Suffered in silence ~~ Legend of Sumitranandans

The baby fiasco

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NOTE- The vanvas thing happened after 12 years of their peaceful stay in ayodhya, not the next day after they got married as shown in those serials. This incident is after 9 years of their weddings. Thank you.

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Sita sighed softly, resting her head on Ram's chest after a long day. The parents have gone to attend a wedding, which was initially supposed to be attended by Ram and Sita, but as Ram showed a slightest bit of disinterest in doing the same, The younger siblings dint leave a single chance to pester their father to cancel the plan of sending Ram and Sita. Hence, the king himself went with his queens.

Though Ram was a bit cross with his brothers for troubling father, he couldnt say that he was totally disappointed at their attempt. As much as a kind, loving, and dutiful prince he was, he dint particularly fancy attending huge weddings, neither did his brothers. 

The reason was, whenever they attend a wedding, the unmarried (At times even married) Princesses of various kingdoms try flirting with them and start drooling over their irresistible charm. And that would result in their wives growing uncomfortable. Therefore, the princes kept themselves away from these social gatherings as much as possible.

Ram stretched himself on the bed, pulling Sita closer to himself. The new rooms that his father had constructed for them was way too lavish than the old ones.

He still remembered the day when he and his Brothers had returned to Ayodhya with their brides' hands clasped in their own. Dasharatha had informed them that they (The brothers and their wives) would be staying in the eastern wing of the palace from now on, which was isolated till date. The whole royal family, till that time, had been staying in the western wing itself.

The eastern wing of the palace was constructed beautifully, just as the princes and princesses preferred. The four rooms were built in the middle of the palace, four of them having two doors each. One which opened to outside, and one which connected the room to a common room, which was shared by all of them. In this way, they could access to each other's rooms in case of any emergency. They had loved it all, and have been cherishing it since 9 years. It was their parents' love for them, afterall.

"Greetings to the prince and princess. Prince Lakshman wishes to-" The guard was cut off, as Lakshman barged in with Urmila right behind

The guard was just to alert them in case they were being intimate, or else, Lakshman never needed permission to disturb his bhaiyya.

"Parihar!" Lakshman commanded in a tone which was always foreign to his loved ones

They were given privacy almost immediately. Ram smiled softly at his brother and Sister, as they settled themselves near him and Sita. His brother was a person who was obedient and dominating at the very same time. Ram could seriously not believe sometimes that the person who Trained the soldiers of Ayodhya on daily basis in the weapon arena, and the person who pressed his feet devotedly every night was the same person. Even his voice dint match, Ram noted. Every time he passed a command to the soldiers, his voice is ice cold. Not a hint of any emotion audible in his tone, nor visible on his golden- hued face. But while with his bhaiyya, Lakshman was the most expressive and dramatic person alive. He would laugh, cry, smile, talk, and express himself without any sort of hesitation. Lakshman is the most complicated, the world said. But if one looked through Ram's eyes, his Lakshman was an open book. With an exterior of an unbreakable warrior and heart of a kid, Lakshman was anything but complicated for Ram. Lakshman never hid any of his feelings from him, and he hoped that would continue. Ram hated it when any of his loved ones his their emotions from him, least of all his Laksh. Ram was always a person who wished good for everyone around him, but he never asked god to give everyone a brother like Lakshman. Because that was nearly impossible. His Lakshman was unique in all ways, not a single trait was normal. His Laksh was special, a blessing he dint want to share with the world. His brother was gem of a person, Irrespective of what anyone said.