TARA : Beyond The Time ( Under Editing)

The attack

Under the midnight sky, Dhruv found solace in the quietude of his secret  garden, near his cherished library. The gentle rustle of leaves and the subtle fragrance of night-blooming flowers created an enchanting atmosphere as he immersed himself in the tranquility.

As he sat, immersed in his thoughts, Tara approached, her steps soft against the pathway. The moonlight danced in her eyes as she neared Dhruv, her expression a blend of gratitude and warmth.

"Thank you, Dhruv," Tara began, her voice carrying a soft melody in the stillness of the night. "For allowing my uncle and brother into Ranivaas and for letting them continue the tradition of wishing me at midnight with my favorite sweet."

Dhruv, looking up from the pages of a book he held, met Tara's gaze. "It's the least I could do. Some traditions are meant to be preserved, especially when they bring joy to someone as special as you."

Tara smiled, the moonlight playing on her features. "It meant the world to me. The surprise was beautiful, and I couldn't have asked for a better way to start our shared birthday."

Dhruv gestured to the empty space beside him, inviting Tara to join him. "Come, sit. "

As Tara settled beside him, the garden embraced them in its serene embrace. Dhruv continued, "I'm glad we could create these moments together, Tara. Birthdays are not just about the passage of time; they're about the shared experiences and connections we forge along the way."

Tara nodded, her gaze lingering on the moonlit garden. "And I'm grateful for the connection we share, Dhruv. It's something truly special."

Dhruv's gaze shifted from the pages of the book to Tara, who sat beside him, her eyes fixed on the moon. The soft glow of moonlight illuminated her features, casting a serene aura around her.

As he observed Tara, a myriad of thoughts swirled within Dhruv. The moon, a silent witness to countless stories, seemed to echo the quiet intensity of the moment. In that tranquil garden, he found himself pondering the depth of their connection.

"I wonder," Dhruv thought to himself, "if the moon, with all its mysteries and untold tales, has ever witnessed a connection like ours. One that transcends time and defies the norms of the worlds we come from."

As Tara felt the constant gaze upon her, she turned her gaze toward Dhruv, only to find herself captivated by the depth in his eyes. The moonlit garden seemed to fade away as their eyes met, creating a moment suspended in time.

Breaking the enchanting silence, Tara, with a soft smile, asked, "Dhruv, what gift have you prepared for me on our shared birthday?"

Dhruv, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sincerity and playfulness, replied, "Ah, that's a surprise like yours for me . But rest assured, it's something special, just like you."

Tara chuckled, "You're also keeping it a secret, then?"

Dhruv nodded, "Well, a little mystery adds to the excitement, don't you think?"

Tara, intrigued, leaned in slightly, "I suppose so. But you have to give me a hint, at least."

Dhruv pretended to ponder for a moment before leaning in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, "Okay, just a small hint. It's something that reflects the essence of our shared moments, a token of the connection we've forged."