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Kitchen - Transitional Kitchen

Remodel ideas for a mid-sized transitional u-shaped kitchen pantry with a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, gray cabinets, wood countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and white counters.

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Open - Living Room A large transitional formal living room with gray walls, a stone fireplace, a standard fireplace, and dark wood floors is an example.

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Transitional Entry Charleston Inspiration for a large, updated transitional entryway with a medium-tone brown floor, beige walls, and a brown front door.

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Foyer - Mudroom

Large tuscan marble floor and multicolored floor entryway photo with gray walls and a dark wood front door

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Transitional Basement Milwaukee Inspiration for a sizable transitional look-out basement renovation with gray walls and carpeting

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Traditional Entry - Mudroom Large traditional entryway with a medium-toned wood floor, white walls, and a dark wood front door.

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Farmhouse Family Room - Family Room An illustration of a sizable country loft-style game room with a dark wood floor, white walls, and no fireplace

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Mudroom in Milwaukee Large transitional porcelain tile entryway with a gray floor and gray walls, as well as a dark wood front door.

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Open Living Room in Nashville A large transitional formal living room with gray walls, a stone fireplace, a standard fireplace, and dark wood floors is an example.

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Foyer Mudroom New York Inspiration for a large timeless medium tone wood floor entryway remodel with white walls and a dark wood front door

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i’m not yours - part 11

summary: Daryl and you are friends. He used to date Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart, but after awhile, you returned to being friends... right?

Daryl finally realises who attacked Y/N both of the times, and decides to pay them a visit at the secluded cabin in the woods.

words: 3.3k

warnings: rough language, assault trigger warning, angry Daryl

A/N: Hello, muffins! Here's part 11 of 15 I have planned for this series. I have no idea how to write angrily, I'm not much of an angry person so it was hard to do, but here we are! Kay, enjoy! <3

Read previous part here!

Daryl came out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his shirt and looked around for his best friends. She wasn't at the spot he'd seen her last, mingling with some friends. Looking through the crowd, he saw that she was heading to the staircase at the back of the mess hall, her faded turquoise green, short dress flashing in the corner of his eye.

He had to admit, he had to do a double take, maybe even triple take, when they met right before Aaron’s party. He'd never seen her like that before. She always wore combat clothes like cargo pants and tight tops that couldn't be tugged by any walkers. But tonight, she looked like one of the models from his father’s magazine stacks he found once when he was just a young boy. Not in a whore-ish, messy way, but in a beautiful, sexy way, which made his stomach knot in a way he never experienced before. Her skin was somehow glowy in the moonlight and her dress fitted perfectly, hugging each curve.

What the fuck is wrong with me, he thought to himself, catching himself thinking thoughts he shouldn't think. She's my best friend!

He shook his head to make the thoughts go away, even though it was hard, and he made his way towards the stairs. He wanted to make sure she was okay. The last couple of weeks made him worried about her safety. He thought long and hard about how she managed to get on someone’s bad side enough to get her ass beaten. It wasn’t like her to make enemies. She was liked by pretty much everybody. He couldn't find a single person that disliked her in the entire community, and outside of it. There was just something about her that people liked.

He pushed through the crowd of people gently swaying to some soft playing music and stepped into the small hallway, looking up at her figure at the top of the stairs. She looked like she was searching the hallway, trying to make a decision either to walk further down or stay rooted in her place. Her face was contorted in a puzzled way.

“What are you doing up there?” he asks and he sees a little jump her body makes at the sound of his voice. She turns on her heel and looks down at him.

“Nothing,” she mumbles.

Of course, he didn't believe her. She was lying and he knew it. If she thought that he couldn't read her, she was wrong, but he wasn't going to mention anything. She looked like he caught her red-handed, her hand awkwardly rubbing her arm, her teeth hooked on her bottom lip. Her eyes dart around one more time before she takes a step forward, to a white baluster. She leans forward and she flashes her cleavage which makes Daryl look away, his throat suddenly a bit dry.

When he speaks again, his voice sounds a bit hoarse. “Okay. Get back down here then."

Darkness.

That's the next thing he could see. Nothing, but a glare of moonlight on shiny surfaces. It takes a little bit of time to adjust his eyes to the darkness surrounding him. He takes a few steps forward, his eyes locked on her figure upstairs, but then…

Crack. Swish. Bang. Thud.

Daryl’s whole body, but especially his head, hits the ground with a thud when her body falls right on top of him. His eyes wide open, when he sees a silhouette upstairs. Silhouette of a woman, running down the corridor and he could’ve sworn he saw some blonde hair swinging. But one thing he most definitely saw was a silver flower hair tie that only one person wore at all times because it was a family heirloom. He furrows his brow, suddenly some things becoming clearer to him. He then looks at his best friend scrambling up and he does the same.

“Are you okay?” He asks her, looking her up and down, making sure she wasn't hurt. She pulled her dress down and nodded.

“Yeah. Are you?” Her question rings through the air, just like the steps of people coming out of the living room and stepping into a small hallway.

“Nothing I cannot handle,” his eyes looked upwards again. He could feel his heart racing. Was it really who he thought it was?

Aaron and Eric showed up soon after asking about what happened and checking both of them for injuries. She told them about the situation in as little detail as she could which made Daryl think that something was definitely off here. Did she know who it was?

Once the couple was satisfied with what they saw, they patted hers and Daryl's shoulders and they gently made the crowd of people go back to the centre of the mess hall and someone turned the power back on. The music got louder and people started dancing, a faint shuffle of bodies and click and clank of heels could be heard.

Daryl started picking up the pieces of wood without a word and she was quick to help him out. You took the wood to the back shed, where it will either serve as repurposed wood or a fire starter.

Daryl couldn’t stop thinking about the situation. That goddamn silver flower in a hair tie. The blonde hair. He knew. He knew and it was making him angry. Who the hell does she think she is? Why does she think that she’s allowed to do that without any type of consequences? If she’s able to push his best friend down the stairs, was she the one who attacked her weeks ago and broke her bones?

After all the wood has been collected and put away, he looks at her, trying to see through her. Once he realised that is it all in vain, he sighed.

"I'm gon' go home," he said. "Don't want to be here anymore."

"Okay," she answered, nodding a couple of times. "Walk me home?"

He agreed and then began to walk. His hands were in his pockets, and his thoughts were not present in the current situation. He was far away, already planning a route to Leah's little cabin. She didn't stay in Alexandria after their break up, but he knew exactly where to find her. After all, he spent a lot of time there, especially when they both needed some privacy from Alexandrian ever-listening ears. There was nothing that could stop him now. He was going. The darkness would make the perfect cover to sneak out and deal with it.

Once they reach her house, she invites Daryl in for another drink, probably sensing how tense and angry he is. He refuses quickly, making up an excuse of being tired and needing some rest before tomorrow's supply run. He knew that she wouldn't believe him but she wouldn't argue with him either, so it was perfect. They say their goodbyes and Daryl heads down the street to his house. He could feel her eyes on his back, almost burning a hole. She knew.

After changing his clothes into his usual attire, he slings his crossbow over his shoulder and heads over to the back entrance of Alexandria. He knew someone would be guarding it, but he thought of an excuse already. His plan was in motion and he was determined to speak with Leah and make sure she didn't hurt anyone again. Especially his best friend. She was too precious for him to see her aching like she had in the past weeks.

When he gets to the gates, he sees Abraham on the guard and nods to him firmly.

"Open the gates," he says, motioning to the gates behind Abraham.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night?" Abraham asks with a smirk on his face. "Some sort of hot date?"

Daryl scoffs. "You could say that."

Redhead doesn't ask any more questions, he just opens the gates enough for Daryl to slip through. He nods appreciatively and disappears into the darkness of the woods. His eyes take time to adjust to the forest around him, but soon enough he is stepping confidently, his legs knowing where to take him. His mind was filled with the darkest thoughts. It was hard for him to stop knowing that Leah hurt his best friend. Twice. In less than three months.

He couldn't deny the fact that he wanted to hurt her. He wanted her to feel what Y/N felt. It was like there was a little devil on his shoulder telling him to do some fucked up things. And he was close to acting on them.

He stopped for a minute and leaned against the tree to calm his running thoughts. Taking a few deep breaths, he scanned his surroundings, checking if there were any threats around. He let out the last breath with a whistle, pushing himself off the tree and began walking again. He felt calmer, and he hoped that his murderous thoughts would stay at bay so he could talk to her.

Finally, the run-down, small cabin in the woods pops into sight and there is a faint light of a fireplace and some candles peaking through the windows. Daryl pressed his lips together and charged forward. He didn't even bother knocking on the door, he just opened them with a swing and stepped inside.

And there she was. Sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, sharpening a piece of wood. Her blonde hair was in a loose plait and her all-black outfit almost made her fuse with the darkness around her. She stops in her tracks and her head pops up to look at Daryl.

"Daryl," she says with a smirk.

Daryl curls his hands into fists. "Leah."

"I'm happy to see you," she says sweetly, getting up from her chair.

"Can't say the same," he murmured, looking her up and down. She was making his blood boil with how fake and incredulous she sounded.

Leah's head tilted to the side and her smile falters a little when she hears him speak. She puts down the sharpened piece of wood on the table beside her and sighs deeply. She takes a few steps towards Daryl.

"I've missed you," she says quietly, a bit too sexually to Daryl's liking.

He furrows his brow in almost disgust. Once, it would've made him hard - her sultry voice and the way she was presenting herself. He probably would've fucked her right on that table, twice, until she was screaming his name, but now? Now, all he could feel was disgust, disappointment, and most of all, anger. Deep, searing anger towards her for ever putting her hands on his best friend.

He clutched his fists even harder, his knuckles turning white.

"Was it you?" He seethes through his teeth.

"Huh?"

"Do. Not. Even think. About faking. Ignorance."

Daryl's voice was strained. He was struggling with keeping composure. She was infuriating with her feigned innocence. He couldn't believe she would keep this up. It was obvious why he was here, wasn't it? He didn't miss her. He didn't want her back. He was here because he finally figured her out. He finally saw her for who she was - a master manipulator, aggressor, a person who takes what she wants and doesn't ask for it.

Leah looks at him for a long time, just scanning his demeanour and his stance. He was doing the same, trying to keep his cool as much as possible, but all he could think about was hurting her as badly as she hurt her.

"You hurt her," he says slowly. "You broke her ribs and her face, and for what?"

"It wasn't me."

"Oh, so it wasn't you, pushing her tonight?"

"No."

"Another fucking lie."

"I—"

She doesn't finish, looking at him a bit frightened. Good, he thought. He was getting to her. That's what he wanted. He wanted her to admit the truth. He wanted her to be afraid, to realise that he could be a threat. Daryl kept looking into her eyes, his angry reflection staring right back at him.

"You know how I know?" he asks, and then reaches around her head and pulls her hair in a motion that makes her hiss in pain. "This."

He puts his fingers up, the silver flower hair tie dangling on it, shining in the warm light of the fireplace. It was swinging lightly as Leah looked at it, her eyes widened a little, and her bottom lips trembled ever so slightly. Daryl could see her swallowing hard.

"You would've thought you'd be at least a bit wiser before you decide to hurt people I care about. At least prepare right before," his voice was low and dangerous. Every word sounded like a threat.

"She deserved it," Leah's hissed all of a sudden, which made Daryl smirk.

There it is.

There is the confession.

"Deserved it?" he scoffs, throwing the hair tie in the corner of the room. Leah's eyes follow the hair tie and her body jerks a little when the hair hits the wall. "Deserved being beaten? Deserved being thrown off the stairs?"

"She deserved it for taking you away from me!"

The words bounced off the cabin walls, followed by complete silence. Daryl stared her down, his annoyance only climbing higher. He wasn't shocked. He expected something along those lines. Leah proved with their argument weeks ago when they broke up just how crazy she could be. He just never thought she was capable of doing horrible things. He knew she could spew venom left and right. That was not a surprise. But attacking his friends?

"You must be joking," he huffs, taking a step back from her to keep himself from doing something stupid.

"Not even close. Bitch had it coming."

Daryl's blood boiled. "Don't call her that."

Leah scoffs and throws her hands in the air like she is frustrated at him. She looked at him for a minute, standing in place. But then something changed. Her hands then landed on his chest and she caressed it, gently and sensually. He snickered and looked away for a second just to grip her wrists and pull them away from him.

"What the fuck is this?" He asks, his eyes were cold and steady.

"I did it for you. For us," she explains. "We are perfect for each other and you know it."

"Jesus Christ," he huffs a dry laugh. "You're the most delusional person I have ever known."

Leah looks hurt by his words. She takes a step closer to him, her wrists still in his grip. She smiles at him, but something in her expression chills him to the bone. Her wrists twist in his hand, only making him tighten the grip. Her initial fear of him is replaced by something else. Something so much deeper. Something that makes Daryl almost feel bad for her.

Affection.

Admiration.

Love.

All of a sudden, she looked soft and caring. Her body almost pressed to Daryl's and her face contorted in a weak smile. Her eyes looked into his as if trying to look into his soul.

"Daryl, please, I still love you," she says quietly. The tone of her voice was pleading. "I want you, all of you. I know it wasn't fair to do what I did, but I love you so much!"

He let go of her wrists and furrowed his brows. "And you thought by hurting my friends, you'd get me back?"

"She was an obstacle and you know that!"

Her voice sounded too sweet. She was trying to mime him, to make him believe her and maybe make him think with his dick. But there was a problem. He didn't love her. He didn't find her attractive anymore. She was an enemy, almost like a different person. A stranger. When he looked at her, he didn't see a partner anymore. He didn't see the potential he saw months ago.

His head shook. "An obstacle? To what?"

"To living to your full potential! To loving me as I need to be loved. To feel my devotion to you!"

"So what, you attacked my friend and I'm supposed to thank you for it?!"

"I was hoping you could thank me in a way you used to…"

Daryl gripped the bridge of his nose, his face scrunching with disgust and disbelief. She was suggesting to have sex with her, like some horny teenager who's trying to prove that she can bend me to her will.

"So let me get this straight. You threw my best friend…" Daryl's face grimaced even more. "…No, no. You've beaten up, broken bones and bruised and…THREW MY BEST FRIEND OFF A LANDING JUST TO FUCK ME?"

"How else was I supposed to get your attention?" she asks, crossing her arms on her chest to accentuate her breasts as she pouted slightly.

Daryl stood there in shock, his eyes inevitably drifted to her chest, but he didn't feel any lust. All he could think about was how amazing his hunter knife would look in between them, stuck deep inside her and hugged between her bones. How her face would contort in pain and anguish, how her eyes would tear up a little and her mouth would open in a vibrant "o", portraying all the surprise and shock on her face. He was so angry, he wanted her dead. He wanted her to feel every single bit of the hatred he had for her.

"You know she's not good for you. Always whining, always dragging you to things you hate. Making you go to parties and socialise. I'd never do that, Dar," she says sweetly and takes a step towards him. "I want the best for you. I want you comfortable. I love you. Please… You know we are made for each other. You belong to me and I belong to you."

Leah grabs his cheeks out of the blue and kisses his lips, their teeth almost clashing with each other. Daryl stumbled backwards a little, and his hand quickly found her throat. He pushed her to the wall and pinned her against it, making her squeal. His eyes were most definitely the darkest shade of blue when he looked at her. And then he finally saw it. The pure fear. Not the fake, I'll-do-whatever-to-make-you-believe-I'm-actually-scared type of look. This was real. She may have finally believed that he was not going to break like he used to.

His hand clasped harder on her throat, making her choke for breath. "You and me will never happen again. You're a pathetic, little bitch," he presses his lips together. "She was right. I do not know what I've seen in you."

Her arms clutched on Daryl, begging for him to stop, her eyes wide and panicked. After a couple more seconds, he lets go of her neck and steps back. He clutched his hands into fists to try and calm himself down. He knew if he continued, he would've killed her and even though he thought about it, he wasn't okay with having her on his conscience for the last of his life.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes, but when he finally spoke, his words were like venom, coming out of his mouth before he could stop it. "You stay away from me, from Y/N, and from Alexandria. If I'll ever see you again, I swear to God, I will kill you."

Leah was speechless and he wasn't going to wait for her to answer. He turned on his heels and walked out the door, leaving Leah alone - just like she deserved to be. He slammed the doors on the way out, secretly hoping it will draw some walkers to the cabin and then, in disguise of night, he went back to Alexandria, his mind on his best friend.

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MWW Artwork of the Day (4/5/24) René Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967) The Secret Player (1927) Oil on canvas, 152 x 95 cm. Musée Magritte, Brussels

"The Secret Player" is a scene of two white-suited cricket players in a forest of blue balusters. Above them floats the body of a sea turtle with a head that looks like a cylindrical mass of cigar ash. To the right, a female mannequin wearing a beardlike leather mask peers out of an open cabinet. The scene demonstrates a technique that Magritte would frequently employ: endowing inanimate objects with animate characteristics. The turned-wood balusters sprout branches, like the trees from which they were hewn. Utilizing mannequins, the most humanlike inanimate objects of all, became a favorite surrealist ploy, not just with Magritte.

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An Elegy on Record

something about love, loss, and the liminal

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He ran a hand along the balusters as he descended the stairs, dust caking his fingertips as he did so. Each step sent the click of heel to wood echoing throughout the mansion, the soft sound magnified by the large, empty space. A pair of white gloves hung limply from his back pocket, swaying as he walked. He let out a sigh as he reached the floor and glanced around at the minimal decor; he hadn't been down here in quite some time.

Thin, towering windows with intricate designs blooming throughout their panes let sunlight spill into the room, painting the vintage furniture and wooden floor in gold and illuminating the dust particles waltzing about with one another in the air. Two chairs sat beside each other against the wall, a small table with a large brass gramophone sitting between them. Off to the side was a large bookshelf filled with nothing but records. There were a few of classical music artists, such as Bach or Chopin, but most bore the name of someone the world had never come to know.

He carefully made his way over to the collection, taking each step as though the entire house might come crashing down on top of him with so much as a single breath. He ever so slightly brushed his fingers along the edges of the sleeves, sending a bit of dust that had been resting there to stir and join the rest in a dance of wind and gravity throughout the room. He stopped on one in particular that caught his eye, his hand suspended out in front of him as he hesitated.

After a moment or two of considering, he slid the sleeve from its place off of the shelf and into his grasp. With a gentle motion, he swept off what had collected on its cover from having gone untouched for so long. It felt heavy and yet so fragile in his palms, a sense of desolation tugging at his heart at the thought of what he would do to it.

But he needed to hear that voice again, even if for just one more time.

Just as gingerly as he had made his way to the bookshelf, similarly did he approach the gramophone. The record was sat down on one of the chairs as he retrieved the gloves from his pocket and slipped them over his hands. He wound up the machine until it gave resistance, then, gently, he slipped the record from its sleeve and placed it upon the turntable. The break was released, and the record started to spin round and round, but it didn't play quite yet. At last, he moved the needle and meticulously lined it up with the grooves in the shellac.

He backed up as the machine crackled before starting to play a familiar tune. He held one hand behind his back and another out toward the air, as if offering a dance to the empty space.

"We'll meet again... Don't know where, don't know when..."

The voice that started singing was not that of the original singer. Rather, its sound resembled that of a man's, and a talented one at that. The voice was entrancing, like silk. One could only pray to be blessed with such a voice.

"But I know we'll meet again some sunny day..."

He closed his eyes, going through the motions of a dance he had learned some time ago but had long forgotten its name. With the way he danced, it's clear that there was meant to be a partner with him.

"Keep smiling through... Just like you always do..."

He twirled around dust and ducked sunlight as the song continued on and the outside world started to dim. But slowly, he could hear its melody start to deteriorate as a faint laugh started to take over, his dance unfortunately following suit and his eyes beginning to wet. He knew this would happen, and he tried his best to tune it out, but he couldn't take his focus off of it. He started missing beats and tripping over himself. He had to open his eyes once again, and even then, he couldn't go back to the graceful movements he had started out with. It didn't help that his vision was slowly blurring.

The song and the beautiful voice that had sung it hadn't even been able to reach its finish before it was entirely taken over by a woman's laughter. That horrible, horrible laughter...

He fell to the floor, fighting an already lost battle against the uncontrollable sobs. The laughter continued to echo through the now pitch dark mansion.

Another record ruined.

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8 DIY Paint Projects for Your Stairs

When homeowner Gemma Newberry pulled up the carpet on her Harwich, England, pine staircase, she found an old painted runner. “The house was built in the Edwardian era, and it was a big trend then,” she says. She recreated the look using white paint on the sides and balusters. “It adds so much character, especially with the warmth from the wood.” To know more: https://www.hgtv.com/design/decorating/design-101/diy-paint-projects-for-your-stairs-pictures

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Ravindra Jadeja House: Inside photos and Net worth

Introduction

Ravindra Jadeja is widely regarded as one of the best all-rounders of his generation in Indian cricket. Known for his prowess on the field, Jadeja also leads a luxurious life in his magnificent four-storey vintage home in Gujarat. Let's take a virtual tour of Ravindra Jadeja house and explore his latest updates.

Ravindra Jadeja House Overview

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Ravindra Jadeja House Address:

Ravindra Jadeja’s House is located in Navagam Ghed, Jamnagar, Gujarat.

Jadeja's four-storey royal abode in Jamnagar, Gujarat, reflects his taste for beauty and grandeur. This vintage home is surrounded by lush greenery and showcases a classic touch with royal elements such as antique decorations, intricate patterns, and luxurious materials.

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Exterior Highlights

The main door is reminiscent of a Maharaja's Darbar, featuring large, beautifully constructed doors that display his family's lineage and nobility.

The external wall coverings in subtle, muted tones accentuate the detailed open spaces, capturing the attention of passersby.

The bungalow's exterior is adorned with intricate designs and patterns, creating a regal appearance amidst the greenery.

Interior Highlights

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The interiors feature a warm and sophisticated tone with a neutral color palette, including beige, brown, cream, off-white, and white.

Statement sofas, elegant chairs, and luxurious materials create an antique yet contemporary vibe.

Historical accents, such as showpieces and unique artworks, enhance the royal appearance of the home.

Marble, stone, and extensive woodwork are prominent in the overall design.

The dining area is adorned with traditional decor, adding to the vintage charm.

The use of gold stripes and jail-themed embellishments further enriches the regal ambiance.

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Special Features

Spectacular chandeliers, stunning decorations, and expensive furniture celebrate royal luxury throughout the bungalow.

The staircase baluster is constructed of traditional wood, adding to the heritage look.

Surrounded by greenery, the home provides a natural haven for relaxation and intense exercise sessions.

Ravindra Jadeja's Farmhouse

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Apart from his own house, Jadeja also owns an 8-acre property called "Mr. Jaddu's Farmhouse," featured on his social media. The farmhouse boasts a spacious contemporary cottage with a dazzling white compound, highlighted with RJ monograms in red tones and a swimming pool. Jadeja's love for horses is evident here, with three horses, including Kesar and Ganga. He enjoys riding and grooming them, emphasizing that his passion for horses is for personal enjoyment, not for commercial purposes.

Family and Personal Life

Jadeja's journey to stardom was challenging. His father, Anirudh Jadeja, worked as a security guard, and the family lived in a one-room employee flat. His sister Naina, initially a nurse, now manages the Rajkot restaurant Jaddu's Food Field. Jadeja married Rivaba Jadeja on April 17, 2016. Rivaba, an active politician and BJP member, is the niece of Congress politician Hari Singh Solanki. The couple has a daughter, Nidhyana, born in 2017. Despite their public profiles, they prefer to keep their personal lives private.

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Also Read: Inside Rohit Sharma house: Photos, Networth & more

Ravindra Jadeja's Car Collection:

Jadeja owns a spectacular collection of luxury cars, including:

Rolls Royce Wraith: Worth Rs 5 crore, balancing safety and style.

BMW X1: Priced between Rs 49 and Rs 52 lakh, known for its sharp design and excellent security.

Audi A4: Valued between Rs 45 and Rs 53 lakh, featuring a sleek design and five-star safety features.

Audi Q7: A luxury SUV worth around Rs 95 lakh.

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Ravindra Jadeja Announces T20I Retirement After T20 World Cup Victory

Following India's victory in the T20 World Cup in 2024, prominent all-rounder Ravindra Jadeja has declared his intention to retire from T20 internationals.

I say farewell to T20 internationals with a grateful heart. Jadeja wrote on Instagram, "Like a steady horse galloping with pride, I've always given my best for my country and will continue to do so in other formats."

After making his T20I debut in 2009, Jadeja went on to represent India in 74 T20I matches, amassing 515 runs and 54 wickets. He participated in six T20 World Cup campaigns and experienced victory in his last one, which saw India win the men's T20 World Cup trophy for the first time in 17 years. Additionally, Jadeja declared that he would keep representing India in other alternative formats.

"Being the winner of the T20 World Cup was the high point of my T20 International career and a dream come true.I am grateful for all of the memories, giggles, and unwavering support you have given me."

Quick Facts

Name: Ravindrasinh Anirudhsinh Jadeja

Net Worth: INR 120 crores or USD 15M

Age: 35 years

Residence: Navagam Ghed, Jamnagar, Gujarat

Date of Birth: December 06, 1988

Marital Status: Married

Name of the Spouse: Rivaba Jadeja

Source of Wealth: Annual BCCI and IPL Contracts, Endorsements

Endorsements: ASICS, Kinara Capitals, SWOTT, My11 Circle, Life OK, Incredible India, Myntra, MRF, Ambrane, BharatPe, Zeven, and Bajaj Consumer Care

Ravindra Jadeja’s IPL Salary

Following his impressive performance in the ICC U-19 World Cup triumph in 2008, Ravindra Jadeja was picked up by the Rajasthan Royals for INR 12 lakh in the IPL auction. He featured for the Royals for a couple of seasons before being banned for the 2010 edition due to a violation of the IPL code of conduct.

The spin-bowling all-rounder made a comeback in 2011 with the Kochi Tuskers Kerala. Unfortunately, the franchise was disbanded after just one season. Subsequently, the Chennai Super Kings (CSK) acquired Jadeja for a substantial INR 9.2 crore.

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Barring the 2015 and 2016 seasons, when CSK was banned, Jadeja has been a constant and influential presence in the franchise. During those two seasons, he represented the Gujarat Lions, his home state team.

Jadeja returned to CSK in 2018 and was retained for an impressive INR 16 crore ahead of the 2022 auction.In addition, he was named the 15th season's skipper.. Despite rumors of a potential split with the franchise following a challenging stint as captain, Jadeja was retained by CSK ahead of the 2023 mini-auction.

Also Read: MS Dhoni Farm House: Address, Photos, Cost and Net Worth

GYM:

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A cricket player must have a polished appearance. Nowadays, most cricket players incorporate weightlifting into their fitness routine. This is due to the fact that lifting weights is a very efficient way to build muscular mass, explosive power, and general strength. Compound exercises make up the bulk of Ravindra Jadeja's weight training routines. He works out with dumbbells and barbells in different ways.

Conclusion

Ravindra Jadeja's journey from a modest background to cricketing stardom and a life of luxury is inspiring. His royal residence in Jamnagar and sprawling farmhouse reflect his taste for grandeur and his passion for cricket, horses, and a regal lifestyle. Jadeja continues to balance his illustrious cricket career with his personal interests, embodying excellence both on and off the field.

Frequently Asked Questions:

Q1:What is the location of Ravindra Jadeja's house?

Ravindra Jadeja's house is located in Jamnagar, Gujarat, surrounded by lush greenery and reflecting his taste for beauty and grandeur.

Q2:What are some unique features of Ravindra Jadeja's house?

Jadeja's house is a four-storey vintage home with royal elements, antique decorations, intricate patterns, and luxurious materials. Highlights include a Maharaja-style main door, elegant interiors with historical accents, and spectacular chandeliers.

Q3:What other property does Ravindra Jadeja own besides his house in Jamnagar?

In addition to his residence, Ravindra Jadeja owns an 8-acre farmhouse known as "Mr. Jaddu's Farmhouse." This property features a contemporary cottage, a swimming pool, and Jadeja's beloved horses.

Q4:What is Ravindra Jadeja's net worth and primary sources of income?

Ravindra Jadeja's net worth is approximately INR 120 crores (USD 15 million). His primary sources of income include annual BCCI and IPL contracts, as well as endorsements with brands like ASICS, Kinara Capitals, SWOTT, and My11 Circle.

Q5:Why did Ravindra Jadeja announce his retirement from T20 internationals?

Ravindra Jadeja announced his retirement from T20 internationals after India's victory in the 2024 T20 World Cup. He expressed gratitude for his journey in T20 cricket and stated that he would continue to represent India in other formats.

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