"You know," mentioned Urmila, chewing thoroughly on her food. "These days, I've been running out of things to paint. There's Sita didi and Ram bhaiyya, and Mandavi did refuses to sit still, and I've painted a little too much of Shrutakirti-"

She paused here to glare at Bharat. "And you. I usually have to end up painting a painting of you painting someone painting something, which is very tedious."

Clearing her throat, she faced her husband, batted her eyelashes, and even set down her fork. Lakshman's eyes widened (Urmila never set down her fork; one time they'd gone through a whole rebellion by the rakshasas who were unhappy with Dasharath's rule (duh), and she was sitting in the bunker, still holding the fork. Lakshman needed to dicuss priorities with her). 

"AND YOU. SIT DOWN FOR A DAMN PORTRAIT NOW WILL YOU?"

"YEAH, WELL WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO?"
"WHAT AN EXCUSE! CAN'T DO A SINGLE THING FOR YOUR WIFE, CAN YOU? I'M SO UNHAPPY, I MIGHT JUST LEAVE!"
"GO AHEAD! THE LAST TIME WE MENTIONED YOU LEAVING TO VISIT YOUR PARENTS, YOU INSISTED I COME ALONG WITH YOU-"

"HEY!"

"IT'S TRUE! YOU GO OUT IN TOWN ONCE, AND INSIST I COME ALONG!"
"WELL IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SO GOD FORESAKEN VIOLENT! I NEVER KNOW WHEN I'LL SEE YOU NEXT YOU STUPID BRUTAL BUFFOON-"

"Guys?" said Shatrughan. "I can model?"

A/N-It was suggested by @goxrua that I make Shatrughan a model for Urmila's paintings. I tried to incorporate that here, see how it worked out! I apologize, I was listening to 'Ala Barfi' while doing this and decided to take a 180 on what I was doing.

Wow, this book is deceiving. Here you were thinking you'd see Bharat, and instead there's Lakshman and Shatrughan wherever you turn. My bad.