❝ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀɪᴊɪsᴀ. ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʟᴀᴍᴊɪ. ❞

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"Namah Parvati patye, har har Mahadev." A feminine voice rang firmly all over the sanctum of the temple. Echoing around the beautifully carved stone walls of the monument.

The words that simply meant 'Glory to the husband of goddess Parvati, lord Mahadev', were chanted back by the devotees present for the worship after her.

The tender rays of sun, just rising above the horizon, illuminated the ancient temple of Awadh in a soothing golden light. Awadh. Formerly known as Ayodhya, is the land of gods and deities.

The great Raghuvanshi lineage ruling it from the era of Raja Ramachandran, known as part of Lord Vishnu himself, was flourishing each day more and more.

The land surrounded by mountains, forests and waters was spread vastly making it an empire to behold. Equality, mutual respect and freedom of secularism were some of many qualities the land possessed.

The ever so loving and responsible king ; 𝑀𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑈𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑝 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ 𝑅𝑎𝑔ℎ𝑢𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖 was the current successor of Awadh's Suryavansh.

The magnificent Nar-nareshwar temple of Mahadev and mata Parvati present in Udaipur, the capital of Awadh which was named after it's current king, was bustling with hymns and prayers to the deities.

A beautiful lady clad in simple white lehenga bowed her head in respect in front of the idol of Nar-nareshwar. She offered veneration to the idol of the deities in front of her with utmost devotion.

The idol itself is the symbol of undying love and equality between husband and wife. The idol tells the story of when, Devadhi-dev Mahadev himself showed that his wife is literally his ardhangini.

The half body part of the idol is of a man representing Mahadev and other half is that of a woman, representing his wife goddess Parvati.

The lady lowered her thaal of worship in reverence to the idol and then took the blessings of the priest present. The priest who had known her for past many years, blessed her, "Saubhagyavati bhava Baijisa."

𝐵𝑎𝑖𝑗𝑖𝑠𝑎. The term used to address a respected lady. But it stuck to her in whole Awadh out of love.

Because no one knew her name. Only that her husband left her here in their small cottage of mud and straw with a verandah containing tulsi ten years back.

While he was fighting battle after battle along with their crown prince, their beloved Kuwarnsa. The borders were flourishing under him.

Her husband, who was known to be best friend of kunwarsa and his other friend 𝑃𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝑀𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑎, was not at all seen after that day when he left her here. She herself, was a young girl of few springs at the time.

When Pandit Chakrapani returned every two months to meet his wife and her dear friend 𝑆𝑎𝑢𝑏ℎ𝑎𝑔𝑦𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖, the news of her husband and his glory came with him for her and the villagers.

If not for Chakrapani, none would have even believed that she had a husband who didn't abandon her, or rather her husband was even alive.

Chakrapani himself was a scholar in vedas, astrology, shaastras and politics. Honorable member of the inner circle of their glorious crown prince.

But Baaijisa was not famous all-over Awadh as just the wife of a formidable soldier. Rather she was famous for her healing touch.

She was said to be blessed by lord Dhanvantari, god of medicine according to Hindu mythology. She knew ayurveda, medicine and even surgeries. She was well versed in shaastras and shastras. Even politics.

She was an example for every woman, and every man respected her. She knew how to cook, weave and all the other lady skills too.

She taught young girls about medicine, vedas and self defense. Also ran a hospital at a very minimal rate. Even high ranking army officials respect her medicinal skills.

The woman with the fairest of complex and honeyed orbs always contained a warm smile on her lips. Her stance of elegance and simplicity radiated her nobleness. People do believe her to be of royal lineage. But no-one knew of her origin.

She walked down the steps of the temples while giving everyone gentle smile towards her humble abode. She worshiped the shrub of tulsi in her verandah and entered her cottage where her friend Saubhagyavati was already present.

"Baijisa, the patients in the hospital are in better condition. Most of them are here after the war. Once again, Kunwarsa won the war and fort of Bundelkhand. There were not as many casualties but injuries are quite critical." Informed Saubhagyavati as always.

She nodded and replied, "Bhagya, I will handle the surgeries of soldiers while you can attain minor and major injuries. Ask Bharmanji to attend to the common public if any patient arrives," she commanded.

Sometimes Saubhagyavati wondered how marvelous it would have been if she would have been the wife of the crown prince, their Kuwaranisa. Instead of that materialistic woman.

As the wife of the best-friend of the crown prince, she had met the wife and chief of harem of kunwarsa. And she was disappointed to say the least. Before she could ponder any further she heard Baijisa's voice.

"So when is Panditji coming? Due to the war he has not visited you for the past four months," she asked.✍︎

"He is coming soon too Baijisa. And so will the news of your Balamji," she replied in a teasing tone.

Balamji simply meant husband. She just sighed without replying to anything. And nor did Saubhagyavati probed. Because this has become a common occurrence between them.

Sometimes she wondered how he was doing. Did he even remember her? It has been ten long years now. Maybe not. In the beginning, he sent the ration and necessities to her every month. But after she started her clinic, she declined any help for herself through letters.

The letters were the only mode of communication between them. All very formal and business related. He often assigned her tasks and accounts of his house and even the royal palace.

Or rather just the arrangements or on-looking of certain areas of newly captured regions by the kunwarsa every few months.

Now, the letters even have lessened since her mother-in-law had begun to communicate to her directly through letters and works.

Their addressing to each other was as formal as it can get. Bahuranisa and Sasumasa were the terms used for daughter-in-law and mother-in-law.

Though she never poked in his family's personal matters, her advices and inputs were always considered highly by her mother-in-law.

Sometimes there were some words of wisdom by her father-in-law too which helped her immensely when she was in dire situations.

But one thing she desired the most, was a moment with her husband. And the stars above were adamant to give her what she deserved, that was much more than what she desired.

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sʜᴀʙᴅ-ᴋᴏsʜ :- ᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ

ʟᴏʀᴅ ʀᴀᴍᴀᴄʜᴀɴᴅʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪsʜɴᴜ : ɢᴏᴅs ᴏғ ʜɪɴᴅᴜ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ.

ᴍᴀʜᴀᴅᴇᴠ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪ : ɢᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ʜɪɴᴅᴜ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ.

ɴᴀʀ-ɴᴀʀᴇsʜᴡᴀʀ : ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴀʜᴀᴅᴇᴠ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪ.

ᴀʀᴅʜᴀɴɢɪɴɪ : ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ sᴏᴜʟ.

ᴛʜᴀᴀʟ : ᴅɪsʜ.

sᴀᴜʙʜᴀɢʏᴀᴠᴀᴛɪ ʙʜᴀᴠᴀ : sᴛᴀʏ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs. ʟᴏɴɢ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.

sʜᴀᴀsᴛʀᴀs : sᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇs.

sʜᴀsᴛʀᴀs : ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs.

ʙᴜɴᴅᴇʟᴋʜᴀɴᴅ : ᴀ ғᴏʀᴛ.

ʙᴀɪᴊɪsᴀ : ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ.

ᴋᴜɴᴡᴀʀsᴀ : ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ.

ᴘᴀɴᴅɪᴛ : ᴀ sᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ.

ᴛᴜʟsɪ : ᴀ sʜʀᴜʙ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ʜɪɢʜ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ.