Sati was just looking at the trident with utmost respect and love in her eyes. It was next to the Shivling in her room. She went near the trident and touched it. She felt as if Mahadev was holding her hand. She blushed like hell when she heard a voice behind her.

Voice- Why are you blushing so much?

She turned around to see her mother, Prasuti standing behind her. She went and hugged her mother.

Sati- Ma, I felt as if Mahadev was holding my hand when I touched the trident.

Prasuti- That's such a wonderful feeling Sati.

Daksh- But I have a much better news for Sati.

Sati looked up to see her father standing in front of her.

Prasuti- what is the good news Arya?

Daksh- The good news is Sati is going to be married. I have called all the suitable grooms around the world. Then Sati will choose from them as to who will be her future husband and my son-in-law. Right, Sati?

Sati felt devasted on hearing the news. She felt as if the entire world was coming crashing down on her. She wanted to shout and tell that she only belonged to Shiv. She would not marry anyone else. She wanted to cry her heart out. But then she composed herself. She thought of a solution in her mind.

Sati- Pitashree, this is such a wonderful news you have brought for me. But I have an condition.

Daksh- What is the condition, Putri?

Sati goes and picks the trident which was kept next to the Shivling. Daksh and Prasuti follow her to the room. She then takes it to the Sabha room and establishes it in the middle of the room.

Sati- My condition is that whoever pulls out the trident from here then I will marry that person. Do you agree with my condition, Pitashree?

Daksh- (with a tinge of anger in his voice) Yes Putri, I agree with your condition.

And then he leaves the room angrily.

Vikrama was sitting in the classroom alone and trying to study Marathi, which was kind of a hard subject for her. She knew how to speak it but giving test in that language was a bit difficult as she did not understand the grammar and hated to write long answers. She was trying to study the language while rest of the class was enjoying in playgroud except for one. Sarvacharya was hiding behind and peeking through the door frame to see Vikrama. He realized that she was in a lot of difficulty as she was weak in Marathi. He could not see her tensed. He decided to help her out.

The school got over and everyone gathered in Vikrama's house for snacks and discussion as exams were near. Vikrama took out her Marathi study materials and was sitting on the sofa, when she felt someone sit next to her. She looked up and saw Sarvacharya sitting next to her. She was a bit surprised but she didn't mind it.

Sarvacharya- Do you have any doubts in Marathi?

Vikrama- Heh?

Sarvacharya- Do you have any doubts in Marathi?

Vikrama- Yes, I have.

Sarvacharya- Then please allow this Nachiz to help you out.

Vikrama- (smiled a bit) Sure.

Then Sarvacharya started clearing Vikrama's doubt. After making her understand everything, he gave her an exercise to solve. When he looked he saw that Vikrama's mother was having a difficult time in bringing snacks and water for everyone. So he got up from the sofa and went to her.

Sarvacharya- Let me help you out Aunty.

Devaki- No, no it's not required.

Sarvacharya- Aunty, you require help to give it to all of the crowd.

Devaki- (Smiles) Ok.

He helps Devaki taking snacks and water for the people. Seeing this Vikrama smiles.