Suffered in silence ~~ Legend of Sumitranandans

Bhabhi- Maa jaisi

"No, not kaushalya Maa, if you ask me, bhaiyya. She is too soft, Ram bhaiyya will easily win against her" Shatrughan said, shaking his head, while Bharat kept on walking with head in his hands

"Then who, shatru? Lakshman has plainly refused to involve in this" Bharat asked, massaging his temples

Shatrughan looked up, a new idea forming in his mind. Ram bhaiyya never refused Sita bhabhi, did he? The brothers teased him often that he can never argue against his wife, but Ram bhaiyya always claimed that his Sita is always right, to which all of them used to agree in the end

"Bhaiyya, why dont we ask Sita bhabhi to persuade him? Ram bhaiyya simply CANT refuse her. Thats impossible!" Shatrughan said, mildly excited

There was a gleam in his brother's dark eyes that Bharat couldnt help but stare at and start wondering. Only if Ram bhaiyya returned, this gleam would ensure its permanent residence in those eyes. Only if Ram bhaiyya returned, Ayodhya can be restored to its former brightness totally. Only if Ram bhaiyya returned, they could try and recover the loss of their father. Only if Ram bhaiyya returned, Lakshman and Urmila could be together again. 

Only if Ram bhaiyya returned, Bharat will be bharat again.

Only if he returned, Only if he returned,

"Bhaiyya?"

"Thats a pretty good idea, Shatru. I-I'll speak to her" Bharat said

'More like put her in a mortal dilemma' He thought bitterly, but not having any other option

He would do anything at all to fix this problem, that, as he quite unreasonably thought, was caused due to him.

(Nanu brovamani cheppave, Sita amma thalli,
nanu brovamani cheppave......)x2
(Tell him (Rama) to have mercy on me, Mother Sita,
Please tell him to have mercy on me)

Bharat knocked on the door of the hut, and waited patiently for the permission to enter, his heart beating at a maddening rate. He had never felt this nervous before while talking to someone as easy going as bhabhi, but of course, he was never put in such an..... idiotic scenario, as he decides to describe it.

The door flew open, and Before him stood his Bhabhi, dressed as a hermit, not like the princess she was. He respectfully touched her feet, and Sita placed a hand on his head, slightly ruffling his hair.

"Live long, Bharat" She said, as he rose, shaking his head in denial

"If you really want to bless me, Bhabhi, then bless me with yours and bhaiyya's divine presence. That is all that matters to me" He said, joining his hands.

Sita's smile lessened. She should have expected this.

"Bharat, I am so sorry-" She started, but Bharat dint let her complete

"Please, Bhabhi, I beg you. Please tell him to come back"

(Nanu brovamani cheppu, Nari shiromani
Janakuni Kutura, Janani Janakiamma
Nanu brovamani cheppave, Sitammatalli,
Nanu brovamani cheppave)
(Please tell him to save me, O gem among women,
O The daughter of Janak, O Mother of all, Mother Janaki,
Tell him to save me)

Sita sighed, dejected.

"Thats his decision to make, Bharat. Not mine. I am really sorry, but I can do nothing about this, and frankly, I do not wish to interfere. Let this between you and your bhaiyya, right?" Sita asked, though she knew what reply she would get