LakshMila- Their Story! [✓]

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Urmila's POV

Yes, I am cursing myself for behaving coldly with Saumitra but I have my own reasons. That demoness Mandavi is busy cooking stories on us both that we love each other. That is the reason why I stayed afar from Sumitra Nandan.

He came to care for me but I, like a stubborn and attitude queen pushed him far away. And now this cut. Firstly, I am not feeling good mentally, and added to that this physical pain.

Should I ask sorry for him? A thought crossed my mind. I started taking a scroll to wrote an apology letter but threw it away in a moment. If that demoness comes to know about it, then I am sure she will do something worse.

I then heard a knock on the door. Keeping the scrolls away, I went to check who it was and opened the door to see the queens of Ayodhya.

"Pranam Mata." I greeted smiling.

"How is your hand dear?" asked mother Kaushalya.

"It's better mata. Just pains a bit when I move it around or touch it." I said.

I made them sit on the couch and myself sat in front of them.

"You are making me so proud by your acts putri. Lakshmana explained how you had already fought with the demons. So proud of you!" Mata Kaikeyi carressed my cheeks.

"Thanks to prince Lakshmana. He saved me or else I couldn't have managed all alone!" I expressed my gratitude.

"Nevertheless, you stood up for your kingdom, not thinking about your own life which is one of the main quality that every princess should have." Mata Sumitra smiled.

"Take care of yourself, you can't run around with this wound of yours. So stay in your chambers only and take lots of rest." Mata Kaushalya said.

"But mata-" I tried to say but was interrupted by Mata Kaikeyi who said, "It's not an advice but an order!" 

Bursting to light giggles, I nodded my head agreeing to their order. The mothers' then left in a moment as they had to prepare for the next ritual. Before leaving, Mata Sumitra fed me the prasadam that they had brought in her own hands and carressed my hair murmuring "My daughter!" so affectionately. I couldn't help but smile at her words, thinking how lucky my elder sister Sita is to get such a lovely family.

In the noon, she called upon her sisters Mandavi and Shruthakirthi for a confidential group meeting. "Yes, you are right. A painting might work. She loves paintings!" Shruthakirthi said. 

The sisters had been in the room doing a confidential meeting about what to gift their eldest sister Sita who would get wedded and go to Ayodhya.

"I will order a set of simple yet elegant and royal jewelry set for her. I have design in my mind and I am sure she will like it." Mandavi pointed excitedly. 

"Kirthi, what about you?" I asked making a note.

"She always wanted the book Rani tarangini. It's not in the Mithila library but I got to know that the book is with sage Valmiki. So, I will get a copy from him!" she replied.

I smiled at the wise thought of my sister, she may seem innocent, silent but she clearly knows what she has to do and what is the best option. Our baby sister!

"Fine then, get back to your works but at the same time make preparations for the gifts. We will give it to her tomorrow after the pre wedding ritual." I said. Both of them nodded and left the chamber letting me with my canvas promising that they will not let our eldest siter to make an appearance in my chamber.

In 4 hours, I as done with two paintings. One of our 4 sisters and second one of our family. The result was not so bad. I just hoped she liked it. I cleaned the room and myself from the drops of paint and kept my canvas to the hidden corner of the room and retired down to check with the preparations. 

"She came!" I heard Shatrughna exclaim and everyone's attention diverted to me. I smiled and joined my palms in respect of the elders. As expected, Sita didi came to me to check upon my wound. She was so terrified when she saw it bleeding and had freaked out. 

"How are you now? I thought of coming to your chamber but these two didn't leave me at all!" she complained pointing at Mandavi and Shruthakirthi. 

"But we had a point that she might be resting. She was too much tired and if you go there, we would have also joined you and our never ending talks would have started." Mandavi retorted back wisely. Agreeing to her sister, Shruthakirthi too nodded her head in agreement. 

"Okay fine, leave this. I am completely fine. No worries. Tell me, what are the left preparations to do to start the first pre wedding ritual?" I asked.

"You aren't doing anything dear with that wound of yours." the king of Ayodhya told immediately.

"Pitashri, the wound will take a week to completely heal and I can't sit, doing simply nothing. I will be bored!" I whined.

"Dasharatha, let she do what she feels like or if her boredom starts, it will never get over." Pitashri said. 

Chuckling at his answer, I took the basket of flowers avoiding the gaze of the eldest Saumitra, and started to make garlands. We all sat in a circle singing at the top of our voice. It was not so lovely chorus but each one could feel the excitement in the voice and the vibration and that's what it mattered. 

Then started worst part for me, childhood stories! I had the most funniest childhood misspelling almost every word. For Ratha, I would say Thatha, Raja would become Maja, Rani would become Lani.

The saga continued with all our stories. Sita's stories were actually great and not funny, hearing her stories would make a small proud smile appear at all our faces. Shruthakirthi's pampered days were the best. Being the youngest of the family she would enjoy the love showered by each one of us. 

And Mandavi. We just had a week difference and we fought, fought and just fought. There was not a moment when we didn't. Her overprotectiveness was always there, though.

Later came the stories of the sons of Dasharatha. Rama's matured way of seeing situations, Bharata being pranked, Saumitras' fighting for the sweet dish. 

Mandavi, having her cheeky smile was staring at me when mata Sumitra told about Prince Lakshmana and Shatrughna. I simply didn't laugh or express more just because of her. if I by chance give one extra expression, this night too, I would have, have to hear her lectures about the eldest Sumitra Nandan. 

We laughed, laughed and laughed throwing flower petals on each other making fun of each other, laughing hysterically.

When Mandavi was not around, I looked at the eldest Saumitra, whispering a sorry and thank you. He probably understood and blinked his eyes accepting both my apology and gratitude. 

At dinner, I couldn't help but gaze at his charming face with his wide smile and our 2 seconds of eyelock. Mandavi nudged me and whispered in my ear, "At least accept the fact now!"  

I shaked my head involunteerly and a small smile creeped into my face.

Glossary

#Mata - Mother

#Putri - Daughter

#Prasadam - Sacred food

#Rani - Queen

#Tarangini - Book

#Didi - Elder sister

#Pitashri - Father

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