Karakoram Ka Taj Mahal 소설 & 이야기

" Alright now that everyone is up to date, we should focus on tonight's defense. " Hikaru says as he unrolls a map of the palace onto the table. " There are four towers North, West, South, and East. The South and Eastside are connected to the mountain. " Hikaru informed as he pointed them out on the map. " Isn't that mountain really huge?" Kagome asked. " The fourth biggest in the world. " Terrius answered. " Those towers were carved into the mountain, there's no way anything can survive the climb, and even if they did it's a long deathly fall into the Palace."

Uncle Raj wants us to visit Tajmahal but Kristina chucked it saying she wants all of us to spend time because Tajmahal meant leaving my Grandparents at home with a servant and going. She promised we can go next time and I hope there is definitely a NEXT TIME. So instead we went to the small farmhouse in the city outskirts one day.

The Blackhawk had disgorged them at a flat surface on a rock outcropping at a specific point in the Hindu Kush. Dix hated these goddamn mountains. The name Kush meant death, and had probably been given to the mountains because of the dangerous passes between peaks. There was little vegetation, and the icy wind blew constantly. But the mountains provided a perfect hiding place and gathering places for al Qaeda because of the very desolation and the notches in the mountains where the terrorists built their camps and villages.

Ashley smiled noticing the Notre-Dame Cathedral, it's dark design was beautifully crafted,she couldn't stop starring. Ashley stopped next at the Taj Mahal, one of the most popular and biggest tombs in Agra India. The marble walls, served as a sign of true love, and it shined against the wallpower on the wall. Ashley walked through the quiet gardens, as she took in the quietness, beautiful flowers, letters of the world, and the random carvings of art that added beauty to the place. Ashley took a selfie infront the beautiful building, her wild smile adding more beauty to the scene.

Searching for place to visit, I saw the Taj Mahal in India. It is one of the most famous vacation spots in the world and one of the world’s Seven Wonders. I clicked the description and read more about the place. “Taj Mahal is one of the world’s Seven Wonders and it serves as symbol of true, never ending love.” Love. Love. Love?! Suddenly, I felt the heat spread throughout my chest and into the roots of my hair. I slapped my cheeks several times but that did not help me to calm down at all.

She left and turned in the wrong direction. "Kashmir, that is not the way back to your place, I think I have to walk you back to your place or you will be wandering around the whole day." Kharim said, walking towards Kashmir Kashmir didn't refuse him, for she knew that she had a poor sense of direction. She will really get lost in this huge palace. "That is so kind of you brother - in - law" she said and Kharim walked next to Kashmir. Omar stopped the car at the palace entrance, Amaro alighted from the car. He forgot an important and highly confidential document and he wanted to personally pick it. He also wanted to see Kashmir, whom he thought was still sleeping.

He said. " Bye!! " I said and Disconnected the call. " I am sorry, you were saying something?? " I asked the cab driver. " Have an enjoyable stay ma'am. I would suggest that you visit Khajjiar. Khajjiar is also known as Mini Switzerland of India, it would be the best romantic trip. " He said. Romantic trip?? Alone?? " Sure!! " I said as I didn't have to tell him that. We reached the cottage, it was much more beautiful than my imagination, was mesmerized by its beauty. It would have been a perfect one for a romantic honeymoon...

Last of all, Kash and I step out, and I pull my hood over my head to hide myself as much as I can. Only years of good breeding keep my jaw from dropping as I look up into the sky at Kar Castle. Nestled between two mountains and made of the same stone, it looks more like another peak than something people actually built. Pointed, near-black towers jab up at perfect angles, dusted with their own powdery coating of snow. Unless there’s much more of the castle behind the front, it’s much narrower than our castle, but it’s easily the tallest building I’ve ever seen, scraping the very sky.

Kumud Palace was a jewel at the head of the hill top. Standing proud above the meandering road through the small, green patches of forest in the course, it shone like pure melted gold in the bright sunlight. Built with yellow and red sandstone, it was a stunning proof of the architectural acumen of His Royal Highness Mahendra Pratap Raghuvanshi — the great, great grandfather of Ranvijay's mother.

So I slept off. Superb Hayat!!! Only you can sleep in such circumstances When I opened my eyes we were in Mansehra city from where we followed National Highway. The plain black lands were changing into mountainous green covered in snow. This route also meets KKH-Karakoram Highway at Chilas District providing the panaromic view of Naran and Kaghan Valley. Beautiful is the least word ,I could think of it as it was marvellous. Those green mountains veiling theirselves in white shawl, providing breathtaking view.