The Inseparable Princes

41. Birthday

Important: This is a slight leap here, that of a few months. What I mean is that the trio has travelled to Panchavati, and I'll portray it like they stay here for the majority of the next fourteen years, until of course, the *spoiler alert* abduc.... Of .... Yeah, y'all know. So yeah...

Also, a disclaimer: This might be a messed up, not proofread, bad, illogical, factually incorrect chapter, but it has got happiness to it. I enjoyed writing it, but you might not enjoy reading the same.

★★★★★

"Happy birthday, Sita!" cried an ecstatic Rama, as he hugged his wife from behind. This was the first time he smiled wholeheartedly after all the successive tragedies that happened to them. "Turn around, now, will you?"

"Thank you, my love!" she said, smiling bashfully, before she stared into his lotus eyes, only to feel hypnotized by the magnetic, mesmerizing effect they had on her. "You seem so happy!" she said, pulling herself out of the hypnosis, as her expression suggested amazement.

"I am happy, yes, after a very, very long time," he said, his smile transforming into a slightly sad one, before it quickly became an excited grin again. "Come on!" he squeaked, pulling her along to the banks of Godavari, where they saw Lakshmana standing ready with a blindfold.

"Happy Birthday, Bhabhi!" he squealed excitedly as a child does on the birthday of his mother. "Here you go, Bhaiya!" he said, handing the blindfold over to his brother, who tied it around the eyes of a protesting Sita.

"Ram, Lakshman, you're both impossible! Remove this already!" she said, although she never tried to remove it herself, for she knew that a spoiled surprise was the last thing they wanted, already saddened enough, as they all were.

"Okay, you can remove it now, Bhabhi!" said Lakshmana, practically jumping, as Sita did exactly that. What she saw was magnificent! The sight made her stare at the creation, mouth agape, as she soaked in something as marvellous as that. Ropes were attached to a strong tree branch and below was a seat made of wood. Decorated with flower climbers actually growing around the ropes, the swing looked spectacular. Lakshmana was great at building things and that was known to all.

"Bhaiya, Bhabhi!" he called out. "Come -huff- here! Quickly,"

"Yeah, Laksh?"

"Bhaiya, this is the simple little hut that I've made. Yeah, it's not that great..." said Lakshmana. "You see, this is not perfectly symmetrical, a millimetre's difference. And of course, the-"

"Just shut up! This! This is not good? I mean, are you sure that you're mentally stable?!" asked Rama, amazed at the marvellous creation, but annoyed by the following behaviour as well.

"Yeah, I mean..." he started, trying to pin point enough flaws. "Ha, there. The kitchen is practically like a toy kitchen. It's so small. I wonder how more than one person can get in there, in case Bhaiya decides that you both will do some fun cooking, along with some lovey-dovey conversation. You know, chaand, taare, baag, phool, all that stuff!" he said, before the couple was blushing visibly, and he was chuckling at his success. "And of course, there is this little, I don't know, common area type thing, which is good for one person to walk through, only. And there is a room kind of thing, right there, which nobody will figure out that it's a room, unless informed,"

"Really, Laksh, stop that! The kitchen is perfect! It's lovely, I mean, what could be better than this? And it isn't even that small, I can use this very well! Thank you so much, Lakshman, it is beautiful!" she said, her hands clenched together and eyes twinkling excitedly.