As the sun's gentle rays kissed the surface of the tranquil lake, Somada and Devansh found themselves nestled under the shade of a towering banyan tree. The serenity of the surroundings provided the perfect backdrop for their conversation, as they sat side by side, their fingers gently entwined.

Somada's eyes sparkled with excitement as she shared her dreams for their future, her voice carrying a hint of playful anticipation. "Devansh, imagine a simple wedding ceremony, surrounded by our loved ones. We'll exchange vows and walk around the holy fire, under the clear blue sky, with the soft sounds of nature as our witnesses."

Devansh nodded, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Yes, my love. And after the wedding, we'll start our new life together in a small and cozy house nestled near the waterfall. Imagine waking up to the sound of cascading water, a symphony of nature's melody greeting us every morning."

Somada's imagination took flight as she continued, "Our house will be adorned with vibrant flowers, their sweet fragrance all over the air. Inside, we'll have a library filled with books, and, of course, a beautiful garden where we can grow our own vegetables and fruits."

Devansh chuckled, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Ah, yes! Our little farm-to-table innovation. We'll harvest the freshest produce, cook delicious meals together, and savor it! And when our beautiful and intelligent children come along, we'll teach them the wonders of nature and the joy of learning to cultivate."

Somada playfully nudged Devansh's shoulder. "You know, Devansh, I've been thinking. Our children will definitely inherit my wit and intelligence."

Devansh raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? I think they'll be lucky to inherit my devastatingly good looks and irresistible charm."

Somada laughed, her musical voice echoing through the peaceful setting. "Oh please, Devansh. Don't flatter yourself too much. We all know they'll get their good looks and every thing from me."

Devansh raised an eyebrow mischievously. "And what if our children inherit your mischievous streak, my dear Somada? Imagine the pranks they'll play on us!"

Somada mock-gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "Oh no, Devansh! We'll have to be on high alert, always one step ahead of their mischief. But I'm sure they'll have your charm to balance it out."

Devansh chuckled, leaning closer. "True, they'll have the power to charm their way out of trouble, just like their father." He winked, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Somada playfully poked his side. "Ah, but they'll also have my wit and intelligence to outsmart you, my dear. Our home will be filled with friendly battles of wits."

Devansh feigned offense, his hand placed dramatically over his heart. "Is that a challenge, my love? Prepare yourself for a lifetime of puns and clever comebacks. I won't go easy on you."

Their dreams danced before their eyes, painted with vivid colors of togetherness and shared experiences. They spoke of the adventures they would embark upon, the memories they would create, and the unyielding support they would offer each other along the way.

Just as the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on their faces, a soft voice called out from a distance. "Somada, it's time for the morning prayers."

Somada and Devansh turned towards the source of the voice, their fingers intertwining for a brief moment before they reluctantly let go. Somada smiled at Devansh, a mixture of love and determination shining in her eyes.

"I must go now," she said

They shared a tender embrace, their hearts speaking a language only they could understand. As Somada walked towards the temple, her steps filled with a newfound sense of determination, Devansh watched her with unwavering admiration.

* * * * *

That evening, Urmila, accompanied by her sisters Mandhavi and Shruthakirthi, sat on the terrace overlooking the palace gardens. The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the scene in a warm glow, casting a magical aura over their gathering. Before them lay an array of vibrant saris and glistening jewels, a treasure trove of elegance and beauty. They admired the delicate silk saris, their intricate embroidery telling tales of ancient craftsmanship. The resplendent georgette saris, adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues, evoked a sense of youthful energy and joy.

Urmila's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined the rich tapestry of saris spread before her. There were delicate silk creations adorned with intricate embroidery, their hues ranging from regal purples to enchanting blues. The soft touch of chiffon saris whispered of grace and sophistication, while the vibrant colors of georgette saris hinted at the liveliness of the upcoming occasion.

As Urmila held a deep maroon silk sari in her hands, she couldn't help but admire the fine craftsmanship. The golden zari work danced across the fabric adding an aura of grandeur to its already mesmerizing allure. She imagined Somada draped in this sari, its rich color complementing her radiant beauty, as she took her place among the suitors at the swayamwar.

Mandhavi, her eyes glinting with excitement, picked up a royal blue silk sari adorned with intricate silver threadwork like shimmering stars in the night sky,. "This sari," she exclaimed, "will surely enhance Somada's regal aura as she embarks on this new chapter of her life. Its elegant design captures the essence of grace and royalty."

Shruthakirthi, her gaze focused on a sea green chiffon sari, chimed in, "And what about this one? Its flowing fabric and delicate patterns evoke a sense of enchantment and femininity. Somada will surely captivate the hearts of all those who lay their eyes upon her."

Amidst their delightful exploration, Urmila's thoughts turned to the sparkling jewels that adorned the table before them. Gleaming necklaces with exquisite gemstones, shimmering bangles, and intricate earrings whispered stories of opulence and elegance. Each piece seemed to possess its own unique charm, waiting to enhance Somada's natural beauty.

As the sisters deliberated, their conversations filled the air with excitement and anticipation. They discussed the various sari options, sharing their opinions and envisioning how each one would highlight Somada's grace and allure. Their voices were filled with joy and sisterly affection, their laughter punctuating the air as they bonded over their shared love for their dear Somada.

As the soft breeze rustled through their hair, they couldn't help but reminisce about the days of their youth, when they, too, were eagerly preparing for the grand swayamwar of their beloved sister, Sita.

Urmila, her eyes shimmering with memories, began, "Oh, how excited we were for Sita's swayamwar! The entire kingdom was abuzz with anticipation. The palace was adorned with vibrant colors. It was a time of dreams and possibilities."

Mandhavi nodded, her voice filled with warmth. "Yes, those were magical days. We would spend hours selecting the perfect saris, jewelry, and ornaments for Sita. The palace seamstresses would be busy stitching the most exquisite creations, while the jewelers would present us with their finest masterpieces every single day. Every detail had to be perfect, for our sister deserved nothing but the best."

Shruthakirthi's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as she chimed in, "And oh, the laughter and giggles that filled our chambers as we tried on different saris, draping ourselves in the elegance of our choices. We would spin around in front of the mirror, imagining ourselves as brides!"

Urmila smiled, her heart warming at the memories. "Do you remember the day of the swayamwar? The palace grounds were transformed into a grand arena, bustling with life. Royalty and nobles from far and wide had gathered, their eyes eager to catch a glimpse of the beautiful princess who had captured the hearts of many."

Mandhavi chuckled, "Oh, how we watched with bated breath as the suitors showcased their effort to lift the holy bow. We knew that only one could be the true match for our dear sister. It was a day of excitement, suspense, and, most importantly, love."

Mandhavi's fingers delicately brushed against a necklace studded with radiant gemstones, marveling at its exquisite beauty. "This necklace," she whispered, "will accentuate Somada's grace and elegance. The way it catches the light will draw every eye towards her, just as Sita captivated the hearts of those who beheld her."

Shruthakirthi's gaze fell upon a pair of intricate earrings, their intricate design reminiscent of the delicate patterns of nature. "These earrings," she mused, "will enhance Somada's natural beauty, adding a touch of enchantment to her every movement. Just like Sita, she will radiate charm and grace."

Mandhavi's fingers delicately traced the intricate silver threadwork on a yellow silk sari. "Our dear Somada, who has blossomed into a radiant princess, will embark on this extraordinary journey. She will captivate the hearts of the suitors with her grace, beauty, and intellect."

In the midst of their lively conversation, Urmila called out to a maid nearby, "Please, bring Somada to the terrace. We have a delightful surprise for her!" The maid nodded with a smile and hurried off to fetch the radiant princess, eager to witness her joy upon seeing the splendid array of saris and jewels awaiting her.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the terrace, Urmila, Mandhavi, and Shruthakirthi eagerly awaited Somada's arrival. The evening breeze carried with it an air of anticipation and love, setting the stage for a joyous celebration of Somada's impending swayamwar. The terrace, adorned with vibrant saris and shimmering jewels, stood as a testament to the love and adoration they held for their beloved princess, ready to embrace her in a world of elegance and grace.

Somada stood before the dazzling display of saris and jewels, her eyes tracing the intricate details of each piece. Her mother, Urmila, and her aunts, Mandhavi and Shruthakirthi, gathered around her, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement. Urmila held up a regal red silk sari adorned with golden embroidery, its richness reflecting the deep love and affection they held for their daughter.

"Somada, my dear. We have abundant number of beautiful saris and jewellery for you to pick for the grand swayamwar!" Urmila began, her voice filled with warmth, "Look at this sari! It's a symbol of your strength and resilience. Its vibrant hue reflects the fire within you, a flame that will burn bright as you embark on this momentous journey. The golden embroidery signifies the beauty and grace that emanate from your soul."

Mandhavi stepped forward, her hands cradling a sky blue silk sari embellished with delicate silver threadwork. "And this sari, my darling, represents tranquility and serenity. Its soft, calming shade mirrors the peacefulness of your spirit. The silver embroidery, like shimmering moonlight, captures the gentle radiance that surrounds you."

Shruthakirthi joined in, her fingers carefully holding a lilac chiffon sari adorned with intricate floral patterns. "This sari, dear Somada, embodies your blossoming femininity and grace. Its ethereal fabric drapes around you like a fragrant breeze, whispering tales of enchantment and elegance. The delicate floral motifs represent your vibrant spirit and the beauty of nature itself."

As Somada listened to their descriptions, her gaze shifted to the sparkling jewelry displayed nearby. Urmila picked up a pair of intricately crafted golden earrings. "These earrings, my love, will frame your face and highlight the beauty of your features. They symbolize the rich heritage and legacy that you carry within you."

Mandhavi held up a dazzling necklace adorned with emeralds and diamonds, its allure captivating Somada's attention. "And this necklace, my dear niece, is a reflection of your inner radiance. The emeralds represent growth, wisdom, and harmony, while the diamonds symbolize the sparkle of your spirit. Together, they form a testament to your inherent strength and beauty."

Shruthakirthi delicately picked up a bejeweled bracelet, its intricate design catching the light and casting a mesmerizing glow. "This bracelet, my precious Somada, adorns your wrist like a precious treasure. Its exquisite craftsmanship signifies the precious bond of love and protection that surrounds you. Whenever you wear it, may it remind you of the strength and support you have from your family."

Somada listened attentively to their words, her heart filled with gratitude for the love and thoughtfulness they poured into each selection. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their expectations and the importance of the decision she was about to make. Looking at her mother and aunts, she smiled softly and spoke with utmost sincerity, "Thank you, for guiding me through this process. The saris and jewelry you have shown me are truly magnificent, and I am honored by your love and care."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the array of saris and jewelry once more. "However," she continued, her voice filled with a gentle determination, "I need a little more time to make my choice. I want to select something that truly resonates with my own essence."

Urmila, Mandhavi, and Shruthakirthi nodded in understanding, their eyes filled with admiration for their daughter's thoughtful approach.

As Somada stepped back from the display, she thanked her mother and aunts once again, expressing her gratitude for their unwavering support. They embraced her with warm affection, understanding that this decision was ultimately hers to make.

* * * * *

Somada sat quietly in her room, her mind occupied with thoughts that tugged at her heart. The swayamwar preparations were in full swing, but she felt a growing unease within her. She knew she had to gather the courage to speak to her family, to tell them about her decision to marry Devansh. It was a bold step, one that went against the traditional path set before her, but her love for Devansh was too strong to ignore.

Throughout the night, Somada wrestled with her thoughts, talking to herself in hushed whispers. She weighed the pros and cons, replaying conversations with her beloved Devansh in her mind. Her heart swelled with the memory of their shared moments, their dreams for the future, and the unwavering support they had for each other.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through her window, Somada made up her mind. Today would be the day. With newfound determination, she freshened up, washing away her worries along with the water that cascaded down her body. She adorned herself in a vibrant pink sari, reflecting her vibrant spirit and the strength that resided within her.

The morning sun painted the sky with hues of gold as Somada made her way towards the prayer hall, her steps purposeful and filled with resolve. She knew that after the prayers, her family would be gathered, and it would be the opportune moment to share her news.

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