The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the ornate windows of the palace, casting a warm, golden hue upon the chamber. Aarvi sat on the edge of her bed, her heart filled with a warm, fuzzy contentment. She cradled her newborn daughter in her arms, the tiny bundle of joy wrapped in a soft, silken shawl. The maids stood around the bed, their usual tasks forgotten as they watched the queen doting on her child.

Just a few moments ago, Aarvi had emerged from the warm, soothing embrace of a bath. But the moment she had laid eyes on her awake daughter, all thoughts of self-care had vanished. Her world had narrowed to this tiny, precious being.

A gold paladai, a traditional feeding utensil, was cradled in Aarvi's hand. She dipped it into the bowl of milk and brought it slowly towards her daughter's mouth. With a gentle touch, she pressed the paladai against the baby's lips, encouraging her to drink.

The baby, her tiny eyes closed in contentment, sucked eagerly at the paladai. Aarvi watched her with a mixture of awe and tenderness. Every little movement, every tiny sigh, filled her heart with joy. A small, satisfied gurgle escaped the princess's lips as she swallowed the milk.

Aarvi smiled, her heart melting. She continued to feed her daughter, her movements slow and deliberate. As they watched the queen feed her daughter, the maids couldn't help but smile. The baby's tiny features, her chubby cheeks, and her wide, innocent eyes were simply irresistible. They felt a sense of peace and contentment just by being in her presence.

When the baby was finally satisfied, Aarvi burped her gently. The child let out a contented sigh, her tiny body relaxing. Aarvi smiled and cradled her daughter close to her chest.

"Ab punah nidra ka samaye hai." She whispered softly, her voice a soothing melody. She began to gently rock the baby back and forth, her movements rhythmic and steady.

The baby's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing becoming slow and even. Aarvi continued to rock her, humming a soft lullaby. The melody was simple, but it seemed to have a calming effect on the child.

As the minutes passed, the baby's body became heavier in Aarvi's arms. She knew that her daughter was finally drifting off to sleep. With a gentle sigh of relief, Aarvi laid the baby down in her cradle. She watched as the child's eyelids fluttered closed, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. A wave of love washed over Aarvi as she gazed at her sleeping daughter.

"Kal Rajkumari ka naamkaran sanskaar hoga." Hemlata said, her voice filled with excitement, "Maharani, kya aapne koi upyukt naam socha hai ?"

Aarvi smiled, but her expression was one of contemplation. "Abhi tak mujhe aisa koi naam hi nahi mila, jo meri putri ke yogya ho." she admitted. "Aisi tejasvi, divya, paramanand ka anubhav karane wali kanya ko kya naam de sakte hai ?"

The maids exchanged knowing glances. They understood Aarvi's dilemma. The princess was truly extraordinary, and finding a suitable name for her would be no easy task.

"Lagta hai, aapki putri ko ab Bhagwaan hi koi naam denge." Hemlata sighed.

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The grand courtroom of Ujjain was a sight to behold. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and paintings, depicting the glory of the Haiheya dynasty.

At the head of the room, seated on a throne that seemed to dwarf all others, was Dilip, the newly crowned emperor of Avanti. The crown of his ancestors, adorned with precious gems, rested upon his head.

Surrounding Dilip were his ministers, each seated in their own ornate chairs. They were men of great wisdom and experience, chosen to help the king govern his vast kingdom.

"Yadi sabhi mantri sehmat ho, toh mujhe mere purkho ka ek karya siddh karna hai." Dilip said.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the court. The ministers leaned forward, their attention focused on the emperor.

Dilip said, "Mere purkho ne pran liya tha, ki Avanti mei Ramsuta ki murti tab hi banegi jab woh humare kul mei janm lengi. Mere anusaar, hume yeh ab murti banane ka karya shuru kardena chahiye."

The ministers exchanged glances. Rameshwari was a legendary figure in Haiheya history, the daughter of Lord Rama himself. For generations, it had been foretold that the reincarnation of Rameshwari would bring great glory and prosperity to the Haiheya dynasty. And now, with the birth of Dilip's daughter, that prophecy was finally coming true. Finally they could honour the words of their ancestors.

"Hum sehmat hai, Maharaj." One of the ministers said.

Dilip turned to Hemant, his trusted charioteer and advisor. "Hemant," he said, his voice filled with authority, "Rajsi aagya se nagar mei Rajkumari Rameshwari ke bhavya murti ka nirmaan ho."

"Jaisa aap chaahenge, waisa hi hoga." Hemant bowed his head.

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Ngl, Haiheyas are cute and ziddi 🤣

They're like - Pehle janmo yaha fir hi murti banegi 👀😠