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A Moonlit Night, In The Epitome of Love A Moonli

A Moonlit Night, In The Epitome of Love A Moonlit Night, In The Epitome of Love The tourists have dispersed away, the ASI officer checked every nook and corner of the premises and shut the door of the wonder in marble. It was another moonlit night. He smiled, swaying the large set of keys on his way out of the premises. One of those nights, when the Taj looked absolutely like heaven was imagined to be. The silence of the place was filled with rustling of leaves, and the moon shone on the marble tomb like a radiant pearl. In a distance, on the opposite bank, stood the Agra Fort. The marble of the palanquin shaped roof shone as well. And the moon light entered through the jharokha creating a design of flowers and leaves on the marble floor of the secluded fort. The breeze blew again. Cool and silent. Somewhere far away a fading music of a mosque was heard. The Taj resonated with what was perhaps footsteps. She turned to see him arrive. White as the moon, his attire shone just like hers. Eyes met and smiled. It was a night of union, of two souls who were forced to stay away from each other by fate. It was a night of reunion. Eras ago, on this very moonlit night, they had promised each other an eternity at this very tomb. A war had changed everything. But had it really? For Janni smiled at him the way she used to, blushing slightly, as he whispered " I am here Princess." Chhatrasal never forgot his promise. He always came back home. To her. To them. And their love. Eras later, they met each moonlit night, two souls, one love, on the marble shrine of love itself. And the breeze made them dance. It whispered their story. But everyone said it was Mumtaz and Shah Jahan who were united every moonlit night on their tomb. Janni smiled holding on to his hand. No religion, no identity, no responsibility was to stop her now. She was a soul beyond a name, yet for him, she was his Janni. He tightened the grip around her hands. Tonight was about them. About their love. Secret. Precious. Immortal. Just like their souls. #ajourneytodiscoverlife #story
A Moonlit Night, In The Epitome of Love A Moonlit Night, In The Epitome of Love The tourists have dispersed away, the ASI officer checked every nook and corner of the premises and shut the door of the wonder in marble. It was another moonlit night. He smiled, swaying the large set of keys on his way out of the premises. One of those nights, when the Taj looked absolutely like heaven was imagined to be. The silence of the place was filled with rustling of leaves, and the moon shone on the marble tomb like a radiant pearl. In a distance, on the opposite bank, stood the Agra Fort. The marble of the palanquin shaped roof shone as well. And the moon light entered through the jharokha creating a design of flowers and leaves on the marble floor of the secluded fort. The breeze blew again. Cool and silent. Somewhere far away a fading music of a mosque was heard. The Taj resonated with what was perhaps footsteps. She turned to see him arrive. White as the moon, his attire shone just like hers. Eyes met and smiled. It was a night of union, of two souls who were forced to stay away from each other by fate. It was a night of reunion. Eras ago, on this very moonlit night, they had promised each other an eternity at this very tomb. A war had changed everything. But had it really? For Janni smiled at him the way she used to, blushing slightly, as he whispered " I am here Princess." Chhatrasal never forgot his promise. He always came back home. To her. To them. And their love. Eras later, they met each moonlit night, two souls, one love, on the marble shrine of love itself. And the breeze made them dance. It whispered their story. But everyone said it was Mumtaz and Shah Jahan who were united every moonlit night on their tomb. Janni smiled holding on to his hand. No religion, no identity, no responsibility was to stop her now. She was a soul beyond a name, yet for him, she was his Janni. He tightened the grip around her hands. Tonight was about them. About their love. Secret. Precious. Immortal. Just like their souls. #ajourneytodiscoverlife #story
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