Urmila was in her room. The sun had set. She looked through her window and saw the trees in the royal garden swaying in the wind.

"Mila if Pitashree or Matashree sees you running like this it will not be good for you," shouted Lakshman at his wife who was playing hide and seek with him in the royal garden.

"Sumitranandan catch me if you can. Don't give the excuse of Matashree and Pitashree. I know Pitashree won't come from the royal hall till late evening today. A big meeting is happening. Matashree has gone out for her monthly charity visit to orphanages. She will also come late," replied Urmila laughing and hiding behind a tree.

Suddenly a strong wind came and the branch of the tree swayed so hard frightening Urmila and she shouted Sumitranandan.

Lakshman rushed towards the direction from where the voice came. But before he found her Urmila rushed into his arms.

"Mila don't try to run away from me. If you do nature will bring you back to me," chided Lakshman hugging her back.

"Sumitranandan..." a loud noise was heard before Urmila could complete her sentence and then she realized she was alone in the room. Her gesture had made the vase in the room fall.

"What happened Princess" came a maid rushing and Urmila showed her the broken vase and requested her to clean that up. She was in no mood to sit in the room. Maybe the wind in the garden will help her reduce the pain. She reached the garden and sat under a tree. As the gentle breeze fell on her face once again her thoughts returned.

So much had changed in Ayodhya in past one week. When Bharat Jeeju had come back from Kekeya he was shocked by the developments. He refused to be the king and went to bring back Ram jeeju in Chitrakoot. But that mission was unsuccessful so he brought back Ram jeeju's Paduka's. That day morning, they had crowned the Paduka's on the throne of Ayodhya. Bharat jeeju had decided he will move to Nandigram and live the life of an ascetic till his brother returned. Now Shatrughna was going to handle the affairs of Ayodhya on behalf of Ram.

In the afternoon her younger brother-in-law had come to meet her. He mentioned that the mothers are grief stricken and were not in a position to help him much. So, she had to support him in running the affairs of the kingdom.

Urmila smiled ruefully at the turn of events. Just three months back she had come to the palace of Ayodhya as a new bride. She was so happy. She was in love with her husband. She respected her two jeeju's and had showered affection on her husband's twin. Her cup was full and overflowing. The three mothers spared no occasion to pamper the new brides and if there was any responsibility given there was always Sita didi to take that up. If anything, additional came it went to Mandavi didi. She and Kirti just had to support their elder sisters.

But now the situation had changed. When her husband left for exile, her main duty was to take care of mother's and father. In a week it all changed. In addition to taking care of mothers she had to take care of Mandavi didi who was broken with Bharat jeeju's decision to stay away from palace. She had said she too will accompany him. But Bharat jeeju had asked her to stay with Mata Kaikeyi as Ram jeeju had wanted to ensure Mata Kaikeyi is not ostracized in the palace. Kirti was already lost and was in no position to support her husband with his duties at that point of time. So, she had to be self-motivated and also motivate her sisters so that all three of them can help Shatrughna in running the kingdom. Urmila laughed at herself sarcastically. Where was her carefree life in Mithila and where her life in Ayodhya that was loaded with responsibilities? Urmila's chain of thoughts was broken by Mandavi's voice.

"Urmi please come to your chamber. Your jeeju is waiting for you."

Urmila got up and rushed to her room. Bharat jeeju was already remorseful. He had tried to fall at her feet and seek forgiveness when he had come back from Kekaya. She didn't want to give more pain to him with her pain. She steadied herself and by the time she reached her chamber she was broadly smiling. Her jeeju was dressed in the exile clothes and she knew he was proceeding to Nandigram. The moment Bharat saw Urmila he folded his hands.

"Sister I couldn't bring back your husband. But please be assured your sister Mandavi will support you in due time. Just like you got used to your husband's departure she needs some time to adapt to my departure," mentioned Bharat.

"Jeeju don't worry about me or Mandavi didi. We will manage. We have been taught in Mithila to adapt to any situation without losing courage. If you had wanted to see me, I would have come to your chamber," replied Urmila.

"Urmila, I didn't just come to assure you but to hand over a letter to you given by Lakshman. I hope this will give you some solace," told Bharat as he extended the rolled letter towards her. Urmila's eyes were filled with tears of joy as she received and she thanked her brother-in-law profusely. Bharat indicated to Mandavi to leave her alone and as they walked back Urmila closed the doors of her chamber, sat in the bed and opened the letter.

"Mila, I know by the time this letter reaches you additional responsibilities would have come your way. Understand that this is the test of our love. Each step you take in fulfilling your duty is the victory of our love. Each time you succeed I will get new strength to carry out my duties. My love is there with you Mila. I am sure nature will bring your smile to me in the form of breeze and drizzle to rejuvenate me. Even you will get my love through nature in the form of breeze and drizzle. In the 14 years let us talk through breeze and drizzle the language of nature you loved the most."

Urmila held the letter to her chest and cried. Yes, she had loved breeze and drizzle. She had told him the breeze and drizzle made her dance. Now he has sent his love to her through that form of nature she loved the most. She looked up and it was drizzling outside. Yes, she couldn't fail. He trusts her and she had to deliver on that trust. She smiled looking at the drizzle.

Lakshman was removing their hut from Chitrakoot. Ram bhaiyya had told before the dawn next day they will move from that place as if they stayed there longer people of Ayodhya will come. As he packed all their things and started to move a breeze whizzed past his face and he understood Mila had got his letter and she was smiling and sending him love. He smiled to himself as he walked behind Ram and Sita.