Dark clouds had surrounded the morning sky of Kosal, few rays of sunlight had pierced them as if wanting to catch a glimpse of Shri Ram.

Several residents of Kosal had gathered to see the famous festival where the king shall plough the land. All the guests from different places of Bharatvarsh had already gathered and taken their seats.

The farmer whose land had been chosen to be ploughed, was standing proud with delight.

Soon a line consisting of horses, elephants, chariots and palanquins got formed, indicating that the royal family of Kosal had arrived with their attendants.

The kings, crown-princes, princes, princesses and other noble young men and women, stood up from their seats, with respect. They gazed at ministers, the brothers of emperor coming with their wives and children, the emperor's three mothers, and his sons.

But the gaze of the guests were desperately looking for the daughter of the emperor, Ram-suta Rameshwari, who was reputed to be the Shiromani of Ikshvaku vansh.

Suddenly they heard a thunderous neigh of a horse, which startled many of them. They looked at that direction and saw the princess mounted on the very same stallion Vajra, with whom she had conquered the earth.

Rameshwari got down from her majestic black horse, caressing his head. Ulka along with other attendants, instantly came and stood behind her.

All the eyes of the guests and the citizens got stuck on the princess, who was shining brightly like a million suns, illuminated by her own brilliance and glory.

The mouth of some of the guests fell slightly open, never had they seen a regal beauty quite like her, as she walked with utmost grace, dressed in the most expensive of garments, adorned with most expensive of jewels, looking like a goddess who had descended on earth.

Although all eyes were stuck on her, her eyes were looking for the one who had stolen her heart. Her big lotus like eyes, looked around the wonderstruck guests, until she found a face which was composedly seated.

Rameshwari gazed at Mrunmaye, who looked at her with a smile before lowering his gaze, as if smiling at the fact that such beautiful sight rightfully belonged to him.

Just seeing his smile a red tint appeared on the face of Rameshwari, she quickly went to high stage where rest of her family was and took her seat beside her brothers Luv and Kush.

Only Shri Ram was yet to come, everyone waited eagerly for him.

Soon the winds started howling, but it wasn't due to the atmosphere, but due to the golden vimaan, famous in the three worlds as Pushpak.

The vimaan landed, and from it descended the most brilliant and most glorious Chakravarti Samrat Shri Ram Chandra, like how Bhagwaan Vishnu descends from Garud.

Everyone there stood up in respect, joining their hands in reverence, as he came followed by the mighty Hanuman, Vasisth and Vamdev.

Shri Ram cupped his hands in reverence in front of his guests, showing his gratefulness for their presence, gazing at each one of them. But when his eyes fell over his daughter, his eyebrows got raised a little in surprise.

The sweet smile that was adorning his lips got widened seeing her adorned in beautiful Sringaar. Oh how much she loved to do Sringaar when she was younger ! Oh how she'd sweetly ask him to braid her hair and adorn it with flowers ! Oh how she'd run to her aunts, asking them to get her ready !

Then the sad event of Ashwamedh, she seemed to have foresaken it.

But now she was again well-adorned and looked as if she was the most beautiful woman who was gracing the earth. To Shri Ram it was a great delight, for he felt as though his Ramey was gaining her past self, who was full of life, which enjoyed the nectar of life.

Shri Ram was brought out from his stance by the young daughters of the farmer, who came to him with sacramental plate, doing his tilak and welcoming him to their farm.

The priests then came forward and felicitated him in proper manner.

"Chakravarti, ab aap swarn-ranjit hal se khet ko jote. Aur iske baad Indra-pujan hoga." They said.

"Awashya." Shri Ram smiled.

He went towards the golden plough that was attached to two big and sturdy bulls, decorated and ornamented in proper fashion. The farmer who was standing beside them bowed in respect.

Shri Ram held the plough, and gestured the bulls to move, they obeyed. A great cheer came from the citizens as they witnessed their king ploughing the land.

The farmer walked beside the benevolent emperor, holding the plate of seeds. Whenever Shri Ram would extend his hand at him, he'd keep the plate in front of Kaushalya-nandan, who'd grab few seeds and sow it in the ground.

Everyone watched the emperor acting as a farmer, with great astonishment. Whereas Mrunmaye and Rameshwari were busy occasionally stealing glances of each other.

"Bade bhaiya, hum vasant-utsav dekhne aaye the." Shaurya-shakti commented leaning towards Mrunmaye, who was gazing at Rameshwari.

"Tum aaye hoge vasant-utsav dekhne." Mrunmaye said turning his head towards Shaurya-shakti, "Mai toh Rajkumari ko hi dekhne aya hu." He told.

"Lagta hai sab Rajkumari ko hi dekhne aaye hai." Shaurya-shakti said looking at the other royal and noble guests.

"Jaanta hu. Kintu kisi anya ke vasant-utsav mei shashtra toh nahi utha sakta." Mrunmaye said disappointedly.

"Kya ?" Shaurya Shakti raised his brow.

"Ha. Shripuram hota toh bata deta, Rajkumari ko dekhne ka adhikaar kiska hai." Mrunmaye said.

On the high stage, Rameshwari was looking back and forth between her father ploughing the land and Mrunmaye.

"Rajkumari, sabhi atithi aapko hi dekh rahe hai." Ulka said.

"Kintu Rajkumar Mrunmaye kyu nahi ?" She said looking at Shripuram-kumar who was talking to Shaurya-shakti, "Unka sthaan itna dur kyu hai ? Kya chachashree Laksman ne sabke baitne ka prabandh kiya hai ?"

"Ha unhone hi kiya hai." Ulka said and Rameshwari sighed.

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Waha Shri Ram khet jot rahe hai aur unki beti Mrunmaye ka prem apne hridaye mei jot rahi hai 😂😂