My Great Bollywood Romance [Completed]

Chapter 25: Taj Mahal

Chapter 25: Taj Mahal

Yogesh was back with the van fixed up. We were relieved to find him happier unlike the last time where he sat on top of the van for four hours clutching his head.

We thanked Jash's family while Yogesh put our luggage in the van.

Jash's grandmother tried to give us money and we ran in the opposite direction. Jash ended up collecting it. This part of the Indian culture felt personal yet uncomfortable.

I did make sure to give her a tight hug before I bid her adieu. She had kissed the top of my head and told me to visit again soon.

Jash's grandmother took Jash to see his bedridden grandfather. He met us in the van with a beaming smile. I wondered what his grandfather told him.

Jash and I didn't attain a moment alone all morning which made it hard for me to know how he felt after last night.

The ride to Delhi was full of music and singing. First, we played a lyrical game where someone would say a line from a song, the next person would add lyrics from a different song at the end and so on.

We sang Bollywood songs.

"'Maahi ve mohabbatan sachiyan ne (my love, the love is real). . . " Saloni sang.

"'Mohabbat ki nahin hai mohabbat ho gayi hai (I didn't fall in love, it just happened). . . " sang Rushil.

"'Ho gaya hai tujhko toh pyaar sajna (You've fallen in love, dear) . . . " I continued with a smile.

"'Mujhko bhave galliyan teri galliyan (I like all the ways that lead to you),'" Jash finished.

The fun continued until we reached Agra. I had never seen traffic in such abundance in my entire life. Thankfully, all of us had slept enough during the drive to not feel drowsy.

I personally felt nauseous. The motion sickness probably.

Saloni had saved Taj Mahal as the climax of the trip when we'd all gather back in Delhi to go back home. It was our luck it was full moon tonight and we could get tickets to visit the mausoleum.

It was a bummer the twins and Eric missed the opportunity.

We ate dinner at five before going up to the marble grandeur that was only illuminated by moonlight.

"Wow" was murmured collectively.

"According to legend, Shah Jahan cut off the hands of the people who built this beauty," Jash informed us. "Just so they won't built something this spectacular again."

"Mumtaz was a lucky gal to be buried here," Saloni said somewhat impressed.

"She deserved it after producing fourteen kids," I said and earned laughter from my companions. I had read about it in an article.

"I wish I had siblings," I said lamely. "Imagine having thirteen other brothers and sisters."

"You can take my little brother," Jash said. "You'll never ask for a sibling again."

I had completely forgotten about his younger brother, Jai. He usually played with the other little kids but whenever he came around our group, we babied him.

"Jai is so cute," I told him. "I'll take him. He used to hug me the most out of everybody."

"Lies!" Saloni said immediately. "He hugged me the most."

"He never hugged me," Rushil said thoughtfully.

"I taught him to only hug females." Jash winked.

"He was getting more action than you at half your age," Rushil said with a chuckle.