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oh nakhrewaali

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"A mother is a mother. She is never wrong."

"A wrong is a wrong, even if it's committed by a mother," Bharat retorted, his eyes focused on his elder brother. There was no malice in his voice, it was a statement, a request to Ram to look beyond his duties to Dashrath and Kaikeyi, but when Ram looked away, Bharat knew it was a lost battle.

"Give me your padukas," he said instead.

Bharat ruled Kosala under Ram's name for the next fourteen years, ensuring that his brother fulfilled his duties to not only his parents but his people too.

"I wish I could go with you," Urmila whispered, tears glistening in the moonlight.

"I cannot take you with me. I am sorry." Laxman answered sadly.

"All I can do is wait for you?" She asked, looking at him, but he looked away.

"Then you promise to make it worth it, Prince of Kosala. Keep Bhrata Ram and Sita Didi safe, and come to me safely."

"Why do you apply this Sindoor, Maa Sita?"

"So that my Prabhu is blessed with a long life." The queen of Ayodhya smiled.

The world then saw love and devotion in its purest form when they witnessed Hanuman smeared in red Sindoor, bowing at Lord Ram's feet.

"I am praying for your long life, Prabhu."

As the fire died and Sita's beautiful face became visible through the flames, Ram's eyes glistened with tears. His Sita was now before him, no more maya, just his Sita, the truth, his truth.

Sita stepped out of the fire and thanked Agnidev for protecting her all this while and then greeted her husband.

A part of Ram wanted to just hold her hand and tell the world that his wife was here by his side, but he knew that he'd have to wait for a few more moments, they had waited so much, a few more moments wouldn't hurt.

Kaikeyi loved her sons equally. But the woman in her who was denied the throne because of her gender knew what it was like to be second best. She didn't want her Bharat to be second best. He was raised as a Raghuvanshi, they were the best. Ram, bless his noble soul, overshadowed the other three without his knowledge, but what would happen if, without his knowledge, the power corrupted him? She clutched her chest as all the dark thoughts started swirling in her head. She shook them aside and looked at Manthara.

"What do you suggest I do?"

Mandodari looked through the window. Unfortunately for her, it overlooked the Ashok Vatika, and she could see the young princess amongst the demonesses, willowing. Mandodari had seen her husband approach Sita and knew that Sita's glance could burn him. She feared for his life. But she couldn't help but admire Sita. Her grace and her patience marveled the queen. She knew that this young princess and her husband, would write history, and she also knew for that history to be written, Raavan would have to die, and Mandodari wasn't ready for that.

The dry soil around her broke Queen Sunaina's heart. Her people were facing the wrath of God Indra for no fault of theirs, and the queen knew she had to fix it. She had to be a mother, even though the Gods had denied her that blessing, but she knew she had to be a mother to the people of Mithila. When King Janak hit the ground with the spade, the echoes of a baby's cry filled the city of Mithila, and with that, the Gods finally blessed the city and its mother.

The people of Ayodhya and all the creatures were in tears as they watched their crown prince, his brother, and his wife walk away. They followed him, he would know the way, but when he turned and asked all men, women, birds, and animals to return, their hearts broke. Disheartened, they turned.

After fourteen years, when Ram, Sita, and Laxman returned to Ayodhya, they were surprised to find a few people there, waiting for their Lord.

"You asked every man, woman, bird, and animal to return home, we are neither. You didn't order us, so we waited for you, Lord,"