"Antatah tumhare Pita ka Rajyabhishek hoga.... Fir woh Kosal Desh ke Maharaj ban jayenge...." Devi Sita said tickling the baby, who giggled on the bed.

Dressed in his royal attire, Shri Ram entered his room and smiled seeing his wife and his daughter enjoying together.

"Kosal ke Maharaj ki ek lauti putri ban ke itraaogi ab tum, Shiromani." Devi Sita said.

"Shiromani ?" Shri Ram asked coming towards them both.

"Ha Nath. Namkaran hetu 12 din pratiksha karni padegi. Tab tak kisi naam se ise sambodhit karenge hi." Devi Sita said.

"Shiromani hi kyu ?" He asked.

"Kyuki aapki yeh putri Mahadev ka vardaan hai. Rishi Bharadwaj ne bhi iski mahima batayi thi. Inn baato se yeh toh siddh hai ki yeh kanya ikshvaku vansh ki Shiromani hogi. Aur ek karan hai." Devi Sita said as a silly smile appeared on her face.

"Aur kaunsa karan ?" He asked.

"Jis prakar aap apni putri par mohit huye hai.... Usse yeh baat bhi siddh hai ki aap ise apne shish par baitha ke rakhenge. Iss liye Shiromani naam uchit hi hai." She joked, he chuckled.

"Putri Pita ka abhimaan hoti hai. Use toh sheesh par baithana hi chahiye. Kyu Shiromani ?" He asked looking at his daughter, who giggled in response making them both laughed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, telling them Bharat and Shatrughan wish to enter.

"Aane do unhe." Shri Ram said.

Both the brothers entered holding the newly made cradle, both Devi Sita and Shri Ram were wonder-struck seeing it's intricate beauty as Bharat and Shatrughan placed it besides their bed.

"Kinta Sundar paalna hai yeh.... Aisa lagta hai ki Chandra aur Surya swayam isme jade huye hai." Devi Sita said.

Shri Ram picked up his daughter and placed her on the cradle. She giggled extending her hands to touch the moon and Sun hanging over her.

"Paalna toh sajj ho gaya hai. Ab keval Rajyabhishek hetu Ayodhya ki Rajkumari ko sajj karna hai. Praja ise dekhne ko kitni utsaahit thi." Shri Ram said.

"Kintu Nath, Nishkraman sanskaar se poorv, shishuo ko bahar nahi le jaya jata." Devi Sita said.

"Oh. Uchit hai. Kintu naye vastra toh pehnane honge." He said.

Shri Ram looked at Bharat who was busy playing with his niece along with Shatrughan.

"Bharat ?" He called.

"Ji Bhaiya ?" The son of Kaikeyi looked at his elder brother.

"Tumne vastro ka prabandh kiya ?" Shri Ram asked.

"Mata Kaushalya ne kaha ki nav-jaat shishu ko naye vastra chubhte hai iss liye kuch din purane vastra pehenane chahiye." Bharat said.

"Purane vastra ? Ayodhya ki Rajkumari ko ? Kintu kiske ?" Shri Ram asked.

"Ayodhya ke hone wale Maharaj ke." A voice said.

They all turned to see their mothers coming towards them, with several clothes in their hands.

"Ram, yeh tumhare baal-pan ke vastra hai, jinhe swargiya Maharaj Dashrath ne swayam chuna tha. Yadi yeh vastra tum apni putri ko pehenao, toh ise iske pitamah ka aashirvad mil jayega." Kaushalya said.

A smile appeared on the face of Shri Ram, looking at the garments from of when he was a baby.

"Aapne toh meri chinta ka samadhaan dur kardiya Maa." Shri Ram said.

"Putra Ram, jab ghar mei nav-jaat shishu ho toh uski dekh-bhaal ki sabhi chinta Matamahiyo athva Pitamahiyo par chhod deni chahiye." Sumitra said.

"Ha Ram. Tum chinta mat karo. Kal pratah tumhara Rajyabhishek ho jaye, fir kal hi tumhari putri ka Jaatkarma sanskaar bhi hoga. Maine sabhi prabandh kara rakhe hai." Kaikeyi said.

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A/N

It's time for Shri Ram's Rajyabhishek and his Shiromani's Jaatkarma sanskaar !

And you know, the initial title of the book was Raghukul Shiromani. But to match the theme of the titles of HH10 and HH11, I renamed it as Rama Utahshakti Ram, which was given by Amarsri ki maa herself Trumanshi