Lakshman and urmila's love story

chapter 15- Urmila is pregnant again

In the tranquil palace of Ayodhya, life flowed in a rhythm that echoed with the laughter of children and the whispers of history. The twin boys, Chandraketu and Angad, who were the living embodiment of their father's legacy, filled the royal chambers with their boundless energy. These six-year-olds, each bearing a striking resemblance to their heroic lineage, had unknowingly ignited the flames of curiosity and adventure within the palace walls.

One morning, as the sun's gentle rays streamed through the windows, Chandraketu and Angad embarked on a quest within their own chambers. Their mission? To find the arrow that Angad had playfully borrowed from his father's belongings the previous day. Their room turned into a treasure trove as they overturned cushions, peered beneath beds, and searched through every nook and cranny. With every passing moment, their concern grew, until they awoke their older brothers who had shared the room with them.

"Brother Luv, I can't find the arrow that I put under the bed last night before Mother came into the room," Chandraketu, his voice tinged with worry, confessed.

Luv's calm demeanor contrasted with the frantic energy of his younger brothers. "Did you check again, Chand?"

"Yes, and Angad is checking again," Chandraketu replied, his brow furrowed in distress.

Their efforts, however, seemed in vain. The arrow remained elusive, lost in the midst of their youthful escapade. Just as their worry began to take hold, a voice, soothing and maternal, rang out from the doorway.

"You won't find it under there, my darlings," Urmila's gentle voice interjected. She stood there, a serene figure, her presence comforting in the midst of their turmoil. "I returned it to your father last night. I didn't tell him who took it, but I will need to know the truth."

The twins exchanged glances, an unspoken understanding passing between them. In a harmonious chorus, they confessed, "It was me, Ma!"

Angad's admission was unexpected, a testament to the unbreakable bond that united them as brothers. In that moment, Urmila's heart swelled with both pride and empathy.

"Thank you for being honest, Angad," Urmila's voice carried a touch of gratitude. "Promise me that you won't take your father's archery equipment without permission. And Chandraketu, I know you want to protect your brother, but the truth is a bond stronger than deception. Promise me that you will always speak the truth."

The twins nodded solemnly, their young faces marked by determination and sincerity. "We promise, Ma."

Urmila smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of maternal pride and tenderness. As her sons rushed off to shower and prepare for the day, her gaze lingered on the empty doorway, a well of emotions swirling within her. There was something she needed to share with her elder sons, a piece of news that would forever shape their family's story.

Later that morning, as the aroma of a hearty breakfast filled the air, Luv and Kush entered the dining room with a glow of anticipation on their faces. Their radiant smiles did not go unnoticed, causing a ripple of curiosity among the family members gathered around the table. It was clear that there was a secret waiting to be revealed.

As Ram, Lakshman, and their brothers prepared to leave for their duties, Chandraketu spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of a significant revelation. "Pa, Bade Pa, and Chote Pa, Luv and Kush Bhaiya have something important to tell you."

Intrigued, the brothers turned their attention toward the young voices, waiting for the impending announcement. "What is it, boys?" Ram's curiosity was evident in his tone.

Luv and Kush exchanged a quick glance, their excitement palpable. In unison, they shared the joyous news that had been blossoming within their family for months. "Urmila Ma is pregnant, Chote Pa!"