Shri Ram entered his bhavan after completing the court session. A smile was on his face as he, after a long time, went towards the room of his daughter.

But he stopped at the threshold, seeing his 15 year old daughter talking with her friend.

"Abhi Nagar se aa rahi hu Rajkumari, sab log aapki kitni prashansa kar rahe hai." Ulka said, causing Rameshwari to chuckle.

Shri Ram smiled, but didn't enter the room, knowing her daughter was growing up to be a young woman now and she needed her privacy.

But never has it happened that she didn't realise his presence. Neither did it happen now, as Rameshwari sensed his presence and looked at him.

A wide smile appeared on her face as she sprinted towards her father, and got on her knees touching his feet.

"Pranaam Pitashree." Rameshwari bowed.

"Kalyanamastu." Shri Ram smiled raising her by his soldiers.

He sighed in bliss seeing her up so close after years, she had gotten a lot taller, almost reaching his chest now. But Rameshwari still retained her innocence in her bright heterochromic eyes.

"Padhariye Pitashree." She said holding his hand, and leading him in the room.

Seeing the father daughter together, Ulka bowed and took leave to give them both time.

"Aasan grahan kare." Rameshwari said and Shri Ram sat down on the couch.

Seeing her civilised way of greeting him, a sense of maturity gleaming from her eyes, seeing how composed she had become, Shri Ram was overcome by happiness.

He happily made her sit on his right lap, and she complied elatedly. It was her rightful place after all, and she was seated on it after so long.

"Ramey, tumne toh mujhe teeno-lok ki kirti de di hai. Itna yash toh Indra ko praapt nahi apne putro se jitna mujhe apni putri se praapt huya hai." Shri Ram said caressing her cheeks.

"Yeh aapka aur Gurujano ka hi aashirvad hai Pitashree." Rameshwari smiled.

Shri Ram chuckled as he held her hands, they were still small compared to his, he found it rather funny those adorable hands had skillfully mastered the arts of weapons. Indeed the auspicious marks she bore over them were becoming fruitful.

"Aaj sabha mei mantriyo ne ek sujhaav diya hai. Maine bhi use maanya kar liya hai. Bas tumhari swikriti chahiye." Shri Ram said.

"Aap keval aadesh de." Rameshwari said.

"Sabhi mantri chaahte hai ki tum bhi sabha ki sadasya bano. Tumhare Satya aur Niti ke gyaan aur tumhara shaurya Kosal hetu laabh-daayi ho sakta hai. Aur isse tumhe bhi Raj-niti ka anubhav milega." Shri Ram said.

"Ayodhya ki Raj-sabha jo Dharm ki parakashtha hai, uska sadasya banna toh mere liye param saubhagya ki baat hogi. Mujhe yeh prastaav swikaar hai." Rameshwari said.

Shri Ram smiled widely, keeping his hand over her head. Every moment she was bringing him immense pleasure.

"Aaj mai tum par bahut prasann hu Ramey. Tum jo maango mai tumhe dunga." Shri Ram said.

"Aapne toh mujhe sab diya hai Pitashree. Mere paas jo hai, woh aapki hi den hai. Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye." Rameshwari said.

"Nahi Nahi Ramey. Kuch toh maangna hoga. Ise upahaar nahi, aashirvad samjho." Shri Ram insisted.

Rameshwari thought for a moment, before a smile appeared on her face.

"Pitashree, jo Ashwa ko maine shaant karwaya tha Rang-bhoomi mei, mujhe usse milne ka ek avsar chaahiye." Rameshwari said.

"Bas itni si maang ? Chalo thik hai." Shri Ram smiled.

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Shri Ram ko bolo ki abhi aur bhi Yash aur Kirti milni baaki hai 😍✨