Little Joys- From The Epic Ramayana

Sweets- SiRa

"What are you making?"

Silence lingered, but the smile on Sita's face only grew more radiant.

Ram couldn't help but wonder why Sita always had this effect on him, making him feel like a child again. But it was a different kind of childhood, one where he was the elder. As a child, he was still responsible, navigating the demands, dreams, and mischief of the younger ones. But if you were to ask who the eldest child among the eight was, it would undoubtedly be Sita, contrary to popular belief.

"Please, tell me," he asked again, putting a childlike emphasis on his words.

"Attempting 'Shrikhand.' I don't know how it will turn out if you keep disturbing me like this," she scolded him playfully, much like a mother would reprimand her child.

Sita never truly shed her maternal instincts, and it made her even more endearing and dependable for others. "And amazing overall," Ram thought, gazing at her.

"I love this routine of midnight sweets. We should do this more often, like every day. What do you say, Sitae? Tomorrow, we can make some rajbhog together."

Sita sighed fondly and with a touch of surprise, and in the next moment, she rolled her eyes at the wide grin on Ram's face. Returning her focus to the almost finished dish, she felt content with her creation-it had turned out perfectly.

"Done..."

Before she could call, Ram appeared before her in an instant, his eager, childlike eyes reflecting his excitement.

Sita had lost count of the times she admired him, deep down loving every aspect of him. Ram in all his forms and phases was precious to her, and she particularly cherished those moments that were reserved for just the two of them.

Sita moved aside, creating space for both of them on the balcony swing, an extension of their own room. It was a little chilly outside, but in each other's company, they always felt a special warmth.

"Okay, now eat," Sita raised both her eyebrows, indicating her readiness.

Ram shook his head in mock despair this time. He knew Sita would never bow to his rules.

But Sita understood that in these moments, she needed to comply. Ram took the first spoonful and fed Sita, a gesture of gratitude that they had established over time.

He happily indulged in more spoonfuls, savoring the sweetness with pure delight. As per their tradition, he saved the last spoonful and offered it to Sita, a symbol of contentment and love.

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Hi all! 5-10 mins chapter. Absolutely Unplanned Writing.
Idk why :P
Good to see love still pouring in.