1915 🐚🦢 "अजीब दास्तां है ये, कहाँ शुरू कहाँ खतम? ये मंज़िलें है कौन सी... न वो समझ सके न हम" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 A vintage tale of forbidden love or just an illusion of freedom under colonial rule? She's the calm breeze of autumn while he is the waiting pebble of surrendering winter. One holds the rays of tenderness in the embrace of her honey-dipped eyes, yet another has destruction cradled beneath the Oceans of his gaze. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕" If she is his muse then he had became a poetry through her ink. His handkerchief x her embroidery ✧A Vintage Tale of forbidden love or just a illusion of freedom under colonial rule? Tranquil fragrance of gajra, yearning carved in worn edged letters, waiting gazes behind the windows, mogra resting quietly in a books. 🐚🦢 ⋆✦ Lawyer x Writer [ First book of love under the colonial era ]