Shah Jahan sat in his small, dark prison cell at the Agra Fort, staring longingly out of the tiny window towards the Taj Mahal. He had been imprisoned by his own son, Aurangzeb, for the past few years, but his love for his late wife Mumtaz Mahal remained as strong as ever.
Every day, he would sit by the window and watch the sun rise over the Taj Mahal, its pure white marble gleaming in the morning light. He would watch as visitors from around the world came to marvel at its beauty, and he would remember the days when he and Mumtaz had walked through the gardens together, hand in hand.
As the day wore on, Shah Jahan’s thoughts would drift to memories of his beloved wife. He would recall the sound of her laughter, the touch of her hand, and the warmth of her embrace. He would remember the way she had looked on their wedding day, dressed in her finest silk and jewels, her eyes shining with joy.
But as the sun began to set and the shadows grew longer, Shah Jahan’s thoughts would turn to his impending death. He knew that he would never leave this prison alive, and he took comfort in the thought that he would be able to watch over the Taj Mahal until his final breath.
And so he asked his guards to move his cell closer to the window that faced the Taj Mahal, so that he could watch it all day and all night. And as he lay there, gazing out at the monument that had been built in honor of his beloved wife, he knew that he would never forget the love that they had shared.
Years passed, and Shah Jahan’s health began to fail. But even as his body weakened, his spirit remained strong. And as he lay there, surrounded by his guards, he whispered a prayer to Mumtaz, thanking her for the love that they had shared and the beauty that they had created together.
And then, in the early hours of the morning, Shah Jahan drew his last breath. But his memory lived on, and the Taj Mahal remained a symbol of his undying love for his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal.
