The sun had set already in Ayodhya, the darkness had over taken the sky, and the moon was shining bright. But even brighter than the moon was the lamps and fire torches lit in the city.

Amidst darkness the city of Ayodhya looked like a group of fireflies glimmering in the night sky.

Cool and soothing winds were flowing, everywhere. Those had even calmed down the anger of Shri Ram, who entered his bhavan and went straight to the room of Rameshwari but stopped at the door step.

He was unsure whether to enter or not, wondering whether Rameshwari would be upset due to what happened today. He had never scolded her so harshly.

Shri Ram peeked from outside the door and found her sketching something on a piece of paper. The movements of her hand were mostly in a linear rhythm, it was obvious to Shri Ram that she was again drawing buildings.

He could see that her eyes were slightly puffy, possibly due to crying. Seeing which he straightaway went inside.

Rameshwari looked at him as he came and sat down beside her. He looked rather awkward at the moment. He didn't know what to say. But she gave him a small smile before going back to sketching buildings.

"Ramey, tum krodhit nahi ho ?" Shri Ram asked.

"Nahi." Rameshwari said.

"Pitashree ne dandit kiya fir bhi nahi ?" Shri Ram said.

"Dukh huya kintu aapke daatne ya dandit karne se nahi. Woh toh aapka prem aur chinta hai mere prati, Taksh aur Pushkal ke prati. Mujhe bura nahi laga." Rameshwari said.

Shri Ram smiled a little and then looked at the piece of paper in which she was sketching. The fictitious building lacked the sense of geometry, given her age, but still it would be a good one if turned into a real one.

"Pata hai Pitashree, mai aapke kahe kathan par hi chintan kar rahi thi." Rameshwari said.

"Accha ?" Shri Ram looked at her.

"Ha. Aapne Satya kaha tha. Taksh aur Pushkal toh abodh balak hai. Woh toh hatt karenge hi. Kintu mai toh Jyeshtha hu, mujhe maanna hi nahi chahiye tha. Kyuki agar koi anhoni ho jaati toh dosh toh mera hi hota." Rameshwari said.

"Ramey, Jyesht hone ki upaadi ke saath kai uttardaitwa aate hai. Pratham adhikaar ke saath, pratham dosh bhi hume hi praapt hota hai. Humare chhote bhai ya behen humse hi sikhte hai, humara aacharan ka hi anusaran karte hai. Iss liye humara uttardaitwa hota hai ki unke samaksh sahi udaharan prastut kare." Shri Ram said.

"Mai bhi prayas karungi, ki apne Anujo ke samaksh ek uttam udaharan prastut karu." Rameshwari said.

Shri Ram smiled and cupped her face, kissing her forehead. And then he remembered something important.

"Ramey, ek baat batau." He said with a grin.

"Kya ?" Rameshwari asked curiously.

"Kal sandhiya ko Nat-Nati ka khel hai aur samast Raj-parivaar ko aamantrit kiya gaya hai." Shri Ram said.

"Satya ?" The eyes of Rameshwari widened with joy a smile appeared on her face.

"Ha." Shri Ram chuckled.

"Kis baare mei natak hai ?" She asked.

"Samudra-manthan." He said.

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Samudra manthan.... Arthat HH6 wali ghatna 🌝🌝🌝