SitaPate, MythiliPriya, JanakiVallabha Rama- A three shot (Completed) - Page 4

Originally posted by: goli030291

I am jumping on the bed in curiousity😆

Smugglers Have awesome writing skills i must say😆

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Such beautifully penned update😳

Excited for the nxt part😊

Originally posted by: Radhikerani

Such a lovely bunch of scenes! Everything is so perfectly handled! <3

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Fantastic shots Srutha😊

The conversation between Ram and Sita was beautiful❤️

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Wonderfully written update Shrutha! The best part of the entire Ramayana is Sita Swayamwar! You narrated it so beautifully. 😊

This is the third and last part of the TS. Do read and review :)

SITAPATE, MYTHILIPRIYA, JANAKIVALLABHA RAMA

The loud voice of Rajarishi Janaka silenced the entire hall, as they all gaped at the King. He was known as a gentle King, and for him to be furious was something unheard of.

"This is a Swayamvara!, roared the King, his tone indicating his anger. "You were invited to participate in an event, where a woman's future will be decided. Not to make a fuss about the condition. What breaks me is only one thing

The King's voice got choked and emotional, and he took a second to compose himself, before continuing.

"How there are so many warriors in this Sabha, and not one has been able to lift this bow. There is someone out there for my Sita, and none but He for whom she is born can lift this bow. I am highly disappointed and hurt that there is none here, said the King, now sitting on his throne, sad and deprived.

"But there is, Mithilesh!

Rama smiled lightly, and He knew what His brother will say. Knowing His brother, Lakshmana was most probably waiting for an opportunity like this. And Lakshmana will not let it go easily. He will get what he wants.

Rajarishi Janaka looked at Lakshmana, in surprise, even as Rama watched Urmila's face bloom as she spotted Lakshamna. That was a new romance He had to think of once this Swaymavara was over!

"Why do you fear, oh wise King, when the jewel of the Raghuvamsa is here?, asked Lakshmana, in a serene voice, very unlike him. "He is a lion among all lions, He hits a perfect target in archery, He shines with all the goodness of the three worlds, and the Divinity that only He can emit, He is the first-born son of Chakravarti Dasharatha of Ayodhya. He is my elder brother, who goes by the name of Rama!

"Lakshmana, said Rama, knowing He had to speak. "Shaant, brother. Shaant!

"Lakshmana is very right though Rama, said Brahmarishi Vishwamitra, now smiling at Rama and Janaka alternately. "You must try your hand at the bow. Who knows? Maybe you will win the Swayamvara and marry Rajkumari Janaki

Rama blinked in light surprise at His smiling teacher, who nodded and asked Him to proceed. He got up and handed His bow to Lakshmana, even as Lakshmana seated himself again by Brahmarishi Vishwamitra.

With a slight glance at the Princess of Videha, Rama bowed down and touched His Guru's feet. With the gait of a majestic lion, He walked towards the bow, His heart feeling His reverence for the bow increase with every second. He reached the bow, and almost gasped at its beauty and power, the very power of Lord Shiva radiating from it.

"You will lift and break the bow, and marry your Mahalakshmi?, asked Lord Shiva, shaking His head at Vishnu.

"Yess. Breaking a Shiva Dhanush has always been my dream, said Vishnu, an innocent smile on His face.

Looking at Janaki again, He looked at the bow, and folded hands in prayer towards the great Lord Shankara. Silently saluting His four parents and His Kula Deva, Lord Surya, He reached forward and touched the bow, now emitting a gasp as He felt its energy thrum in His hand. It seemed that the bow was made for Him. He gently felt for the bow grip, and lifted it, loving how light it felt in His hands. Almost as if holding a garland of flowers!

He took His time with taking the string of the bow, and placing His large toe on the lower edge of the bow, He reached up and strung the bow easily, a smile forming on His beauteous face. Feeling ecstatic, and filled with deep love, He threw Sita a look, and He heard the loud sound near His ears. He looked in front of Him, only to see the bow cracked right in the middle, and had broken into two halves. He blinked at it. Had He applied more force than necessary?

Meanwhile, a happy commotion was happening at the pedestal where Sita was sitting. He saw her mother, Maharani Sunaina hand her a garland of flowers, and she looked at Him, her golden face red with shyness and her readiness to garland Him. He could see her love from that distance, and He smiled. Their souls had already connected, and will stay so forever!

He gently placed the bow back on the dais it was on, and folded His hands, thanking Lords Shiva and Brahma for letting Him win the Swayamvara of Sita. His eyes saw Janaki, as she walked towards Him, every step like a swan, a beautiful smile on her shining face, indicating how happy she was that He had won. He saw the King approach Him, and His eyes shone.

"Mythili, my darling Janaki, Rajkumari Sita, garland this young man from the Raghukula, and consider Him as your All, said Rajrishi Janaka, smiling tearily. "He will be rejoiced as SitaPate, MythiliPriya, JanakiVallabha Rama all over the world!

Rama smiled tenderly, as Sita neared Him with the garland in her mehendi-filled hands. His eyes met hers, and He bent His head down, to meet her eyes, as she garlanded Him, her hands straying down the garland. And she slowly sunk to the floor, reaching to touch His feet. Rama's heart soothed with her touch on His feet. Gently lifting her up, He smiled at her, and both of them turned to get blessings from the parents of the bride and the Gurus present in the Sabha. He almost laughed as He saw Lakshmana and Urmila throwing each other deep glances. Lakshmana was someone different!

His eyes turned to meet Sita's, and He felt complete. Sita completed Him. She was His other half, His soon-to-be wife. He was sure His parents will love her incredibly. How could they not, when they see what she held for Him? He knew that all His parents wanted for Him was to have a happy marriage like theirs.

Still looking at Mythili Janaki, He silently made a promise to Himself, that He will have only one wife, and that will be Sita. None else can be her, and none else will take her place in His heart. She is His, and He hers. This was the life that He would lead!

With that silent promise to Sita, He gently smiled at her, as she was led away by her sisters and Sakhis. The next step of writing to His family had to be taken!

Filled with happiness, He and Lakshmana walked behind their Guru, side by side, returning to their chambers, springs in their steps. The day was filled with Love's game!