Friday 21 April 2017

Sweetheart, My Love For You Shall Never Last ~ Vol 19 Of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Glad the happy times knocked at the door in soft steps just at the right time. I believe birthdays are indeed special and they become all the more memorable in the company of the love of your life and Priyam was soon to experience those magical moments . It was an enchanting October morn and she took the day off from work and they were soon in the taxi for a day trip to Agra, to visit the Taj Mahal. They have planned it long ago that someday they'll together pay a visit to this monument of love and today they decided to celebrate her birthday and their love together there before Meer returned to Australia to resume his studies.
Priyam wore the pink dress Meer had bought for her from his first salary and has placed it carefully in his travel bag that very day and when he came to India, to be by his dad’s side, the dress came along too. Needless to say she looked absolutely stunning donning his choice. The day was sunny but the breeze was cool. It was mid afternoon by the time they reached there and as they entered the beautifully laid Mughal gardens and caught the first glimpse of the Taj, they stood there in awe for a few minutes. Open-mouthed at its unparallel beauty and opulence, they knew it immediately why it's counted in the wonders of the world. Made of soft white marble with semi precious stones studded in them, it dazzled in sun. True no poets have done sufficient justice to this stellar mausoleum, Shahjahan had built for his wife Mumtaz Mahal.
Meer had arranged for a cake and flowers at the central bench where people stopped to click memories of their loved ones with the Mahal. It marked the exact centre of the periphery of the lovely surroundings of the monument built on the banks of river Yamuna. Meer found this to be a perfect spot to celebrate the birthday of the woman who meant the world to him. They cut the cake there, as Meer gifted her, her favorite red roses and a promise to be only hers till his last breadth. He also fetched a tiny box from his pocket, and slid gently an exquisite ring in the ring finger of her left hand. This was a pleasant surprise for Priyam who smiled with happiness as Meer cuddled her warmly. The shot was perfectly captured in a camera with Taj in the hindsight and they would get the framed copies delivered to them in a couple of hours by the photographer Meer had hired. The fragrance of the roses was as mesmerising as the fragrance of their eternal love and I wished and prayed it remained the same forever.
Priyam was ecstatic to get her prince charming back even if that was for a day and she basked in the glory of his pristine love. She was proud of her choice and wondered what she would have been without him. This was her best birthday so far and they strolled hand in hand until the full moon and the stars joined in the celebrations along with the majestic Taj. Their hearts danced to the tune of love as they were totally immersed and lost in each other. This was always the case whenever they had been together, they had forgotten about everything else…
They were woken up by the thud of the brake application of the taxi at the airport. As if suddenly getting up from a divine dream, teary eyes they bid bye to each other. As he stood at the airport gate security check, she ran behind him and pressed an envelope her hand written letters on his palm. She has written them all each day when they could not talk, as he was taking care of his dad. Meer kissed her on her forehead, reassuring her through his eyes, without a spoken word but as his feelings flood that his love for her will never last.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

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