fingers snake between the two of you. Desperation thrumming through your fingers as you push them into his skin, into his muscles—feeling the coil tighten as he moves his fingers with nothing short of precision. Knowing you, having mapped you out, learnt your cues—it’s why you don’t fight it, the incoming wave ready to drench your taut muscles, let him undo you, unravel you out so you’re nothing but spread out for him.

He likes it like that, you can tell. Likes how you surrender to him, how you lay out for him, letting him move you how he needs you.

It used to be rough, desperate—pure carnal. But, it’s been replaced by something else, something not soft or romantic, but you’re sure it’s a distant relative.

Once you’d gotten a bruise on your hip that pulsed, shifted in shades from being nudged against your kitchen table. Now when he leaves them, he traces them with his thumb, hoping to suck out the sting. Because now you’re treated to comfort—too recently washed bedding and his fingers inside your cunt as your body bends into him, practically curls, sings, hums.

“Always so fuckin’ tight for me.”

Compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show. Each lick of his gaze makes you glow, and feel like something worth choosing, having been picked, plucked—and placed on some mantle you don’t even mind being perched on.

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, breathing a struggle, practically gasping, you mumble his name—murmur it, almost a whine. “Fuck me now, Joel. Want you inside of me.”

Then, you’re overwhelmed.

Bathed in both the scent of fresh soap, dewy skin and absolute fullness. Your legs wrapping, crossing at the ankles as he slides into the hilt—pausing, just as he always does, fingers brushing over your jaw until he’s tilting your chin.

That same look—the one you first witnessed after the kiss under the dusk.

It doesn’t vanish until you show him, either in a whisper of the magic words or a movement he can read as a spell. Your hips rolling, rocking—please, please.

Your hands take in the feel of him breathing, the way his chest expands, fills with the knowledge, the realisation, nails digging, almost all in order. One he answers, delivers, fucking stamps.

Joel makes your toes curl, makes white noise appear in your ears, and makes you forget every important thing you’ve ever filed away. All hot, scorching against your skin as you grasp him closer, hoping you’ll be smothered in burns—hoping the same when you swallow his grunts, his hisses off your name. His hips pistoning, aiming to send you over the edge before him, hands—riddled with the evidence of his survival and his new hobby keep you rooted, don’t allow you to wander off into bliss without him.

“Too good f’me, sweetheart.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, right against your pulse, before he licks against what beats under your skin.

You snort amidst your whine, clutching all the strings which keep you whole as you close your eyes—banish him from looking into your soul. He’s seen all there is there, let him in before, provided flashes, evidence of your shattered soul and broken mentality. It comes to the surface easier here, when your walls suck him in, and your body calls for him in a chorus of pleading and begging.

Because you’re close—not needing too much from him tonight, the sight of him is enough. The knowledge of his existence, knowing he’s yours without confirmation.

“There, right there,” you moan, heels digging into the base of his back, feeling the jostle of him, the way he rears and fucks.

He smirks, shifting, just enough to make the head of his cock hit the spot which makes your thighs shake, tremble, fucking quake. His mouth still split open, words there on his tongue, all ready to drape over your skin—

But, you just feel it’s incoming arrival. All white-hot, blinding—too much pressure, yet needing just a little bit more. Your body is not yours, mind empty, gone, faded. You want to sink your teeth into him, bite down, cut into him and leave a mark like the ones he leaves inside you each time the two of you do this.

Because it means something. This. The two of you in this little house in fucking Jackson. Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?

“Yea’,” he grunts, palm on your face, tilting you up roughly, forcing your eyes to open.

And you swear he smiles when they flash open. You swear it.

“Means somethin’, sweetheart. This—fuck—us.”

The words grind into you. As though he's the pestle and your mortar. Your breath is lost, unable to be grasped, your body hanging, pleasure a bigger force—swallowing the room, casting you in shadows and misting over you—until you cry out. Squeezing, fluttering.

Not able to see anything but his face, the look on his face—the twisted expression of his lips and the deepness of his eyes. More black, than brown—but they’re somehow still soft, still full of something you hope is pleasant and full of emotions.

It only vanishes briefly when he spills inside of you.

When he collapses on top of you—his heart hammering against your ribs. And, even if it isn’t the first time, you feel yourself still—pause, no rash movements, because this is nice, this is something you want without asking for it.

“Can’t believe I can hear y’brain already.”

Snorting, you roll your eyes, glancing over—finding his lips have slid into his cheek.

It gnaws at you, the reason for your lack of sleep. The thing which you've traded hours of rest for. That dormant part pushed to the edge by exhaustion, now awake and very much worrying.

“Got you something,” you whisper, biting your lip, watching his brows furrow and lines appear between them.

Standing up, you steal the dressing gown from the back of his door—the one you’d traded for months ago. The one which is far too big, even for him, making it only cosier when you borrow it. Shooting him a smile, you almost disguise it, worried it's far too soft, too normal, before you mumble about being right back.

It's a hurry to the front door, all feet hammering down on wooden steps before your hand digs in your coat pocket, retrieving the wrapped thing you’ve lost shuteye over.

When you enter, he’s under the sheets—hair at odd angles, looking both a mixture of energised and fucked out that you wish you could paint with your fingers, so you'd forever have it.

“Didn’t wanna give this to you on the 25th—just in case you popped a vein trying to figure out what it means.”

Kneeling on the bed, you take a levelling breath, before handing it to him. His eyes travelling from you to it, fingers taking it—all delicate, measured. Before he unpeels the ribbon, undressing it with more care than he often shows you, before it rolls free of the paper you managed to find. It catches the ceiling light, glinting, gleaming, the handle looking even more detailed in this light than under the candles you’d had to use to remain discreet.

In your hand, the knife had appeared large, and menacing. In his, it looked right.

Yet, his face looked as though it was anything but.

Enough for you to prod, needle. To nudge closer on your knees, to smooth out the sheets and then flick your lashes up, finding him already staring, weighing it up—whatever coated his tongue, had been written in his mind.

“Sweetheart… I don’t… I don’t deserve this—”

More words fall in silence, not quite spoken, yet somehow loud.

Enough for you to say his name, to rest your knee on the bed and deeply sigh.

“You…’m not a good man.”

You almost laugh, but you don’t. Crawling up, placing your hand on his chest, you take a shaky breath. “I’m not sure I care.”

And you don't.

Because it's easy to feel something for him, to love him. It's natural, there one day and the day after. It wasn't hard or difficult, but very fucking easy.

Your mouth even opens to say as much, but you close it again before a syllable is muttered.

Wrapping the gift, he moves it from between the two of you, to the bedside table. His fingers linger, hovering over the carved wood—the one which caused splinters and made your eyes almost cross over. “Y’should. M’not an easy man to love.”

“I disagree,” you whisper, fingers having slid up to the base of his neck, your fingers teasing his curls. “Since I’m pretty sure I already feel those things for you.”

His brows lift, and you smile—letting it speak the words you can’t say, and you’re sure he’s not willing to hear.

“Don’t sweat it, alright? You’re mine, I’m yours. Yeah?”

Nodding, he bites his cheek, placing the knife back into the packaging—moving it, replacing what he’d been holding with your wrist as he pulls you close.

“Got you somethin’ too.”

Nose bumping his, you shift closer, thighs finding themselves on either side of him—his hands finding a place on them, sliding up, callouses grazing on your skin, before squeezing.

“But y’gotta wait until the 25th. Like a good girl.”

Smirking, you cup his cheeks. "Okay, Miller. I'll wait."

an: merry christmas, i hope you love this <3

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ATS Picturesque Reprieves Noida | Apartments for Sale

ATS Picturesque Reprieves offers luxurious 3 and 4 BHK apartments in Sector 152, Noida. This upscale residential project is renowned for its modern amenities, spacious interiors, and prime location. Residents can enjoy a serene lifestyle with access to world-class facilities like swimming pools, fitness centers, and landscaped gardens. The project's proximity to major IT hubs, educational institutions, and healthcare facilities makes it an ideal choice for professionals and families.

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This gated community boasts a host of world-class amenities that cater to your every need. Step into a world of luxury and indulge in the finest facilities that ATS Picturesque Reprieves has to offer. The fully-equipped gym is perfect for fitness enthusiasts, while the swimming pool provides a refreshing escape from the heat. Sports lovers can enjoy a game of tennis, basketball, or badminton in the dedicated sports area.

For those seeking relaxation, the landscaped gardens offer a tranquil retreat where you can unwind and rejuvenate. Take a leisurely stroll along the jogging tracks or spend quality time with family and friends in the clubhouse. With 24/7 security, power backup, and round-the-clock water supply, ATS Picturesque Reprieves ensures a safe and comfortable living experience for all its residents.

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Affordable Luxury: Buy Flats at Noida Extension

The real estate market in Noida is booming, and residential projects are gaining immense popularity among buyers and investors alike. Noida's strategic location, excellent infrastructure, and availability of world-class amenities have made it a preferred destination for those seeking a comfortable and luxurious lifestyle. In this blog, we'll explore the top 10 flats at Noida Extension in 2024.

Top 10 Residential Flats at Noida Extension

1. Godrej Woods

Godrej Woods, located in Sector 43, offers 2, 3, and 4 BHK apartments in a secure gated community. It features world-class amenities and a forest theme, making it an ideal choice for nature lovers.

2. Ace Starlit

Ace Starlit in Sector 152 boasts spacious 2 and 3 BHK apartments with elite features. This under-construction project is sure to transform Noida's skyline.

3. ATS Knightsbridge

ATS Knightsbridge offers premium 4 and 6 BHK flats, with only one flat per floor. This lavish development promises modern designs and fascinating facilities.

4. Gulshan Dynasty

Gulshan Dynasty in Sector 144 is a realm of contemporary luxury, built by master artisans from across the world. It promises a grand lifestyle with excellent connectivity.

5. Kalpataru Vista

Kalpataru Vista in Sector 128 is a promising residential project with 3 and 4 BHK homes, offering a resort-style living experience.

6. SKA Orion

SKA Orion in Sector 143 offers exclusive 3 BHK apartments in a safe gated community, with premium facilities and excellent connectivity.

7. M3M The Cullinan

M3M The Cullinan in Sector 94 redefines luxury living with 3, 4, and 5 BHK residences, architectural elegance, and top-notch amenities.

8. ATS Picturesque Reprieves

ATS Picturesque Reprieves in Sector 152 offers 3 and 4 BHK luxurious apartments surrounded by nature, with proper ventilation and natural lighting.

9. Godrej Palm Retreat

Godrej Palm Retreat in Sector 150 is the first-ever resort residence in Noida, amalgamating futuristic features, green landscaping, and world-class amenities.

10. Godrej Tropical Isle

Godrej Tropical Isle features three towers and a clubhouse with a beachfront, offering uniquely designed 3 and 4 BHK homes with an island-themed landscape.

ConclusionNoida offers a wide range of residential projects catering to diverse preferences and budgets. Whether you're looking for a luxurious lifestyle, resort-style living, or a nature-centric environment, Noida has something for everyone. Make an informed decision and invest in your dream home today at Flats at Noida Extension!

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ATS Picturesque Reprieves finest project located at Sector 152 Noida Expressway by ATS Greens offers 3 BHK & 4 BHK Residential apartments. 

Amenities which are being provided by ATS Greens for buyers in ATS Picturesque Reprieves

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ATS Picturesque Reprieves Residential Space in Noida

Co-living is sharing space with another person having similar interests, ideology, and philosophy. Co-living has existed over the years paying guests, hostel accommodations. In today's times with soaring housing rents, co-living seems to be the ideal choice. It works for the working class, students, short term and temporary accommodation professionals. Co-living is catching up with today's generation. Many places are offering co-living spaces in Noida. Sharing spaces are gaining popularity in urban and metropolitan cities. With the number of colleges and offices, it is becoming a choice of living across the country. It is almost difficult to find an individual space in the metros that fits your pocket. ATS Picturesque Reprieves Price / ATS Pious Hideaways Price / ATS Kingston Heath Price / ATS Le Grandiose Phase 2 Price

People are well connected in this internet era but often live in isolation. The co-living concept is all about sharing space like-minded people and building communities. The concept speaks of collaboration and openness. You get to choose whom you want to share your living space. Co-living spaces are the next booming real estate business. It narrows the gap in finding accommodation and affordability. People are on a find for cost-effective ways of living not compromising their privacy. Co-living is catching up and gaining popularity among the millennial crowd. When you move to another city, and are new, finding accommodation seems next to impossible. The annual rental agreements, deposits, token money and the rent can make a hole in your pocket. Co-working spaces ease the individual rental hassles. Looking at the working trends there are various companies offering co-living spaces in Noida.

Stanza living: They have changed the student living experience. They have completely furnished rooms and common areas for student interaction and recreation. FLO co-living: Safe, luxurious, amenities and work proximity are the defining factors of FLO-Co-living. One can book a room easily using their app or website. Space butler: It has designed fully furnished and affordable co-living spaces for working professional and students for hassle free living. Your own room: Rent out residential and family managed co-living spaces. They engage with individual house owners, associations, building owners, societies and developers for quality and safe living places. Expert stays: Expert is one of the best co-living platforms. Offering comfortable living space, maintenance, food and support team for assistance. Your space:is an IIM-Cambridge-Oxford initiative hostel co-living space in Noida for students. It is known to be India's premium student brand in co-living space.

Oxfordcaps: Are Asia's student housing leading company. They have all the facilities and are technology-enabled. Oxford caps provides the best experience for students. Tribe stays:: One of the premium student accommodation providers with an international standard hostel stay for students. Space sharing options in Noida: Helloworld, Arusha homes, Youthville, Bee Urban are some of the names in the space sharing arena providing hostel co-living spaces in Noida. These spaces are changing the overall scenario of 'Living'. Co-living is a huge market and expected to grow. In modern times millennial are choosing shared spaces over individual apartments. Make sure you go through the company websites before you decide on moving into your co-living space. It is best to do your due diligence and make the best pick. Have a happy stay!

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