It was Sati's birthday. Every one present in the universe had been invited. But Sati was no where to be seen in the palace. Everyone was tensed except for Daksh because he exactly knew where she had gone. This made him angrier but he could not do anything about it.

Sati was walking towards the Shivling she made. When she reached there, she folded her hands infront and from the flower basket she was carrying, put bel patra and datura flower on it. She joined her hands and closed her eyes.

Sati- Mahadev please fulfill this wish of mine, seeing you in your original form, about which I heard glories. Today is also my birthday, so I want this gift from you.

Suddenly the winds started blowing very fast. The entire environment got charged up in excitement and anticipation. Out of no where fog started to form around Sati and Shivling. Then a bright divine light came out of the fog cutting it. Sati covered her eyes to protect it from the light. When the light receded, he was standing infront of her, with all glory. The matted hairs holding the crescent moon in them. The neck on which Vasuki, the king of snakes sat hugging it as if his life depended on that part. The body parts like, shoulder and chest covered in ashes. Tiger skin covering his lower and upper part of his body. His forehead held the Tripundak Tilak. His left hand held the famous weapon, The trident, to which the world famous damru was attached. And then, there was his lotus shaped eyes and bewitching smile. Sati again got lost looking in them, his divine eyes. She didn't say anything neither did Mahadev. Both were lost looking into eachother's eyes. Suddenly fog surrounded Mahadev and when it disappeared he was no where to be seen. Sati was surprised and a bit upset on why did Mahadev do this, but she was happy that atleast he heard her prayer. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the trident which Mahadev was holding in his hand. She smiled and took the trident in her hand and left for her home.

It was Vikrama's birthday. Everyone in her friend circle had been invited including Sarvacharya. All of them were arriving slowly. Finally, when the cake was about to be cut, at that time, Sarvyacharya came with a small gift in his hand. He decided to give it to her after the cake was cut. When the cake cutting finished, he quietly took Vikrama with him in a corner and gave her the gift.

Vikrama- What is it?

Sarvacharya- Open it, you will know.

When she opened it, it was pilot pen.

Vikrama- This is my favourite pen. Thank you so much.

Sarvacharya- Will you forgive me now?

Vikrama- For what?

Sarvacharya- For the wink.

Vikrama- Nope.

Sarvacharya- But why?

Vikrama- Because you gave me the wink in front of my family and it was my good luck no one saw that. So, you need to work harder, Mister Sarvacharya Mirdkul.

Saying this she left with a triumphant smile on her face. Sarvacharya just smiled and shook his head.

Sarvacharya-(thinking) My Jhansi ki Rani, I will make you forgive me. And that too very soon, Miss Vikrama Dasari.