~Samyukta~.::Dharam and Veer::.parts 1-41 - Page 4

Eventually after another short bout of debates; a minister stands up, bows to the royal family and then out of respect to the king's wishes, turns to ask Dharam humbly "Which aspects of the administration were you looking to start working in Rajkumar Dharam?"

Smiling to himself softly, Dharam replies "The Department of Revenue"

Immediately gauging how dangerous it would become to defraud and embezzle funds from the royal treasury with Dharam's presence anymore, Jaivardhan and Agni's state turs to one of pitiable despondency.

Observing nods of approval from the king and the remaining lords, the minister then turns to question Veer meekly "Which aspects of the administration were you looking to start working in Rajkumar Veer?"

Standing up with dignity; Veer clinches his sword, as he replies confidently "The Defence ministry"

The increasingly desperate Agni and Jaivardhan silently grumble on how difficult it would be to carry out dealings with corrupt commanders and defiling soldiers, with Veer's involvement henceforth.

Receiving the consent to proceed, the minister finally turns to query Agni slowly "Which aspects of the administration were you looking to start working in Rajkumar Agni?"

Shaken by the unfavourable happenings in the assembly, Agni takes a while to stand up and barely manages to stutter a reply "T... the... R...Revenue...m...ministry"

Aryanagar, the palace – The records and revenue chamber

Partially lit by the irradiant sun's rays penetrating through the ornate windows and partially by the glimmering brass oil lamps, the extensive room harbours a reddish hue in the form of silk paintings, velvet seats and the dark wood shelvings adorning it. Amidst hundreds of monumental ebony shelves housing records in the form of crude papers, scrolls and mighty bound books; the comparatively smaller figures of the prince and the tax minister crouch over the paraphernalia, scattered on the floor in the deserted room. A direct implication of the humoungous efforts that the prince had invested in studying the records, Dharam gapes intermittently at various neatly penned entries in numerous sizable books spread open on the low desks around him.

Frowning deeply; Dharam shakes his head over and over again and then looks up at the tax minister disapprovingly.

The anxious minister replies in a defensive tone "Rajkumar Agni used to praise my accounting abilities time and again..."

Smirking to himself, Dharam interrupts "Mantriji... I am not surprised he would. In the past three days alone, I have found so many discrepancies in these records...some of the taxes levied on the Shramiks are simply excessive...is this what the assembly had decided upon..." Upon receiving no reply from the agitated man; Dharam exhales angrily, before again delving into the scrolls to reprimand the evil group in silence "Jai chacha…for how long have you been embezzling money from the treasury in this fashion...the accounts have been doctored so well that faults are so difficult to detect... additionally; these ministers have been quietly agreeing to all your misdeeds, out of fear... and Pitaji has been trusting all these crooks ... I must show all this to Pitaji…if possible, before the annual assembly meeting."

The grim prince becomes shortly distracted, as a small yellow leaf surprisingly finds its way on to the pages of a book. Unperturbed, Dharam takes the leaf and throws it away in order to continue studying the registers around him. In a few moments another leaf again floats onto the pages of another book, catching Dharam's attention. Grabbing the leaf; Dharam spins around to detect the hushed cackles of Veer and Bhalla, from behind.

Sensing temporary relief in the form of Dharam's distracting company, the worried minister requests "Rajkumar Dharam... shall I take your leave now?"

The flustered Dharam stammers, as he tries to recompose himself "N...n...no"

However; Veer quickly overrules Dharam's order, as he responds to the relieved minister "Yes... yes... you may take our leave mantriji... you have been working so hard for three days now... you deserve some rest..."

Wasting no time; the tax minister springs from his seat to scamper out of the room rapidly, unable to face Dharam's inquiries any longer. Observing the minister's exit, Dharam folds his hands and stares irately at Veer, waiting for an explanation.

Discerning Dharam's stern expression, Veer explains in a low teasing note "You have been so busy, you didn't even hear the guards announce our entry... you don't realize this Dharam... but you have become very dull... lacklustre... boring..."

The docile Bhalla adds "Yes"

Glaring at Bhalla, Dharam mutters sarcastically "Thank you" the irritated prince then quizzes Veer rigidly "Have you done your duties for today? Have you looked into..."

Holding his hand up to stop his brother, Veer replies chirpily "I am far more efficient than you judge me to be...I finished examining the new arsenal today...I have checked the old stocks too...The commander of Raipur gaon is arriving in the afternoon... I shall be showing him around the capital, once he arrives... but if not, everything else is done... I don't neglect my duties like you, Rajkumar Dharam…"

Bhalla supports Veer proudly "Yes"

Sighing deeply in annoyance at Bhalla's answers, Dharam then asks Veer furiously "What do you mean? What duties have I neglected?"

Sitting beside the puzzled Dharam, the frisky prince nudges him "Rajkumari Siya..." noticing how Dharam's face mellowed at the mention of the name, Veer continues "The princess of Niphaud helped us so much... she showed so much concern all through... and you didn't even thank her…"

Flashing a soft yet superior grin, Dharam corrects him "How could you think I wouldn't thank her? I sent her a long letter thanking her for her help with the war… but I have not received any replies yet..." observing Veer and Bhalla's disgusted frowns, Dharam resumes explaining himself "I mean...I thanked her for the war... but... and... I expressed some feelings... I mean love... I..." realizing he was mentioning more than necessary, he pauses "Anyway, that is personal... why should I tell you both..."

Breaking out into fits of cough, Veer jests his nave brother "Oh God" he coughs "Someone please" he coughs "Someone please teach this ignorant prince…"

Taking the cue, Bhalla drops down to the ground and starts coughing out loudly too.

Following the hint, Bhalla adds "Yes"

Fathoming what his brother was suggesting, Dharam refuses modestly "Oh…Veer…her parents will also be there... I don't know... her mother might not...no... no... it would be very disrespectful..."

Swirling around animatedly; the mischeivous Veer kneels on the floor in front of his brother and cries out theatrically "Be brave Dharam... if not at the shrine, surprise her by whisking her away... meet her secretly ...thank her..." placing his hand on his forehead; Veer then touches his heart in histrionic fashion, as he blurts out "She shall be so happy..."

Bhalla nods "Yes"

Chuckling at their charade and embarrassed by the thought; Dharam tries to beguile Veer by enquiring playfully "By the way, why are you so desperate about going there Veer…" he pauses "Is it because Daksha might be there too?"

OSR SAMYUKTA PART 24 - Veer saves Sakshi and Shera

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Aryanagar, The tribal basti (settlement)

Gradually approaching the brightest segment of the morning emitting its fiery warmth on the congested settlement; the pre-occupied inhabitants discharge various chores of their profession in full swing. Heedless of the deafening rackets of frisky children involved in games and quarrels; the older ladies continue to hammer hot alloys, skilfully wield sharp instruments and cool ornate weapons in designated corners of the colony.

Watching her interactions with Dharam and Bhalla; Aryavardhan realizes the girl to be a general acquaintance of the princes. Not knowing what further to make of the situation; the king then smiles at the girl, before dismissing her off gently.

Following the king's orders; Shera begins pacing in the opposite direction till she crosses paths with Veer, irately tugging his horse towards the royal assemblage.

Briefly stopping in his tracks; he grits his teeth in anger and whispers "I ordered you to leave, didn't I?"

Maintaining her tranquillity; Shera answers in a hushed tone "Once everyone noticed me standing beside you; if I had run away…it would have looked more disrespectful and caused awkward speculation…explain your situation to them Rajkumar Veer…don't worry …you have done a good deed and your family shall be proud of you..."

Stifled by her wise explanation and how the girl speeded away soon after, without awaiting a response from him; Veer becomes irked. Instantly burying any evident desire to look in the direction of the fascinating girl for even a moment, the stern prince proceeds to rejoin his family.

Silently treading towards his brother to inquire about the baffling reason behind the entire family's presence at the boys' private meeting area, Veer momentarily notices Dharam's downcast and annoyed disposition. Distracted from his thoughts by the king's presence; Veer then turns to face him, as he is questioned "Veer... I hope you have a sound explanation for publicly riding with a Shramik girl in the streets of Aryanagar. By the way, what took you so long? I heard that your meeting was over long ago. We have been waiting here for quite a while now."

Nodding his head to acknowledge Aryavardhan's concern; Veer commences to construe all events that occurred ever since he left the Raipur Commander and how the appalling episode had to be dealt with. Listening to the quick narration; Dharam's gloomy temperament experiences a wave of appreciation in regard for his brother's achievements, while the proud queens and remaining onlookers listen in awe.

As he concludes his account; Veer observes the curious expression on his mother's face and aware that she was about to quiz him on the girl, explains hastily "This Shramik girl was all alone...she had missed her tanga... there were no guards in sight... hence, I offered to help her out..." quickly changing the subject, he enquires with uncertainty "By the way, what happened? Everyone gathered here...is this procession off to some place?"

Having restrained her excitement so long; Swathi reacts to Veer's doubts, by finally stepping out of her palanquin. Exchanging broad smiles; she pulls Nivritti along, as she approaches Veer in order to update the confused prince in exuberant enthusiasm "Dharam informed me this morning that the three of you were planning to travel to the Gomathi Pashupathinath temple, as it is Chathurthi tomorrow. We were startled to find our children becoming more religious and responsible than us...hence, we decided to join in too...it has always been a wish of mine and Nivritti's to visit that temple with the entire family...and all of us could spend some time together on this journey after many months...mount your horse quickly...we need to be there by early tomorrow morning!"

Chattering aloud; the queens walk back to their conveyances, while Veer feels sorry for his brother, now aware of the apparent reason for his dejection. As the prince ascends his horse, the brothers exchange sorry glances; flustered by the unexpected event further complicating their already risky plan of meeting the princess of Niphaud.

Embarking on the long journey towards the borders of their kingdom; the well organized baronial throng travel from the crowded capital in the direction of the pastoral Aryanagar outskirts. Onlookers watch as the subsiding rays of the crimson setting sun highlight the gilded trimmings of the chariot, the shiny cloaks adorning the horses, and the golden embellishments of the palanquins; parading the streets. Besetting the nobility on either side; armed soldiers marching at the fringes, ensure that fervent commoners stayed a safe distance from the lordly array. Discussing political issues with senior soldiers attending to him; Aryavardhan simultaneously mulls over developments to the serene rustic sights fleeting along, occasionally waving out from his chariot, to enthusiastic subjects on the streets. Accompanied by cheerful maids strolling beside on foot; the queens who are smugly seated on lush cushions in their respective palanquins, discuss and debate with their maids about the amazing sights passing by.

Gradually tiring of the leisurely progress of the trip so long; the mischievous Veer shares a plan with the willing boys to pester the unfortunate queens as a source of amusement. Trotting alongside the palanquins; the playful brothers relentlessly eavesdrop, quote and mock the queens' trivial gossips with their maids, eventually vexing the women with their ridicule and remarks. After repeated pleas to be spared; the princes pityingly leave behind the frustrated mothers and their giggling maids, to gallop ahead with Bhalla.

Following a long while of silent riding; Veer indicates to the tardy procession behind them and then laughs in disbelief, gaping at the placid Dharam and Bhalla "I still can't believe that you both could not think of even one excuse to slip away to the temple for a night... Dharam, could you not come up with any simple pretext to leave by yourself?"

Pondering to himself briefly, Dharam concedes in a low tone "For so long have I been looking forward to meet Rajkumari Siya... now with the whole family here, I am actually hoping that I don't meet her...in fear that she...fearing that all of us might face trouble!"

Amused by the adorable Dharam's complaints; Veer and Bhalla jointly attempt to mute their hearty chuckles, before Veer reassures his brother comfortingly "Do not worry Dharam... if Rajkumari Siya is indeed there, I am confident that you would be able to meet her, without any issues raised..." he pauses to ridicule him "I am sure I am capable of coming up with something, unlike you..."

Peeved by Bhalla's sniggers and his brother's gibes; Dharam sports a teasing grin and avenges his insult, by swapping the subject "All prideful of your abilities and your prowess Veer... and then you break your promises whenever it suits you... you promised me that you would not associate with that blacksmith girl again…however, this is the second time you are breaking your promise to me, for her…"

His chirpiness instantly tamed by the remark; the irked Veer replies evasively "Trust me Dharam …I would not have helped her if it was not a matter of life and death..."

Astonished by how provoked his joyful brother seemed at being queried about the blacksmith girl; Dharam nods his head and then turns to Bhalla for a reaction, only to find him not paying attention to their exchanges. Surveying Bhalla's despair; Dharam signals to Veer and both the curious princes hastily investigate to find their friend sadly gazing at a crowded food stall, stocked with mouth watering refreshments.

As the brothers chortle to themselves; Dharam feels sorry for their friend and takes the cue to address his father aloud "Pitaji, would it be all right to take a break any time soon? We are all famished..."

Perceiving his son's requests; Aryavardhan surveys the increasingly scanty outskirts of Aryanagar and the dim horizon dissolving the final rays of the sun and decides to halt in the vicinity, for the night. Following specific orders meted out by the king; the procession is finally terminated near the periphery of a large patch of sparse woodland.

Aryanagar, Woodlands near the borders of the kingdom

The serenity of woodlands is temporarily transformed to a bustling hive of activity as attendants diligently co-ordinate with each other to erect numerous royal tents, while palanquin bearers transport regal trunks into the respective baronial shelters. Supervised by the queens; the preoccupied maids scamper around to organize for the family's feast in the chief tent, by arranging the elaborate dishes packed beforehand. The exhausted Veer attends to the soldiers endeavouring to restrain and feed the troop of royal horses, while Dharam and his father oversee the security in the immediate locality.

As the hectic preparations for the short night draw to a gradual conclusion, the fatigued attendants and palanquin bearers, joined by the sentinel; proceed to refresh themselves at the now crowded well and food stalls, a short distance away. Watching the attendants walk away; Dharam quickly approaches one of the men and hands him a few coins from his pouch, to fetch a few of Bhalla's favourite delicacies from the stall, on his return.

Distracted by the maid's announcement summoning him for the evening meals; Dharam then paces back towards the large tent, to join his family. Noticing his brother still occupied at directing the two amateur soldiers tending to the horses, Dharam quickly signals Veer to join them as soon as possible and then proceeds inside the tent.

On entering the makeshift accommodation; Dharam smiles at the pleasant faces of his family members resting on lavish cushions in anticipation of the princes' arrival, while the maids scrupulously lay the plates and dishes. Gladly surveying the array of delicious items of food being placed on the fancy golden plates, Dharam takes his seat next to his friend. As maids begin serving the food, though overjoyed at observing the delectable plethora; Bhalla remains primarily reticent in answering any of their usual questions.

His attention eventually caught by the incessant monosyllabic answers of his friend; the concerned Dharam asks Bhalla softly "Bhalla... you have been very quiet since this morning... are you fine?"

The plump boy turns to the prince and replies calmly "Yes"

Smiling comfortingly at Bhalla, Dharam informs him of the favourable tidings "An attendant will be bringing you your favourite snacks from the food stall any moment now...we can all start eating once Veer is here... so cheer up... all right?"

Bhalla smiles and replies courteously "Yes"

Frowning at his friend's antics, the unconvinced Dharam questions him again "What has happened to you...you have been behaving like a parrot since morning...yes yes yes yes!"

Nodding his head in the negative; Bhalla hangs his head down in dejection, while the remaining monarchs in the dwelling, stare at him in wonder.

Worried for his friend; Dharam prods on "Why this silence Bhalla? What happened?"

Reflecting to himself for a short period; Bhalla recounts sadly "Because of Veer's orders" while Dharam and the remaining crowd become amazed, Bhalla continues "Sleepy... hungry... or tired...Veer told me that the only words I am permitted to speak until tomorrow are 'Yes' and 'No'... apparently he was very frustrated by my groaning in our last trip to Niphaud...hence, he mentioned that if I don't submit to his orders, he wouldn't allow me to come along to Gomathi Tirth"

Taking a short while to grasp the situation; everyone in the tent ultimately bursts out into fits of laughter at the boy's innocent confession, while the chuckling Dharam advices Bhalla "Silly boy...Veer has just been bullying you...feel free to annoy him how much ever you want to... what about all the trouble he gets me into time and again..."

Grinning at the extent of Veer's frolicsome nature; Swathi looks around and then quizzes the boys "Talking of which, where is he...all of our dishes are getting cold..."

The enjoyable ruckus in the tent is interrupted, as the dashing young prince zealously arrives at the scene to rejoin his family.

Comprehending the impatience on his family's faces at having endlessly waited in front of their cold dishes for his arrival, Veer explains the cause for his delay "I... I... cast a general glance around outside...to ensure that everyone is comfortably settled and has made provision for both their dinner and later" wasting no further time Veer rapidly approaches his restless friend and hands over a well-wrapped peepal leaf parcel to him, as he adds "Bhalla an attendant outside handed this to me... I am sure it's for you..."

On noticing his plate garnished with all the delicacies; the starving Veer realizes how famished he was and rubs his hands in glee, as he hurries forth to take his place.

Just as the hungry family are about to begin eating their first mouthfuls, Nivritti asks Dharam eagerly "Dharam; is there any particular reason that you both have been so enthusiastic about visiting this temple for Chathurthi, all of a sudden... I have never seen you both exhibit this ardency at visiting any temple prior to this..."

Taken aback by the abrupt doubt; Dharam briefly glimpses at the alerted Veer and then conceals his uneasiness to elucidate confidently "B...bua w...with the terrible situation of the coup...with everything that happened during the war...Veer was missing for so long... hence, I had resolved in my mind that if everything returned to normal, both myself and Veer would visit the temple to perform the Sankasthi Chathurthi Vrat..."

Impressed by Dharam's newfound abilities at inventing excuses; Veer flashes a covert admirable smile to his brother, which Dharam returns with a proud ostentatious grin.

Just as the pleased princes are about to delve into their first ambrosial morsel of food, Swathi jolts the royal throng by exclaiming "Sankasthi Chathurthi Vrat! Dharam! You did not tell me that this morning. Do you even know what it is? It's a fast performed from one moonrise to the next. You should offer your prayers tomorrow morning, eat only the Lord's Prasad and then in the evening take your meals. If you both sincerely want to thank the Lord for your success and achievements, you should not take your meals and instead fast from now..."

The colour begins to drain from the face of Veer as he weighs the possibility of spending an entire night and day in ravenous hunger. Gradually raising his head up; he glares furiously at Dharam for forcefully involving him, in his ineffective plans.

Instantly perceiving his brother's wrath as a result of the unexpected developments; the guilty Dharam wears a desperate expression imploring apology to his brother and then quickly tries to make up by stammering in Veer's aid "Fast? A...all right...ma... if you say so... I shall do it...however, it was I who took this resolve...but V...Veer can eat, can't he...let him...he had no idea about all this...he is after all the youngest ..."

Eyeing the brothers' interactions, the unhappy Nivritti takes the older prince to task "Youngest? He is not a small child...why do you jump to his support for everything Dharam... nothing shall befall him if he has fruits and milk for one night...after all both of you jointly fought the war and achieved everything together..." she pauses to try and console Veer "It is all right Veer... you can have any number of fruits and plenty of warm milk... the fasting and prayers are after all for your own good..."

Shortly following the unpredicted events and its myriad of confused exchanges; the maids are ordered to take away the brimming plates of the princes and replace the same with bountiful fruits and warm milk. Watching his untouched sumptuous meal being taken away from his sight; Veer discerns how all remaining members, including Bhalla enjoyed their grand feast with all its accompaniments, quietly.

Exhaling deeply in a bid to repress his irritation, Veer requests sternly "Ma... can I at least have my almond milk?"

Feeling sorry for her hungry son, Nivritti admits affectionately "We did not bring almond milk along... we are travelling only for a night... you should learn to adjust dear."

Woefully listening to his mother's unwelcome rationales; Veer looks at the small plates of sour berries, modest fruits and a small pitcher of bland warm milk, placed affront. Frowning at the remorseful eyes of his brother; Veer quietly gulps down the unpalatable food, making no further fuss.

Aryanagar, Woodlands near the borders of the kingdom – Veer's tent

Heaving his exhausted self to his left on the soft bedding; Veer tries to think of his victorious practise sessions at the Gurukul, to drown the rumbling noises emanating from his sparsely filled stomach. "Yes! Rajkumar Veer...the undisputed master of the sword... fastest rider of horses...no fasting... fasting... fasting...Oh Lord! Dharam had to drag my name as part of his bright ideas... what am I supposed to be fasting for...no...Veer...try to sleep..."

Slowly listening to the expected increase in baritone in the snores resounding from Bhalla's tent to his left, Veer smothers his ear with his velvet pillow and grumbles "Niphaud or elsewhere…whenever it comes to Rajkumari Siya, I always end up hungry and sleepless ...Veer this was all your idea to begin with...so just endure everything with a smile... the day shall pass!"

Hardly recovering from the bouts of bothering agitations plaguing him in the midst of the night; Veer gradually begins to hear soft noises that resemble muffled voices, originating from the accommodation to his right. Apprehending the voice to be his brother's; he wonders about cause of the disturbance. In no later than a few moments; the worried Veer pushes away his brocaded covers, seizes his faithful sword from atop the ebony chest and stealthily leaves his tent into the chilly wilderness. Hurriedly dashing through rustling leaves and twigs; Veer at once discovers the absence of any soldiers guarding his brother's chalet and apprehensively approaches the solitary shelter.

Cautiously peering into the dark cosy tent from the profound depths of the night; the anxious Veer tightens the grip around the hilt of his sword. After a few moments of absolute stillness except for the ceaseless chirping of fervent crickets; Veer finally tiptoes inside, keen to inspect the source of the noises.

Through the obscure lighting, just as he barely detects a tightly huddled figure at the far end of the tent; Veer becomes shocked by the message being expressed "Rajkumari Siya... having received no letters from you, I was worried... constantly wondering if everything is all right...but who could I express my worries to...who should I confide in... Bhalla would never understand...and Veer well he is just Veer... insensitive..."

Already fatigued by the busy day ridden with a medley of unexpected events; the rueful Veer rubs his stinging eyes and glares at his brother's subconscious rebukes of him.

Blissfully unaware of the presence of his exasperated brother, Dharam continues with his sentimental confessions "Siya... I miss the very sight of your beautiful eyes... the allure of your enticing smile... the feel of your captivating aura... I wonder if you know how much I love you..."

Infuriated; Veer continues to clench his sword, as he angrily grabs a plush cushion from a divan nearby and plunges through the darkness to vindicate his troubles. However; as he is about to strike the ignorant prince with all his might, he is abruptly stopped by a rigid voice from behind "What is all this...who is Dharam referring to?"

Swiftly turning around; Veer is taken aback by the demanding frown on the face of his aunt, glaring at him.

Observing her blank expressions; Veer hastily realizes that she had failed to grasp the babble that Dharam was uttering and stammers in an attempt to break the silence "Swathi mami...y...you...here...all alone...at this time of the night!"

Immediately dismissing the two prying maids standing behind her; Swathi speaks up in a grim tone, after they leave "I couldn't sleep in this lonely place...and then I heard voices coming from Dharam's tent...so I came by..." pointing towards her son enjoying his reverie, she adds "Was Dharam mumbling in his sleep? I have never seen him do that..."

Nodding his head; the frustrated Veer sighs aloud, as he thinks to himself "No it seems like he only mumbles when dreaming of Rajkumari Siya..." lost in his own notions; Veer unwittingly shares some of his thoughts with his aunt "N...no mami...it seems like he only mumbles when he is immensely sentimental about something..."

Shocked by Veer's statements, the queen enquires worriedly "Sentimental...about what?"

Arriving at his senses; Veer stutters for an explanation "A...a...about...Aryanagar...he has been affected by everything that happened off late... hence the oath...the temple visit..."

Nullifying Veer's silly justifications, Dharam resumes his incoherent mutters "Anything ... anything at all to do with you...I shall cherish..."

Mystified by Dharam's surprising admissions; Swathi queries further "What does he mean? Cherish...?"

Attempting to fend his brother; the cornered prince deliberately misinterprets the sentences "I... I... think he means anything to do with Aryanagar he shall cherish... mami ...you know Dharam......he is very patriotic after all"

Obliviously thwarting the desperate efforts of his brother, Dharam persists "The Ganesh idol... the heartfelt Prasad...the prayers..."

Letting out an uncomfortable giggle; Veer verifies "I... think h...he is referring to his Vrat...the prayers to be offered to the Ganesh idol at the temple...the Prasad...he is very devotional by nature..." he pauses "Mami, why don't you proceed...I'll take care of this!"

Unable to believe Veer's reasoning; the mother waits there stubbornly, as Dharam continues to narrate his illusions "The beautiful scrolls..."

Raising her eyebrows; the irked queen questions "Now what... beautiful scrolls!"

Thoroughly exasperated by Dharam's persistent recollections; Veer frets defensively "H...he is possibly referring to the hundreds of scrolls in the records and revenue chamber he was working on, before leaving Aryanagar...it is his dedication to work..." gauging her sceptical stares, Veer concludes "I am not lying mami…anyway don't pay any heed to what he mutters in his sleep... it is generally nonsensical..."

Letting out a deep sigh; the weary queen eventually decides to the leave the tent, after warning Veer of her suspicions "If I find out that either of you were concealing something, you will end up braving a very unpleasant side of mine... keep that in mind!"

Following a very meek nod of approval from the prince; the queen casts a final stern glance at the ecstatic Dharam and then exits the tent to get back to her accommodation.

Relieved at the departure of his aunt; Veer ultimately manages to extract his revenge by hitting the cushion on his brother's head to wake him up. The horrified prince immediately gets up and takes a few moments to decipher that the dark shadow standing beside him was that of the fuming Veer's.

Alarmed by the rude awakening; Dharam adjusts his ruffled hair, as he demands angrily "What is this? What happened Veer? What are you doing here?"

Enraged by the interrogation, Veer chides his brother in reply "What am I doing here? Stop talking to yourself in your sleep... I just... just went through hell because of you..."

Under the impression that his brother's insolent behaviour was probably due to hunger and disturbed sleep, Dharam advices him out of genuine regard "All right...all right... but Veer why do you exhibit such temper off late...you need to control your temper..."

Recalling all the unnecessary miserable agonies that he underwent the entire day, due to his brother; Veer becomes furious by his innocent advice. Throwing the cushion at his brother; the young prince storms out of the tent, leaving behind a perplexed Dharam.

Gomathi Tirth and GomathiPashupathinathTemple

The proud sun barely begins to flaunt its infantile glowing beams, as vast crowds commence to flock the holy grounds of the temple on the auspicious day. The majority of the fervent devotees begin their religious ceremonies by following the shaded leafy pathways leading to the old stone steps cascading into the tank. Following the legacy of taking a brief plunge into the resplendent waters of the temple tank in order to wash off their sins; the populace then move towards the actual grounds of the temple to continue with their worship. Unmindful of the commotion caused by the pilgrims of various classes and kingdoms; the monarch of Aryanagar maintains his eyes tightly shut, as he performs his oblations in the knee-deep chilly waters, along with the two excited princes.

Despite possessing sincere intents of observing the devout rituals with his father; Dharam finds himself encountering and battling with unfamiliar distractions and feelings. Amidst the course of his prayers; the thrilled prince suddenly realizes "My! My! Of the numerous lustrous devotees encompassing me this very moment, she could actually be one..."

Abruptly switching back to concentrate on the Lord; he recites the holy chants in keeping with the devotional aura surrounding him. After many such pious moments; the incognizant prince gradually senses a quick flutter as he ponders on the thought of their meeting "How would I even manage to meet her amidst such massive mobs of people? If I do, we would be seeing each other for the very first time...ever since we actually confessed our feelings to each other..."

The dutiful Dharam again ceases his thoughts to forcefully draw his attention back to the rituals for a brief while. As the prolonged religious verses terminate, Dharam begins to wonder "She doesn't know about my presence at the temple here...what would her first reactions be, on noticing me?" he pauses "What about her parents... how would they respond if they saw me here..."

Snapping out of his trance with these final realistic reminders; Dharam gives in to his oscillating state of mind and opens his eyes, only to discover the distracted famished Veer and the drowsy Bhalla surveying the busy sights around them. Concluding the religious rites; Aryavardhan offers the last few flowers from his palm into the waters with a bow and then beckons the boys, as he starts ascending the cold steps. On reuniting with the fervent queens and their maids at the top of the tank; the heavily guarded royal family expend no further time and proceed along with their maids, through the lengthy crowded venerable passages.

Walking as a group towards the temple grounds; the Aryanagar family reach a cramped turning in the pathways, when the two princes simultaneously wink at each other, to signal dashing ahead through the swarms of people. Exchanging affirmative nods; they immediately grab the laggard Bhalla, playfully wave off to the remainder of their astonished family and disappear into the crowds; intentionally abandoning their family and the dutiful soldiers behind, in their hunt for the princess of Niphaud.

GomathiPashupathinathTemple – The shrines

Watching the astounding spectacle amidst the glowing lamps, of a splendorous towering white Ganesh idol adorned with gold, crude rubies and perfumed flower garlands; the three lively young men remain momentarily speechless. Their short devotional bliss of viewing the Lord's beautiful form is rudely shaken when a boisterous family shove the princes aside, in order to be able to gain a clear view of the deity. Hurriedly realizing the purpose of their visit and their lack of time; the princes scour through the populated sanctum amongst perennial queues of devotees, while still endeavouring to conform to the norms of the temple. The brothers desperately seek any signs of the princess or her friends, simultaneously watching out for the Niphaudi monarchs; while Bhalla expectedly collects the Prasad from the distributors and stores them safely in his bag, unheeding of the ruckus around him. As they arrive at the end of their short quest, the princes notice the irate pilgrims glaring at them for constantly drifting around and obstructing the passages to the shrine. Glancing for a final instant around the chamber in vain; the trio are forced to proceed to the next shrine where they repeat the same process.

After having gone through numerous sanctums with no success; the desperate princes reach the main shrine of the tranquil Lord Pashupathinath, echoing with divine notes sung by devout priests. After offering a brief prayer to the breathtaking black basalt idol; Dharam and Veer search for any signs of the princess' entourage amidst the huge throngs in the melodious ambience, while Bhalla continues to collect every variety and kind of Prasad that he can lay his hands on. Eventually having completed their long tiring tour of the colossal temple through sanctums both small and large, less congested and more; the exhausted royals become dispirited at finding no sign of the princess.

The eager expectations of meeting his girl waning into a slow void; Dharam strives to conceal his immense disappointment and maintain his nobility, as he mentions casually "Veer... no sign of her anywhere... do you think they might be yet to arrive..."

After offering the carefully stashed Prasad to his friends; the pessimistic Bhalla shakes his head sadly, adding to Dharam's woes "I think that they might possibly not be visiting the temple today. We could have misread what Rajkumari Siya stated in her scroll."

Tapping the gloomy Bhalla on the back of his head to shush him; Veer then comforts Dharam, aware of the deep regret in the tone of his voice "Don't worry Dharam... don't lose hope... we still have a short while before we return to Aryanagar..." keenly munching the Prasad and the sweets in a bleak attempt to satisfy his hunger, Veer continues mumbling "Anyway, all it would take is a disguise to re-enter the palace of Niphaud...we can mount our horses this very moment and ride off to meet her... "

Smirking at the adventurous Veer's impractical ideas; Dharam tries to distract himself from the disheartening thoughts crowding his mind, as they reel through masses of people to approach the top of the indefinite train of temple steps.

Suddenly distracted by Veer's hard slams on his back; the confounded Dharam turns around to realize that the lively prince was actually pointing downwards to a far corner of the temple grounds, a long distance away from the flight of temple steps.

Slowly perceiving the presence of an assemblage of stationed foreign soldiers encircling two opulent stationary palanquins and a golden chariot, parked in a shaded corner; the elated Dharam becomes notably flushed, which Veer notices with a mischievous grin.

Still unable to come to terms with his euphoria; Dharam smiles to himself, as he confirms "Yes the Niphaudi retinue is here...it is indeed their emblem on the flag..." he pauses to ask Veer hesitantly "Did they just arrive...or did we not notice them on our way to the temple..." the excited prince continues without waiting for Veer to reply "No... the royal family does not seem to be there...the chariot and palanquins are empty...they must have arrived a while back...my... this place is too crowded to notice anything...we must have missed sighting them due to the hordes of people inside...she is possibly still at the shrine of Lord Ganesh...her favourite deity..."

Giggling at his generally placid brother's enthusiastic barrage of suggestions; Veer turns to look back at the shrines and teases him aloud "I don't know...maybe...Dharam, I could dart into the temple once again and check...why don't you patiently wait down at the temple grounds till I do so and come back to let you know..."

Abruptly startled by an unexpected frightful yelp uttered by their fidgety friend; the two joyous princes discern the reason for his conduct when they manage to spot the sizable luxuriant regal throng gliding up through the crowded temple stairs. The brothers' initial shock deepens at the realization that the anticipated presence of the Niphaudi monarchs with their extravagant fringe of soldiers and maids, was devoid of the desirable presence of their splendorous daughter with them.

After peeping many times over to ensure that the princess was indeed not a part of the plush array; Veer notices the brief enthusiasm on Dharam's face again fading away. Gauging the hostile party's increasing proximity to them, Veer quickly advices the wistful Dharam "Come on...let's dash back inside the temple...now that we know that Rajkumari Siya has indeed not arrived here...we should not wait here any longer..."

Grabbing Veer by his hand to stop the fleeting prince; Dharam refutes his opinion "No Veer! We have not done anything wrong. If not today, I would have to face them some day anyway…they are after all her parents. If confronted, we would show them respect."

Though initially hesitant and worried about the consequences of Dharam's decision; Veer eventually submits to the dignity behind his brother's intentions and the two royals quietly follow Dharam, as he takes the difficult route down the temple steps confidently.

Having been occupied in discussing the important rituals of the religious ceremony with her royal priest so far; the radiant queen holding her silk veil, fails to notice the boys descending the steps in the opposite direction. Gradually distracted from her parley by loud whispers from her curious maids; she glances up to catch sight of the princes amidst the devotees traversing all over the steps and stops in her tracks. Observing the sudden halt in progress and the profound desolation and rage shrouding his queen's charming face; Janardhan looks up in dread to detect the presence of the princes there.

Sensing that the royal family had taken note of them; Dharam buries his anxiety and decides to advance towards the shocked crowd, in order to exhibit his regard for them.

Watching the princes folding their palms with a pleasant smile as they come to face with Siya's parents; the appalled entourage remain motionless for many tense moments, unaware of disgruntled pilgrims cursing them for blocking their way.

Observing the curt response to their greetings from the displeased queen, the admirable Dharam begins conversing "Maharaj...Maharani...as you are not very far from Aryanagar now, why don't you stop over at our palace...and give us the pleasure of your company."

Just as the king is about to return the courtesy, Siya's mother bluntly interrupts his greeting "Rajkumar Dharam, please do not don a mask of such innocence...acting as though nothing has happened. You are aware of everything...I hold you responsible for the turmoil in my life now and for the irresponsible actions of my daughter…do you know how soured the relationships between Chatarpur and Niphaud have become…"

Her outpours far harsher than they expected; Bhalla stares helplessly, while Veer feels pained by the accusations directed at Dharam in front of an extensive audience.

As Veer pats him supportively; Dharam strives not to take offence at the outburst and patiently waits for the lamenting queen to pause, before he reassures her "Maharani… I assure you that during our stay at Niphaud; I never intentionally said or did anything to sway, promise or influence your daughter that would make her change her decision…"

Invariably partial to his daughter's preferences and now increasingly impressed by Dharam's behaviour and disposition with every passing moment; the king speaks up at his earliest opportunity "Yes my daughter takes her decisions independently ...she is perfectly aware of how to differentiate between the favourable and unfavourable..."

Amused by the unforeseen remark in praise of Dharam; Veer and Bhalla attempt to stifle their giggles, while the queen glares angrily at her husband, in order to silence him.

Gauging their sentiments; Dharam sighs heavily, as he guarantees the frustrated mother "Maharani…I understand your frustrations...in future I shall try my hardest never to do anything that would make you unhappy…"

Taking advantage of his statements, the queen cynically questions Dharam "Then what were you trying to achieve at the temple today? Why don't you leave from here now?"

Irked by the queen's impudence; Veer tries to speak up in support of his brother, but the aggrieved Dharam stops him from doing so. Unable to watch Dharam being insulted and feeling powerless to do anything to help, Veer closes his eyes and turns away.

Having silenced the prince, the sad queen swings around and proceeds to ascend the steps followed by her retinue; unwilling to face Dharam any longer. However; in spite of having been victorious at the confrontation by expressing her resentment, the queen of Niphaud feels an inexplicable sense of gloom and despair still haunting her emotions.

Glimpsing at the party receding towards the temple; Bhalla whines aloud "In Niphaud... Rajkumari Siya insulted us at the temple... you did not allow me to speak anything then …now the queen offended you for no fault of yours...you still remain quiet."

Overhearing their dialogue; the queen briefly finds herself feeling a baffling sense of guilt, which she tries to brush away, by assuring herself that her actions were indeed warranted. Stubbornly refusing to look back or acknowledge the comment; she persists on her way up, till she again discerns the gentle voice of the insulted prince, behind her.

Already struggling with an overpowering medley of confused emotions; the annoyed mother turns around and screams aloud "What more do you want Rajkumar Dh..."

While shocked devotees stop by to glare at the sight of a royal being screamed at; the aghast queen swiftly stops, as she notices Dharam handing over a gold chalice to one of her maids with a formal mention "I think that this fell down from one of your plates..."

Even before the impolite mother could distress him with any further response; the prince completes the deed without looking in her direction and then resumes descending the long flight of steps rapidly, followed by an immensely heavyhearted Veer and Bhalla.

Watching the handsome hurt prince disappear through throngs of devotees into the hubbub of the large temple grounds, the king reprimands his wife quietly "This is nothing apart from ego...you are letting your conceit hinder your daughter's happiness… initially, even I was not happy with Siya refusing her proposal…but judging by her description of his qualities and now seeing him in person; I'm marvelled by her choice!"

Extremely displeased with his wife's treatment of the prince; the monarch sternly advances towards the shrines, unheeding of the resolute mother's muddled emotions conspicuously transforming into streams of tears.

GomathiPashupathinathTemple – Shrine of Lord Ganesh

The festive brilliance on their faces still impaired by their annoyance at having been recklessly deserted by their sons; the queens attempt to enter the shrine of the Lord, while the soldiers strive to keep the dense mobs away from the retinue. Inundated by swamping pilgrims shoving people rudely; the disgruntled Aryavardhan, Swathi and Nivritti frown at the improper conduct, until they casually catch sight of another set of soldiers guarding the vicinity. Briefly pondering about the origin of the sentinel; they eventually manage to enter the sanctum where the exhaustion and aggravation on their faces immediately melts at the very sight of the mesmerizing white idol facing them. Watching the chief priest sincerely perform the religious ceremonies; the three royals fasten their palms and shut their eyes respectfully, to offer their heartfelt prayers to the overpowering idol. After a short while; the tranquil Swathi opens her eyes to receive the flowers from her maid and manages by chance to catch sight of another breathtaking view in the same shrine. Hurriedly distracting a puzzled Nivritti from her prayers by nudging her; Swathi points towards the glistening retinue.

Silently observing the ravishing girl praying to the famous deity; while flanked on all sides by her lustrous friends decked in their finest attires, the two queens slowly allow themselves to be hypnotized by the vista of the engaging spectacle. Unwittingly attracted to her luminescence; Swathi and Nivritti awe at her perfect fair features and beautifully braided locks that stand out from her draped purple silk apparel, implicitly matched with brilliant diamond jewellery. Suddenly more concerned about the beautiful girl in their presence than the prime rituals progressing in front; the inquisitive queens impatiently wait for her to open her eyes, to find out more.

No sooner than the girl eventually awakens from her trance to beam enticingly at the statue of her cherished Lord; Swathi asks joyously "Dear child...where are you from?"

Her attention now caught by a pleasant voice questioning her; the girl turns to discover the noble family standing beside her.

Briefly surprised by their presence; she smiles gently and then proceeds to reveals her identity "I am Rajkumari Siya…only daughter of the ruling family of Niphaud... Maharaj Janardhan and Maharani Gauri …"

Increasingly pleased by her noble heritage and the familiarity of her kingdom; Swathi and Nivritti don't even attempt to conceal their happiness, while Aryavardhan opens his eyes on hearing the familiar names and smiles courteously at the new acquaintance.

Detecting her gradual curious glances in response, the gladdened Swathi informs willingly "We are the ruling family of Aryanagar...I am Maharani Swathi... this is Rani Nivritti" pointing to the king, she concludes "Maharaj Aryavardhan..."

Blood suddenly rushing to her face, as she realizes the significance of the company that she was standing in front of; the crimson-hued Siya briefly finds herself unable to even hear the drone of Nanda and Daksha's thrilled whispers behind her. Unexpectedly blessed with such overwhelming delight; the princess wonders to herself if the family were accompanied by the company of the princes too.

Gauging the ravishing girl's dazed state; the mystified Nivritti explains "Actually we have arrived with our sons...they had vowed to observe the Sankasthi Chathurthi Vrat..."

Barely able to restrain herself from squealing in excitement; the exhilarated Siya giggles to herself, as she realizes how the boys had used the message in her scroll to make up an excuse to visit the temple. Having had no hope of meeting her man in the foreseeable future; Siya's happiness knows no bounds at the new developments, which the excited Nanda and Daksha observe joyfully. In an impulsive moment of attachment; Siya bends forward to touch the feet of the three royals, as her way of showing regard to her prince's family. Her silent amused friends observe the initially surprised monarchs of Aryanagar eventually welcome the sweet gesture of Siya to bless the girl wholeheartedly.

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OSR SAMYUKTA PART 26- The lovers finally meet…

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GomathiPashupathinathTemple – Temple tank

Silently seated on the topmost step of the busy temple pond; the sights of commoners offering their prayers, women arguing over petty matters, excited children splashing each other droplets of the chilly waters or even the heat of the blazing noon sun fails to garner a reaction from the handsome prince clad in red finery. Waiting to be rejoined by his brother and family; the disturbed royal contemplates over various elements of his perturbing conversation with the queen of Niphaud, a short while ago. Pondering on his inconclusive outlook for the subsequent future; the dazed Dharam debates between following the etiquette and decency required of him after such circumstances, against his deep-rooted feelings for the alluring essence of his princess' angelic nature.

Approaching the steps of the temple tank; Veer sadly observes Dharam's forlorn state for a few moments, before treading the rugged crowded flight, to join his brother. As he quietly takes his place beside Dharam on the thoroughfare, Veer notices how his brother was battling to mask the gloom inside him and sympathetically places his arm around the older prince's shoulder.

Following a short period of absolute silence between the siblings in the noisy locale; the desolate Dharam picks a lifeless pink hibiscus lying at his feet and throws it into the ruffling waters, as he asks Veer with a sad smile "Where were you all this while?"

Continuing to stare at the steps, Veer replies in a low tone "I...I was having the remaining bits of Prasad, collected by Bhalla...as I was really hungry" letting out a heavy hearted sigh after a few moments, the determined prince finally stutters to concede with his brother's notions "I agree with you Dharam...you were right...probably, we should not have come here in this fashion... I... mean... dealing with wars and battles are more straightforward...family and emotions are delicate issues...completely different realms..."

Briefly reflecting on Veer's statements; Dharam nods his head, as he resigns to his guilt and unsure destiny "Yes...Veer...when Maharani Gauri has come here to pray and hope that her daughter's engagement should go forward with the prince of Chatarpur as planned, she would indeed feel that my presence here is inopportune! I feel culpable, as this is not the appropriate way to meet Rajkumari Siya." he pauses "Have you heard of the saying...cursed are the children that attain their means by hurting their parents…"

Turning away as a mark of despair; Veer rubs his forehead sporting a sad gaze, as he eventually consents "Yes...that is true...we would never allow our mothers to be hurt in such a way...how could we do the same to someone else's…"

Surprised by the daring Veer's mellowed yielding to the matter; Dharam gapes at his sibling's dull visage affectionately and then pats his brother's hand to cheer him up "Veer...we can only hope for the positive...everyone's fate is pre-determined by the Lord, including mine...let's give this some time to settle...and be patient and honest in dealing with the matter…"

Retracting his arm from Dharam's shoulders spiritlessly, Veer concludes by inquiring in morose vein "Does this mean that to justify decency and ethics you would be able to go on without meeting or writing to Rajkumari Siya hereafter... are you going to try to..."

Unwilling to answer Veer's sensitive questions; the dejected Dharam evades the issue with stern conviction "I didn't mean...anyway, I am not in a state of mind to answer all this now..." he pauses to change the subject with a more affable tone, as he observes the passing crowds "Ma, pitaji and bua would have finished visiting all the shrines and should be here any moment now... we should proceed towards our horses...and depart to Aryanagar as soon as possible..."

Standing up with a profound frown to exhibit his helplessness; Veer briefly stares at his silent brother and then exhales wistfully, as he walks away from the scene.

Suddenly; the seated Dharam finds the harsh glares of the sun's rays on his painful temple, disappear by the welcome shutting of his heavy eyes by a petaline palm.

Undergoing a slow escalating sense of elation at the familiarity of the touch and the gentle jingles of brushing jewellery; the prince attempts to restrain his increasingly racing heart for a short while, before he knowingly insists "What! Who...who...who is this..."

Hearing a gradual multitude of chuckles behind him; Dharam breaks out into a soft smile, instantly realizing what had been transpiring, without his knowledge.

As the soft palm retreats from his eyelids; the excited prince slowly looks up to see the outline of the Niphaudi princess' profile delicately carrying her prayer tray, shadow the distant yellow sun behind her. The emotions from his recent distasteful experiences distorting into hazy disarray, Dharam relives the exhilaration of gazing at the beautiful girl in stunning purple attire with partially damp silky braids cascading down her shoulders. Unconcerned by the reality of prying glimpses from curious fleeting devotees, the speechless royal stands up to face the nervous girl. In sudden realization that meeting eyes with her man at their first encounter was anything but easy, Siya unintentionally responds to his magnetic gaze, by looking away.

Distracting the enchanted pair with a few forced coughs; Veer draws their attention towards himself, as he announces with a rigid frown. "Dharam come on... the horses are ready... let us leave..."

Following no reactions to his assertions even after a short while; Veer grabs Dharam's hand with a hard clasp and pulls him along as he ascends the steps, away from the surprised princess. Smiling out of abashment; the meek Dharam repeatedly tries to withdraw his arm, while Veer continues to tug him along by reminding him of his recent vows "We should not have come here... you said that you do not need to meet her... let the Lord decide your fate...come on...we need to get back to Aryanagar...we have work!"

Gradually surveying how Veer was adamantly adhering to his ongoing charades; Dharam retracts his hand firmly, as he warns him with a grin "Veer... enough... let go of me..."

Subsequently releasing his brother's hand; Veer folds his arms and stares at the silent pair with a victorious frown, as he demands "At least some gratitude for this selfless person who underwent unimaginable torment in order to make you both meet..."

Watching Dharam's response in the form of an embarrassed smile of gratification; Veer chides his brother playfully "After having faced thugs and ruffians yesterday, I travelled for an entire evening to reach this locality...only to learn that I was to spend a hungry sleepless night...did you think I would bow to fate and remain silent like you Dharam?"

Having silently viewed the amusing display so far; Nanda and Bhalla break out into fits of laughter at Veer's statement, while the noticeably awestruck Daksha slowly loses her smile at the knowledge of the torture that her ravishing hero had undergone.

Provoked by Veer's amicable taunts, Dharam corrects his brother with a smirk "You know that I was not just remaining silent to admit defeat Veer!"

Shrugging his shoulders, the frisky prince replies nonchalantly "I know I know... you were only acting gentlemanly...all high and mighty..."

After a short friendly banter between the boys; the royal party slowly start ascending the temple steps in order to move towards a more reclusive spot. Just as Daksha overtly takes her place close to the unstirred Veer, making the bold prince very uncomfortable; Siya holds on to her religious articles and silently keeps up, enjoying the entertaining tiffs amongst the two brothers and the enamoured Daksha's boisterous reactions to them. All through; in spite of his petty squabbles with Veer, the protective Dharam casts many concerned glimpses at the quiet girl walking beside; which don't go unnoticed either by Nanda or the exhausted Bhalla, following them. Shortly reaching a secluded leafy corner of the temple grounds; away from inquisitive glares, the boys become aware of Siya's placidity so far and finally turn around to face her, in hope of receiving some response.

Watching their reactions; Siya eventually musters her courage and looks at the Aryanagar royals, as she begins to narrate her side of the story to the willing audience "I met Rajkumar Veer in the temple by chance... he explained everything to me in detail.. I request all of you not to mind ma's behaviour. She is hurt by my actions and hence unable to overcome her ego." she pauses "Coincidentally, I also met your family in the shrines. Even though they don't know me, they were very sweet and welcoming..."

Seizing her opportunity to entertain the spectators, particularly Veer; Daksha adjoins, even before Siya could stop her from doing so "Rajkumar Dharam, do you know what Siya did... why...she even shocked your parents by falling at their feet..."

Taken aback by the enjoyable yet touching information provided by Daksha; all the three boys smile at the bashful Siya, pleasantly surprised by her newfound fearlessness.

Observing the princes' teasing gapes; Siya attempts to divert the topic by turning to Veer, in order to enquire about him "R...R...Rajkumar Veer… how are you feeling now? Were the herbs I sent you effective? Have you recovered completely?"

Raising his eyebrows; the dramatic prince responds with an obedient bow "Your highness...firstly; please address me by my name, Veer…by now, I think you have at least this right over me... secondly; I did take your highly effective herbs and I am absolutely fine now. Thank you for showing me such regard!" he pauses thoughtfully "By the way Rajkumari Siya, when do you plan to come to Aryanagar…I am deprived of any attention at home and once you do, I can bask in the glory of the concern that you would shower me with...besides, both of us can team up together and trouble Dharam!"

Giggling to himself at his brother's characteristic overstated monologues now directed at Siya; Dharam watches quietly, as the unaware girl ponders over Veer's question and meekly replies to it "C...Come to Aryanagar...It all depends on ma and pitaji…I don't think that they might stop over at Aryanagar now...but...in future...we might visit..."

Interrupting the innocent princess by taking a few paces towards her; Veer whispers in a tone only audible to Siya "When I meant come to Aryanagar... I meant permanently… where I would actually be referring to you as 'Bhabhi'…not Rajkumari Siya…"

Unacquainted with this extent of mischievous teasing; Siya blushes and giggles uncontrollably at the relentless jests, primarily because of the presence of Dharam, while she exclaims back to Veer "My Lord...what...you...R...Rajkumar Veer..."

Grinning naughtily, Veer shakes his head to rectify her address "It's Veer…Veer... not Rajkumar Veer..." abruptly noticing the amplifying threatens in Dharam's smiles owing to the playful harassment of the young princess, Veer continues on a humble note "All right Rajkumari Siya... I better take leave of both of you now, so that you would be able to save some time and some of those smiles for my brother... before the Niphaudi or Aryanagar families come looking for us..." he pauses to conclude "If I don't, Dharam would definitely have the better of me..."

Listening to Veer's exaggerated claims; the patient Dharam finally becomes aggravated and walks up to Veer menacingly.

Instantly slipping behind Bhalla, Veer grabs his friend by his shoulder and hauls him away from the scene, as he mutters aloud "Bhalla, this is why I mentioned that we are now braving the effect of Kalyug...after everything I did for him, he drives me away..."

Laughing profusely at the young prince's remarks and pranks; both the joyous Nanda and the spellbound Daksha leave the vicinity of the couple, to follow the boys faithfully.

Abashed by the sudden departure of the vivacious crowd, leaving them to a few priceless moments of privacy; Siya and Dharam strive to conceal their awkward smiles. Looking ahead; the cheerful prince indicates towards a narrow stone pathway that seemed to be leading towards the rear of the crowded temple grounds. Still coming to terms with the reality that they were enjoying the presence of each other's company; Siya returns Dharam's endearing glances with a coy smile and then confidently enters the isolated passage with her prince. Endeavouring to cease the embarrassing silence; the fascinated pair begin their warm conversations by updating each other on everything that happened after the princes' trip to Niphaud. Experiencing exultant happiness throughout their casual stroll; Siya daintily continues to hold on to her silver tray, while Dharam majestically walks along with his hands behind his back.

During the course of their chat; Siya suddenly discovers a soft tow from behind and alerted, swings around to find that the embroidered threads in the fabric of her skirt had lodged into two twigs buried amongst the stones. Supporting the prayer plate on one hand; the princess angles over to try and remove the ensnarled threads with the other.

Watching Siya struggle with her poise; Dharam offers her politely "Shall I hold the plate for you?"

Receiving an immediate affirming nod from the preoccupied girl; he takes the large tray from her and waits calmly, as she persists with disentangling her firmly embedded attire. Her initial efforts at trying to dislodge the threads without damaging her skirt, result in her loss of balance and she unwittingly holds on to Dharam's palm to steady herself.

Finally succeeding at freeing her garb; Siya unhappily stares at the ruined portion of embroidery; while Dharam becomes increasingly aware of how her tender palm was still resting on his. Receiving her tray from Dharam; Siya woefully looks up at the prince, in resentment of her damaged brocade. However; on observing a charming smile from him in return instead, she abruptly realizes that she was still gripping his hand.

Pacifying her nervous self; the timid girl immediately attempts to recall her hand, but is stalled in her act, as Dharam stares at her elegant fingers studded with diamond rings and asks her confidently "For a few moments, you innocently placed your hand in mine for support..." he pauses "Would you mind, if I take your hand in mine forever...to support and love...will you be mine... Rajkumari Siya..."

Alarmed by the unforeseen proposal from the reserved prince, Siya feels her body become numb with anxiety and not knowing how to react remains motionless for a while. Watching her reactions; the dignified prince apprehends that he was possibly being too forward for comfort and releases her soft palm, gently.

Gauging his waning smile; Siya comes back to her senses and in a spontaneous moment of attachment, takes back his hand to put hers into it, as she replies with a choked voice "Have you got your answer Rajkumar Dharam?"

Aryanagar; the capital – At a blacksmith's

Amidst the welcome surrounding uproar of the constant clanging of metal, intermittent sizzling of hot rods being dipped into water and the ceaseless chatter of talkative older members; the tranquil girl briefly observes the commotion of busy tribe members traversing up and down the sunny backyard of the narrow shop. Indulged by the normalcy of the familiar sights and content by her simple noon meal; Shera smiles to herself, adjusts her red cotton veil and her scant bangles and then tilts a stationary mud pot to wash her attractive hands and face. As the refreshing water trickles down the warm skin of her hands, the diligent girl gradually becomes engrossed in charting out her duties for the remainder of the noon. Savouring her few such delectable moments; Shera proceeds to wipe the droplets of water off with a spare cotton cloth, but is distracted from her muse by the hurried scamper of an old lady behind her. Abruptly alerted by the reality of stealthy instructions being frantically whispered into her ears; the appalled girl turns around. Surveying the heavyhearted expressions of the frail woman at having provided her unwanted tidings; the sensible girl smiles back comfortingly. With no time to spare; Shera quickly straightens herself by adjusting her attire, bids the lady farewell and then rushes out from the locale of her shop to meet the person awaiting her.

Consciously anticipating the imminence of unpleasant exchanges; the veiled girl passes through short pathways of hot dusty streets to reach an isolated corner in the area, where she discerns the presence of her father standing beside the tall personage of the disguised prince. On reaching the spot, even the vigilant Shera becomes briefly startled at the blunt actions of Agni, who turns around with a dreadfully menacing glower to front her. Watching the extent of wrath in his eyes; she stares sceptically at her intimidated father and then turns back to face the prince, silently thanking the Lord for not having had to face the infuriated Agni, all alone in his chamber.

Striving to conceal her apprehensions; Shera receives him with a modest greeting "My salutations... Rajkumar Agnivardh..."

Not letting her complete her courtesy; Agni barges forward in a wild tone "I cannot keep coming to this rotten place over and over again…I am the prince of this kingdom ..." suddenly aware of a few commoners staring from a distance, Agni lowers his baritone, as he continues fuming "Spoilt by the leniency I impart you time and again... what audacity you possess to have four of my friends imprisoned...four Aryavarts... you lowly ignoble Shramik! How long do you think it would take for me to have them released... they shall be walking the streets again tomorrow..."

Having rightly adjudged the cause of his vehemence; Shera decides not to succumb to his ferocity and replies with stern assurance "Rajkumar Agnivardhan...are you not aware of what happened to me... yesterday; for no fault of ours, those men were about to kidnap and...and...and..." unwillingly recollecting the events of the previous noon; the lone girl finds herself unable to complete the sentence and rapidly concludes "Hence they were taken in for questioning..."

Brushing away her despondence with an uncaring smirk; Agni replies haughtily "Yes... yes... yes... I know...so what... there is no need to create such a big fuss about it..."

Discovering new depths of viciousness and malice in the prince with every meeting; Shera suppresses her emotions to add "Your very friends that I have helped spy for, were standing there ... just one word from them would have sufficed to save me...but they were least concerned about helping me out…instead they joined the remaining crowd to participate, enjoy and cheer the sight…wouldn't I..."

Maintaining his selfish stance; Agni interrupts her harshly "What do you expect me to do if my friends did so... I choose not to interfere in their personal stories anyway..."

Knitting her eyebrows, the pained girl returns his brutal behaviour with a sly remark "I apologise Rajkumar Agni...the only reason I explained all this was because you profess to love me...I was wondering if you might be interested in knowing the details...that's all!"

Deliberately ignoring the validity behind her reactions; Agni alters the course of their conversation, by reverting the blame on her instead "Always finding time to complain about petty matters, don't you...have you done anything about your assignment yet... have you found out anything about that revolutionary girl Sakshi and her family... ever since I let him know, pitaji is desperate to know why Veer was protecting that Shramik family...what was Veer protecting them from... did Veer and the family know about the revolts…we need time to frame Veer and the family for all of these ..." escalating the severity in his note, Agni continues "You have not discovered a single thing yet... not a single shred of information...you inferior Shramik..."

Unperturbed by the resolute silence as the only form of response from Shera; Agni continues to reflect on the recent unfavourable spate of events in his life to express his affright with angst "Ever since Dharam and Veer have started monitoring the taxes, revenue and defence; resources for myself and pitaji have become parched... the annual assembly is going to take place, as soon as all of them return from the temple…if I loose the post of being chosen as next heir to Dharam, can one imagine what would happen!"

Withdrawing from his sordid contemplations; the prince returns to his intensively fierce disposition, as he warns the benumbed Shera conclusively "I have informed some of my other spies too... but you are the closest to them and the most able of the lot...I expect you to come up with at least some incriminating information soon... if not, I shall personally ensure that you are thrown back to those very men who wanted to have a piece of you..." he ends his intimation by notifying the shocked girl "I have ordered Tasha and your Baba have an eye on everything you do..."

Watching the prince and her father exchange pleasant nods of approval before the evil royal departs from the scene; Shera apprehends her dignity and self-respect being crushed, as she feels forced to swallow her ego one more time.

Having remained voiceless so long; the old father comes forward to pacify his daughter in meagre attempt "Don't take his outburst to heart Shera…he was probably facing a lot of troubles at the palace today…"

Patting the girl's hands formally; the selfish Sardar leaves his daughter behind to proceed on his way, displaying absolute indifference to her grief and insensitivity to her woes.

Discerning her father's horrendous unruffled attitude despite the gravity of the matter; the girl gradually uncovers that her sound senses were being paralyzed by agony. As the ghastly words and the terrible actions of both her father and the wicked prince revolve around in her hazy mind; she fails to even notice a lock of hair blinding her dismal eyes.

Watching her faltering father leisurely disappear through the scruffy lane; the anguish in her transforms into disgust which slowly evolves into maddening rage, as she ponders on the repeated banes in her life "My damned existence... doomed with lusty villains like Rajkumari Agni and his friends, who feign love with immodest glares whenever they want to use my skills and then throw me away like spoilt commodity whenever their tasks have been fulfilled... cursed with squandering lethargic men like baba who require my presence only as a means of settling debts, not caring for how I was used or how hurt I was in the process... riddled with worthless vagrant ruffians like Tasha and his friends whose only aim is to derive pleasure from every injury that I get..."

Looking up at the blazing skies, the tortured girl questions the only person who truly ever cared for her "How much more can I take ma...how much more do I have to hurt...ma why did you leave me all alone in the company of such people...how can you sit back and watch all this happening to your daughter silently ...how much can I withstand...is there anyone who would be able to redeem me of this suffering...is there any genuine man left in this world at all...no..."

Her pained thoughts gradually nullify, as she unexpectedly recollects how the young prince had rescued her from the calamity the earlier day and the lifeless Shera reviews to herself "No noble man...possibly apart from Rajkumar Veer...despite the misunderstandings I deliberately caused him, he helped me..." slowly proceeding to recall how in her prior confrontation with Veer; Dharam had advised his brother not to openly reprimand a girl, Shera continues to add "And Rajkumar Dharam...he respected my honour despite my misdeeds... and did not even have me imprisoned, ignoring problems caused by me as mere pranks..."

Suddenly amused by her ironic state of affairs; Shera begins sniggering at herself, as she admonishes her fate aloud "Ananya...the only genuine men that you know, you are now plotting against...and you are putting up with this vicious deed...but, why..."

Unexpectedly distracted by a racket of playful noises in the otherwise calm street; the girl looks up to notice the hubbub raised by a small group of fatherless children from her tribe, chasing each other as part of their frolicsome games.

Having got an answer to her questions, she collects herself, as she pacifies herself boldly "To keep these children alive..."

GomathiPashupathinathTemple – The temple grounds

Having set out to relax amidst the populace of weary devotees brimming the sultry temple grounds; the awkward group of four spot a singular unoccupied stone seat, a long distance away. Not wanting to forgo the only available resting spot to any other competitor; the excited Bhalla abruptly abandons the tired Veer to dash forward and take his place at the far end of the seat. Smirking at Bhalla's behaviour; Veer gradually approaches the bench in order to sit next to his friend. However; the unaware prince is unexpectedly taken aback, when both Nanda and Daksha, zealously overtake him and grab their positions in the centre of the bench. Dismayed by the now unfortunate seating arrangement where he would be forced to sit close to his smitten admirer Daksha; the shocked Veer remains standing hesitantly, until the thoughtless Bhalla repeatedly coerces his friend to sit down. Not wanting to cause obvious embarrassment; the prince silently endures the torment and sits down next to Daksha, out of courtesy.

Overjoyed by the encouraging opportunity of sitting next to her handsome prince; Daksha does not heed the fact that the averse royal conspicuously stares in all directions, but hers. As the infatuated girl observes the annoyed prince's golden brown locks and discerns hints of his regal scents wafting through, memories of their past meetings, flood her emotions. Discovering new glimmers and sparks of her effeminate nature surfacing from oblivion; Daksha twiddles the ends of her veil and then decides to try and create an impression on the relentless prince. Peeping up at the profile of his fair visage; she smiles very sweetly at him, fervently hoping he would return the favour.

After a long while of stares, smiles and conspicuous blushing directed towards him in an effort to attract his attention; the exhausted Veer turns around swiftly to flash back a formal blunt grin at her. Conveniently taking his hesitance to be abashment; Daksha longs to help the reluctant prince overcome his shy nature and delicately moves closer to him, in order to fondly converse with him. Alerted by her increasing proximity and sensing her amorous presence to be too close for comfort; the brooding Veer slowly shifts further away. As Daksha slowly clears her throat in an attempt to make casual conversation with her prince, Veer becomes tired of her constant advances and yearns to rid himself of the fantasised girl sitting beside, even more than the scorching weather, the persistently noisy crowd or his dissatisfied hunger.

Just as he decides to call out to Bhalla in order to leave from the vicinity; he unhappily catches his friend nodding off in deep slumber and then irately realizes that the two mischievous girls next to him, were chuckling at his frustrations.

Perceiving that he was now reduced to sitting at the absolute edge of the seat and with no hope of awakening his friend; Veer immediately stands up with a curt mention "It's all right... you three can remain seated...I shall stand... I am comfortable like this..."

Giggling at his annoyance; the self conscious Daksha smiles at the amused Nanda briefly and then turns to gaze at the diverted prince for a few moments.

Summoning her courage; the plump girl eventually enquires in a coy tone "Rajkumar Veer... when you were departing from the palace of Niphaud...I had requested you to write to me...however you wrote only to Siya...could you not pen at least a few lines to me..." she pauses "By the way, did you like the sweets that I had given you?"

Not having paid due regard to her speech; the cornered Veer takes a short while to come to his senses and comprehend that the girl was addressing him. Trying to recollect her unexpected barrage of questions; the bewildered prince ponders to himself "What! How does she know that it was I who wrote the letter to Rajkumari Siya...everyone knows... is my handwriting really that bad..." he pauses in alarm "and the sweets...oh ...what am I going to say!"

Looking at the puzzled girls patiently awaiting a response from him; Veer struggles to come up with an opportune answer "Oh y...yes... I had the sweets...thank you..."

Marking his expressions; Daksha understands at once that he was lying and asks him dubiously "Hmmm... I don't trust you Rajkumar Veer... if you indeed had them…tell me, what sweets were they?"

Taken aback by the interrogation; the entrapped royal briefly stares at the dozing Bhalla in vain hope of receiving some form of support and then clumsily stammers to muster an excuse to the girl "Well...I...I only ate a small piece…I don't know because...actually Bhalla ate most of it...the reality is sad...I had wanted to eat them... but he didn't keep any for me...they must have been very tasty..." he pauses briefly "I...I also tend to gain weight very easily and hence I don't eat many sweets... except for almond milk!"

Looking at Daksha's disheartened frowns; the stern prince finally begins to feel sorry for his rigid disposition to the girl's harmless intentions so far and attempts to comfort her "I am sorry ...D...Daksha... don't be dejected...the next time you give me any dish to eat…I would not refuse it…" he adds "And I shall finish it all by myself...I promise..."

Instantly cheering up at receiving the sincere promise from him, Daksha reverts to becoming crimson-hued once more, mortifying Veer all over again.

Just as Veer is about to look away from Daksha's awestruck gazes; he barely manages to notice the shocked visage of Nanda, when he is suddenly confronted by the disappointed familiar voice of his aunt echoing from behind him

"Why did you boys run away when we were meant to come to the temple together? Where is Dharam? Maharaj wants to meet him this very moment…"

Hardly recovering from one dilemma; Veer hastily turns around on being faced with a new chore of trying to cover up for his brother's absence, as he stutters "Mami...oh... actually...he shall be back very soon...don't worry...he is just..."

Notably apparent that the princes' peculiar actions so long had been in an endeavour to conceal something from their family; the suspicious mothers glare at the confounded Veer angrily, following which; Nivritti warns her son "Veer if you don't let us know what is going on...or what you boys have been up to...we will have to send the soldiers looking for Dharam right now..."

GomathiPashupathinathTemple – Rear of the temple grounds

Shielded from the scorching noon sun by the shade of a large banyan tree; the young royal couple seated modestly close to each other on the warm ground, remain intensively absorbed in the enchantment of each other's company. Oblivious to their environs or the time; the pair repeatedly discover themselves placating their flustering heart at finally being so nigh with the other. As the blissful prince steadily fiddles with a bare branch; he seeks to dissolve his formal approaches with his beloved girl, by randomly expressing both carefree thoughts and optimistic reassurances to her. Tenderly grasping his words, actions and the pleasing sight of her prince's debonair smile all through; the thrilled Siya fidgets her prayer tray, as she unknowingly vacillates between trance and reality.

Briefly abstracted from her state of ecstasy by Dharam's mild chuckles; she smiles at the prince, as he gently informs her "By the way, please don't take Veer's ridicules to heart... my brother may tease and mock us...but, if there is one person in this world who would do anything for our happiness it would be none other than Veer..."

Pleasantly nodding her head to acknowledge him; Siya slips back into her reverie, as she silently treasures every instant, both present and futuristic, with her man "Rajkumar Dharam...how should I tell you that I have already started relating every element of my life with you... though delighted by your straightforward attitude at handling everything, I fear if all my imaginations might ever come true ..."

She pauses, as she recollects her fantasies that she feels unable to express to the prince at this point in time "I have already started visualizing how Aryanagar would look like with its palace, gardens and people... how festive its temple would be... what my first visit to the palace would envisage... enjoyable instants spent with your close-knit family... how our first stroll together in its gardens would feel like..." she pauses with a soft smile "How protected I would feel, as I walk beside you... looking up at your tall frame, while you glance at me every now and again, to ensure if I was all right."

She pauses to warrant that her thoughts were indeed justified by observing how tall his shoulders were when compared to hers. Pleasantly satisfied by her observations, she resumes her dreams, unwittingly blushing to herself "I don't know if you might affectionately hold my hand as we walk... but, I shall be tempted to lean on to you when I become tired..."

Mistakenly taking her increasing dearth of responses to be due to apprehension; Dharam realizes that his informal chat was probably progressing to become more and more irrelevant to her worried state. Looking ahead at the setting sun; he tries to console his precious girl by gently explaining "Don't worry about your mother's words Siya... I am confident that our patience would pay off and that she would approve of our feelings for each other one day... we should only be careful that we don't hurt her sentimen..."

Unaware of Dharam's speculations; the dazed princess subconsciously succumbs to her temptations to perceive how the feeling of resting on him would be like and takes advantage of the few moments she had, to repose on his broad shoulder.

Abruptly taken aback by the touch of soft skin on his shoulders; Dharam turns around to observe his princess' face leaning close to his, while she continued to stare into the horizon. Immediately silenced by the drawing nature of her gentle features; his emotions begin to race, as he notices her tranquil beauty. Experiencing the luring fragrance drifting from her silky hair for the first time; the stunned prince discerns his breathing intensify in response to his stirred passions, as he reflects on her charm "Oh Lord! Siya...the way you gaze at...how could anyone be so beautiful and yet so innocent of it... how am I supposed to...how should I resist you...no...no...I can't...it would only be respectable for me to..."

Having failed to realize so long that her head was verily resting on him; Siya suddenly snaps out of her dreams, to comprehend what she had just been doing. Noticing the speechless Dharam gaping at her; the embarrassed princess slowly moves her head away from his shoulder, abashed by her unwitting act. Marking her bashful smile; the captivated Dharam debates with himself for a short while, if he should give in to his fervency. Intently gazing at each other for many moments of absolute stillness; Dharam eventually drops the branch from his numb palm and slowly advances towards her face to gently tuck the lock of hair brushing her cheek, behind her ear. Surveying the enticing contours of her face; he slowly accedes to his emotions and overcomes his hesitance, to feel her soft cheek with the back of his fingers.

Paralyzed with nervousness; the hushed Siya watches his actions, as past contemplations from her friends regarding their first meeting, fleet through her blank mind "Imagine the first time his fingers touch you…when Rajkumar Dharam would hold you...the first...k... k ... kiss..."

Ensuring that Siya was comfortable; the prince tenderly folds his fingers into her hair with his firm palm enclosing her soft cheek. Staring at his dashing form; the meek girl senses her heart pounding heavily at the perception of his first touch. After staring into each other's eyes for a long while; the prince looks at her for a moment and then gradually yields to an unprecedented desire of wanting to feel her lips against his. As she feels his breath closer to her skin, though willing the closeness; the timid princess does not know how to react to their moment of intimacy and rapidly shuts her eyes anxiously.

Noticing her abruptly shut eyes; Dharam apprehends at once that Siya was uneasy with his boldness and reproves himself "What am I doing...this is not appropriate...not modest!"

Just as the dignified prince is about to recede from her flushed visage; the entranced couple become suddenly startled by a harsh question, resonating from a short distance away "What is going on here?"

Hurriedly swinging around; the shocked duo find themselves in the formidable situation of encountering the entire entourage of the Aryanagar royal family, gathered behind them. Conscious of the numerous stares from the throng, including those of their friends; the jittery couple immediately stand up and strive to regain their composure, barely exchanging glances amongst themselves or anyone else. Thoroughly embarrassed by having been caught at a personal moment by the significant audience; the horrified Siya begins quivering at the revolting nature of the predicament she was suddenly facing. Remorseful for Siya's plight; Dharam gradually eyes the downcast expressions on Veer's face conveying apology for his inability to have forewarned the couple.

As the abashed prince finally summons his courage to look up at his enraged mother, the queen begins to admonish her son for his condemnable behaviour "So…this is why my son turned so religious and pious all of a sudden...it is indeed shameful Dharam!"

Joining her sister-in-law in the reproach; Nivritti nods her head unhappily, as she adds in a gloomy tone "You lied to us...Dharam...I could have expected something like this from Veer... but not from you..."

Listening to his mother's censure of Dharam; Veer desperately stares at the frightened faces of Bhalla, Daksha and Nanda, fathoming the rising gravity of the dire situation.

Adjoining Nivritti's criticism; Swathi continues her complaints in depressed manner "Apart from lying to us... all your other actions here defile the purity of such a holy place...a temple is meant to be sacred..."

Suddenly jolted by the unpleasantness of the accusation; the already shaken princess unintentionally drops the ornate plate that she had been clenching on to for support, so long. Marking the series of unfortunate incidents; both Dharam and Veer avidly hope their mothers would cease their reprimands immediately, while the terrified Nanda and Daksha are reduced to meekly staring at the sorry state of their princess.

Surveying the wrecked religious materials scattered on the ground and the noisy clangs of the silver plate; Nivritti frowns dejectedly, as she remarks "And now the prayer tray has been dropped too…"

On listening to the comment; Siya struggles to meet eyes with the very queens who had showered her with adoration not so long ago, squirming in the knowledge that any positive impression that she might have had on them, had long disappeared. Uncovering all her short lived ecstatic moments slowly transforming into flashes of terror; the girl's fight to hold back the tears streaming down her sullen face, turns futile.

Detecting Siya's pitiful condition; Dharam experiences terrible guilt for the humiliation that the lone girl was going through and unable to restrain himself any longer, speaks up in her favour "I apologize for all this ma...if there is anyone to blame for all this, it would only be me...actually Siya did not even know that we were arriving here..."

Desolate at the unexpected dreadful twist to the turn of events; the regretful Veer interrupts his brother, to correct Dharam's admissions "No...Ma...mami...please do not take your frustrations out on them...actually it was my fault...Dharam had no intention of coming here...and Rajkumari Siya was not even aware that we would be here..."

Holding her hand up to abruptly stop the commotion caused by the brothers' barrage of rueful retorts; Swathi chides them sternly "Dharam... Veer... the two of you do not deserve to utter even a single word after all that you have done...please remain silent!" she then pauses to address the tearful girl authoritatively "Rajkumari Siya...I was taken aback when you offered us your respects in the shrine, wondering about the cause for your elation... now, I see why...do your parents know even know about this?"

In a bid to protect Siya from the ceaseless disapprovals; Dharam pragmatically walks up to his family, in an endeavour to bring an end to the tragedy. Joining his equally troubled brother; both princes earnestly plead the indignant queens to exclude the Niphaudi princess from this issue and to pursue it at the privacy of their Aryanagar palace instead.

Unmindful of the brothers' repeated forlorn appeals; Swathi ignores their efforts and quickly proceeds to ask Nivritti in a rigid tone "Nivritti, when religious vermillion falls down...or is scattered on the floor... do you know what it signifies?"

Briefly pondering to herself; Nivritti slowly shakes her head, as she replies doubtfully "I don't know bhabhi… is it some sort of an omen…"

Watching the adorable girl wiping her profuse tears, as she kneeled down to gather the strewn materials, Swathi exhales deeply and reveals "When religious Sindoor scatters on the ground...it is generally spoken of that a wedding is imminent in the family!"

Their perception hazed by the recent distressing circumstances; the young crowd take a while to grasp what their mothers were trying to denote. Watching the bewildered gapes of their sons and the shocked expressions on the faces of Siya and her friends; the two queens heartily enjoy their victorious moment by breaking out into fits of laughter.

Moving forward to seize the stupefied older prince by his arm; Nivritti playfully accuses him, amidst her giggles "So... is this why you wanted to come to the temple..."

Silently rejoicing at his woes finally having been alleviated; Dharam winces in pain at Nivritti's painful grip, as he retaliates "Bua...bua... but this was all Veer's idea..."

Briefly sniggering at the immensely relieved Veer's bashful face; Nivritti turns back to Dharam, as she responds mischievously "You yearn to meet your princess and then conveniently place the blame on my son...I know all about you Dharam…"

Chuckling at the interaction between nephew and aunt and then pleasantly observing everyone's tensed faces relieved of their worries; the loving queen walks up to the anxious princess, in order to express her apology "I apologize for the angst we caused you, my child... our intentions were not to frighten you..." pointing to the brothers, the queen continues to justify her actions "These boys have a bad habit of playing pranks on their mothers at every available instance...so we wanted to vindicate ourselves this time for a change…did you know that they lied to us about their visit to the temple...harassed us all through the way and then abandoned us after coming here..."

The disturbed Siya gradually recovers from the aftermath of her short period of affliction, to react to Swathi's account with a comely smile. Watching joy return to the princess' eyes; the loving queen breathes a sigh of relief and then places her hand to felicitate the girl, as she finally extends her significant permission in all earnest "The very moment that we laid eyes on you, you had made an immense impression on us...it is no wonder that my son should feel the same about you...my child, the ruling family of Aryanagar would be elated if you were to become a permanent part of our family..."

OSR SAMYUKTA PART 27- Proposal? Betrothal? What more!

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GomathiPashupathinathTemple – Rear of the temple grounds

The wise mother then proceeds to provide her consent to their relationship with essential counsel to the reserved prince and the demure girl "However...such covert meetings would only encourage wagging tongues and would not be appropriate henceforth...hence; Rajkumari Siya, we would like to meet your parents and take this issue further in rightful manner... they have come here too, haven't they?" she pauses to ponder briefly, as she adds with a glimmer of delight "The Maharaj of Aryanagar is waiting with his retinue for us outside the temple grounds...he would be elated to hear about this news...and meet the Maharaj and Maharani of Niphaud personally too..."

Listening to the rational proposal reflecting the queen's honourable intentions for the couple's successive future; the vacillating Siya looks up to Dharam, not knowing how to construe the delicate situation to her.

Watching the dissolving sense of euphoria on the faces of the princess and the remaining royals surrounding her; the sovereign of Aryanagar becomes increasingly perplexed at the sudden hesitation in the young crowd.

Approaching his bewildered mother; Dharam strives to offer logical advice in lieu of the sensitive incidents that transpired, not so long ago "Ma...the...the monarchs of Niphaud ... it...it might not be opportune to meet them right now..."

Promptly comprehending the presence of a discordant issue lurking about; Swathi exchanges confounded stares with Nivritti and then worriedly enquires "What is wrong Dharam? Why shouldn't I meet the ruling family of Niphaud?"

GomathiPashupathinathTemple - The temple grounds

Amidst the sea of transitory faces traversing the long train of temple stone stairs; the assembled regal group of the Niphaudi entourage flurry about, exchanging apprehensive gapes within themselves, every now and then. Fiddling and fidgeting with their kempt finger nails nervously; anxious maids peer at various fleeting affluent girls, in hope of finding anyone with even vague semblance to their missing princess. Observing yet another batch of Niphaudi soldiers pacing towards their gathering with dispirited expressions; the ladies watch their distressed sovereigns and then begin contemplating troubling speculations regarding the absence of the princess.

Goring furiously at the latest group of speechless sentinel having brought him unsuccessful tidings; the afflicted Maharaj Janardhan bellows aloud "It was your duty to ensure that you always had an eye on her... and now you state that you cannot find her anywhere..." he pauses "Did you hunt for her near the parked palanquins too?"

Observing the guards' saddened nods of affirmation in response to the king's questions; the desperate Maharani Gauri unintentionally reflects on agonizing guesses for where her daughter might be "We have not managed to locate any of her friends either...oh Lord! How are we supposed to search for her in these large grounds amongst such extensive crowds of people? Has something happened to her? Has she run away because of my harsh resentment to her actions and decisions? I should have not been so stern with her... oh... Siya...no... what am I thinking... such ill thoughts...I am sure she is fine...she will be all right..."

Jolted out of her unpleasant stupor by a multitude of startling exclamations; the muddled queen struggles to focus her attention on the purport of what the excited maids encircling her were trying to explain. Shortly realizing that the ladies were pointing to an advancing baronial throng in the midst of the humungous populace; the king and queen discern their daughter approaching them with the royal family of Aryanagar, led by Maharaj Aryavardhan himself. Recovering from the unanticipated revelation; Janardhan's shock is overtaken by fear, as he stares at his enraged queen, wondering what the impending encounter between the two families could encompass. Though restraining her shaken emotions by angrily glaring only at Siya; the queen feels bitter towards Dharam and disgruntled towards the Aryanagar monarchs for having ignorantly retained her daughter all this while, at the expense of the Niphaudi family's vexations. Arriving near her retinue, followed by the hushed Nanda and Daksha; the terrified Siya gradually notices the seething stares from her mother and fervently longs for the faint hope of a congenial meeting between the two families

Discomforted by the abnormally long spell of awkward silence between the two large royal parties; Aryavardhan attempts to the cease the stillness by formally greeting his peer "Maharaj Janardhan...it is indeed a pleasant surprise to meet another aristocratic family here today..." he pauses "Our sons had informed us of the warm welcome and care you showered them with, during their stay at Niphaud... we would be overjoyed to return the favour to you and your family too... would you like to stop over at our palace ... the travel would take less than half a day..."

Pleased by the genuine offer; Janardhan responds with an friendly smile to the Aryanagar monarch "Thank you for your kind words Maharaj Aryavardhan...we might not be able to come over today…but, we shall definitely love to visit Aryanagar some time in the near future....I shall bear your invitation in mind..."

Receiving welcome relief in the form of amicable feelings being expressed by the fathers; the nervous Siya gazes at Dharam, who nods back tenderly to allay his princess' fears.

In keeping with their king's salutations; as Swathi and Nivritti flash loving smiles to the relatively quiet Maharani Gauri, the pained queen stifles the quake in her sensitive voice and replies with a curt mention to keep up formalities "It's a pleasure to meet you too..."

Detecting the animosity in her tone; the smile slowly begins to fade from Siya's comely face, while the audience of young royals and their friends peep at each other worriedly.

The throng watch in alarm as Swathi reacts to Gauri's reply by casting an affable stare at her family and then confidently proceeding towards the Niphaudi queen to reveal in a gentle manner "Maharani Gauri... my sons have let us know of everything that transpired... I hope you would be able to understand that Dharam did not intend to..."

Her repressed ire rekindled by the unwanted reminder of reality; Gauri chokes on her abrupt reply "Maharani Swathi let us not delve into these matters now...I don't see how a friendly relationship could exist between Aryanagar and Niphaud henceforth!"

Letting out a deep sigh, Swathi endeavours to make the grim queen see reason "I wholeheartedly regret that your sentiments have been hurt...but, can we not forgive…"

Her hurt convictions in no disposition to accept logic; the aching queen rudely terminates the encounter that was leaving her increasingly emotional "I apologize that we cannot stay for too long...we were just commencing our journey home... we were only held back, since we were not aware of Siya's whereabouts..."

Despite a few persistent efforts by the encouraging mother to resolve the issue; the queen refuses to yield or to acknowledge the presence of the elite crowd in front of her. Rigidly arresting any tears that attempted to blur her eyes; the distressed Gauri prods her king "Let us proceed from here Maharaj...we have nothing more to attend to now!"

Observing the interactions between the queens; the displeased Dharam begins to face additional guilt of watching his mother apologizing for no fault of hers and receiving unduly responses in return. Perceiving the hapless situation; the morose Veer and Siya stare at each other sadly, aware of Dharam's justified frustrations at the escalating hostile ambience. While the remaining crowd descry the tensed proceedings with bated breath; the saddened Veer moves towards his brother, in hope of pacifying his pain.

However; anguished by the offence his noble family were accepting on his behalf; Dharam advices his mother gently "Ma...I request you to abide by my wishes...please...let us leave this issue, at present...it would only be wise to depart from here now..."

Slowly darting his girl a sad reassuring parting gaze; the prince begins to pace away, posing no inclination of waiting anymore. With no other option; the downcast Veer and his unhappy family cast a sombre glance at the shaken Siya, before following Dharam on his way. Devastated by the apparent farewell glance from her hurt prince and the insult that his royal family had borne due to her stern mother; Siya's eyes brim with tears, as she gauges how any sparse trace of her dreams had withered away lifelessly.

Unable to bear the sight of his crushed daughter anymore and reluctant to break off relations with an otherwise friendly kingdom in such vein; the dismal Janardhan finally speaks up to detain the receding crowd "Pray...please stay for a moment..." he then turns to his wife and questions her authoritatively "What are you doing Gauri?"

Responding to the plea; the unwilling Swathi and Nivritti stare at each other hesitantly and then slowly halt their steps, followed by the remainder of their perplexed family.

Noticing the episode; Gauri feels let down by her husband's unsupportive demeanour and expresses her self sympathy wrathfully "Why Maharaj? Is it wrong for me...a mother ... to have dreams for my daughter… is it so wrong for me to be shattered when those dreams are destroyed? I had hoped for a grand wedding for my daughter with an astounding alliance... and now I don't know if the marriage would even go forward..."

Murmuring in a tone so low that none other would be able to heed his words; the irate king retorts in a bid to correct his queen "Enough of this stubbornness Gauri... astounding alliance? Despite everything that Siya mentioned about the prince of Chatarpur? Don't you comprehend that for all these days, you have been identifying Siya's words as exaggeration, plainly because you do not want to believe her...just because you don't want to accept that she might be right and you wrong for once. Have you become incapable of gifting our daughter happiness, purely due to ego..."

Overwhelmed by the generally placid monarch's incriminating message and the plethora of subduing glares encircling her; the fuming queen unhappily gauges her surmounting tears, as she reciprocates in a quivering note "The kingdoms of Niphaud and Chatarpur have been on intimate terms for eons now.... we hardly even know Aryanagar..." she pauses agitatedly "You are ready to break off centuries of ties with Chatarpur with just one impulsive decision...what if they declare war on us...you said so yourself..."

Nodding his head to reveal his amended stance; Janardhan adjoins her statements "Yes...but all that was before I realized the reality of Rajkumar Harsh..." he pauses to add on a milder note "All that was before I met Rajkumar Dharam in person..."

As the monarchs continue their hushed debate for a short while, the king becomes tired of trying to convince his dominating queen to perceive rationality or relinquish vanity and utters his final damning words "I warn you...you shall loose Siya...I...I...I mean those whom you hold dearest to your heart...purely because of your adamancy!"

Disturbed by her spouse's dreadful warning; the benumbed Gauri feebly defends her decision by stammering to divulge her greatest fears "Maharaj...don't say such words!" she pauses "The queen of C...Chatarpur is my closest friend...V...Vaidehi and I literally grew up together ...like sisters... it would be b...betrayal...breaking my promise to her..."

Glimpsing at the defeated state of the trembling queen who was being forcefully coerced by guilt and circumstances into subjugation, Swathi feels sorry for the condition of the lone mother.

Gently nodding at her family signalling them to wait for a short while more, she treads back to the afflicted queen in order to pacify her "Maharani Gauri...I realize that the toughest hurdle for you to brave must be the thought of what Maharani Vaidehi's reactions to this decision would be... you possess every right to feel depressed about your friend's displeasure at the engagement having been called off..." she pauses "Please forgive my impudence... but, if she was a true friend, would she not understand your dilemmas and your daughter's true wishes? If she does and then proves her trust in you by coming back to renew your bond of friendship, it is indeed wonderful…but if not; would you be able to accept all this in the positive spirit of having received two friends instead of having lost one...that is, if you would permit for myself and my sister Nivritti to be good friends to you and to your family?"

Discerning how the loving Swathi had imparted such a beautiful message unmindful of the sternness that had been displayed to her so far; the intensely moved Gauri stares at the queen tearfully, while the king smiles back, feeling indebted to the Aryanagar family. Unable to withstand the perturbing chaos pertaining to her indecisive future and the emotional turmoil that it was causing everyone around her; the grieving princess succumbs to her tears, despite the soothing words of her melancholic friends.

Watching the developments from a distance; Nivritti experiences pride at the thought of her sister-in-law's laudable attitude and then slowly proceeds towards them, as she unveils her conceptions "Maharani Gauri, I apprehend that you arrived at the temple to pray that your daughter should forget about the prince of Aryanagar and give in to your wishes, so that her wedding would go ahead. We Aryanagar monarchs, came here with absolutely no idea or notion that all this was going to happen today. Ironically or coincidentally, our families meet each other at this temple on this very day of your fast… do you not think that this could possibly be an indication from the Lord Himself?"

Gazing at Nivritti's pleasant visage; the shaken Gauri feels genuinely affected by the optimistic outlook of deliberating about the new turn of incidents and struggles to restrain herself from collapsing emotionally.

After flashing a cheerful grin at Nivritti; Swathi turns around to notice the immensely anxious faces of Dharam and Veer and then quickly summons them towards her.

As the two worried princes immediately comply with the queen's bidding and return to their mothers, shortly succeeded by the remainder of the awaiting king's retinue; Swathi continues addressing Gauri in light hearted vein "Besides; Maharani Gauri, I am fed up of handling these boys at home all alone for all these years…I am now yearning for the presence of a girl… a girl who would be able to manage these brats…a girl with whom Nivritti and I would be able to spend wonderful moments together…a girl who would be happy to spend the rest of her life with my son and with whom my son would find joy too... please don't deny me this request…I will remain indebted to you forever..."

Increasingly made aware of how her incompliance was returning the Aryanagar family's kindness with indignity, insulting the noble Dharam's morality and amplifying the misery of her loved ones; the resolve of the remorseful Maharani Gauri eventually breaks down. No longer worried about her poise despite the large crowd judging her; the touched queen moves forward to hug the gentle Swathi and wails profusely over the shoulder of the understanding mother. In spite of her ego having been forced to cave in and her stubbornness pressurized into accepting defeat lovingly; Gauri strangely encounters a feeling of lightness, sensing as though a massive burden had been hoisted off her being.

Startled by the unexpected turn of events; Dharam and Veer stare at each other quietly, while the afflicted Siya becomes immensely upset to find the generally respectable persona of her mother now diminished to a pitiful state, due to her.

Still embracing the Aryanagar queen; the overcome Gauri cries out to her compassionate peer, uncovering and admitting all her foibles, "Forgive me Swathi... I was wrong... I am always used to being hailed appropriate and my decisions being followed... I know that I have always wanted the best for my family... I have always been very able at maintaining relationships and diplomacy... hence, it took me so long to accept that I was absolutely wrong this time... I was not able to let go... forgive my impudence..."

Allowing the torn mother her own time to recover from the shock she was undergoing; the patient Swathi comforts her, as she utters reassuring phrases. Realizing what his wife was going through; the empathetic Janardhan patiently waits for her to compose herself, while the hopeful Daksha and Nanda supportively goad their sensitive friend to wipe her tears and pacify the queen instead. Finally conforming to their advice; the moved Siya swings around to find the queen striving to regain her poise and swiftly walks ahead, in order to clasp her doting mother in tight embrace. On watching the sudden gratifying sight of revived affection between mother and daughter; the elated Janardhan thanks the Lord and smiles heartily, as he turns to his peer with folded palms in a mark of gratitude.

Pleased by the unforeseen congenial occurrences and Janardhan's humility; Aryavardhan paces towards the emotional king with a warm smile, comprehending his ally's feelings.

Surveying the two monarchs' eventual exchanges of formal embraces signifying the establishment of a permanent alliance between the two kingdoms hereafter; the entire gathering of nobility start causing a stir in the temple crowds, by rejoicing loudly.

Unable to contain his exhilaration at the unanticipated quick succession of positive events unfolding; the profoundly enthusiastic Veer, pats his brother with a naughty grin. Having barely recovered from the enormous relief surging his tormented senses; Dharam becomes flushed, as he notices Veer resuming his overt teasing. Letting out a deep sigh to conceal his abashment, the grateful prince smiles affectionately at both families and then conforms to etiquette by gaining the blessings of all the older royals.

The current blooming air of informal attachment between the two families successfully manages to eradicate the longstanding gloominess that had engulfed the monarchs, their queens, the desolate young royals, their concerned friends and every other member in the retinue. Encircled by her keen friends; the joyous Siya willingly provides timid responses to the Aryanagar queens' adoring informal conversation with her, while her gratified mother eventually discerns the advent of Siya's genuine happiness, in silence.

Grasping the blissful atmosphere around him; the contented father addresses his newfound relation humbly "Maharaj...I...I...have been meaning to ask you...I hope you do not mind that my daughter had already been promised to...to..."

Instantly apprehending the father's predicament; Aryavardhan interrupts his worries to assure him "Don't worry Maharaj... if Chatarpur and Aryanagar were allies, I would have been anxious about the implications of our new relationship... but, Chatarpur being one of Aryanagar's arch rivals...I am not concerned about their welfare in the least..."

Pleased by the positive response from Aryavardhan; Janardhan nods back appreciatively and then continues on a softer note, as he lovingly observes his daughter "The last few days in our palace have indeed been very gloomy…such smiles on my family's faces had long disappeared ...would you mind if I abate my apprehensions by swiftly consulting my royal priest to confirm the right steps needed to take this significant relationship ahead…I would also like to set out an auspicious date for our first visit to Aryanagar…"

Quickly observing the new chirpy aura of his son who was engrossed in joyful chatter with his company; Aryavardhan temporarily disregards the political issues at the capital to consent in modest tone "I shall be glad to oblige... for a short while...please excuse my hurry... I have to get back in time for the annual assembly congregation tomorrow."

GomathiPashupathinathTemple – A secluded corner of the temple grounds

Cordoning off the relatively quieter shaded corner of the colossal grounds from any curious commoners; the vividly uniformed sentinel representing the kingdoms of both Niphaud and Aryanagar, beset the regal families on all sides. Seated on a large thin embroidered blue sheet to shield them from the warmth of the stone ground; the prominent parties of the two excited leading families, face each other with the prime bearing of the Niphaudi royal priest at the centre. Sitting a modest distance behind their respective sovereigns; the phenomenal groups of maids quench their relentless fervent anticipation by incessantly gossiping and remarking on various observations.

Reflecting on the multitude of tumultuous incidents of the chaotic day; the amused Dharam fidgets with the end of his sleeve, as he stares at how the preoccupied older royals endlessly deliberate with the learned old priest on various formalities. Slowly lured by the presence of the magnetic girl facing him; he smiles gently on gauging how her soft blush always masked the nervousness in her eyes. Just as Dharam begins to enjoy his ecstatic moment by reliving the beautiful memories of that noon; he is hauled out of his reverie, by the commotion caused by the mother and son duo beside him.

The distracted prince watches in surprise as his irked aunt spins around in order to quietly reprimand his confounded brother sitting next to him "Veer can you not remain still for even a short while... why are you constantly fiddling around... we are trying to have an important discussion here... this is very distracting..."

Having vented her dissatisfaction; Nivritti hastily turns back to resume her participation in the currently ongoing parley.

Following the brief encounter; Dharam melts at the sight of his now sulking brother; and lovingly whispers to enquire "What happened Veer? You don't seem comfortable..."

Letting out a deep sigh as he strives to control the baritone of his voice; Veer grumbles aloud "We have been seated here for a long while now... but, what would you know... you seem to be forever occupied in exchanging gazes and smiles with Rajkumari Siya..."

Concerned for the welfare of his younger sibling; Dharam stares at Bhalla's worried frowns and then asks curiously "Are you hungry Veer? We can ask the attendants to..."

Persisting with his peeved attitude; Veer folds his hands grimly, as he mutters to confess his grievance "Well...I am starving... but everyone else seems to be fasting, apart from Bhalla of course...and I don't want to be the only person eating here..." he pauses "Anyway, that is not my worry... it is this ignoble girl...she keeps peering at me...that ...that... Daksha...I was trying to dodge her fancy glances, when ma got irritated... "

Instantly looking up to find the impish bevy of girls chuckling at Veer's obvious agony; the entertained Dharam silently requests them to spare his brother, before proceeding to advice Veer "Veer... she only teases you because you get teased..." he pauses to indicate a place behind him "All right, sit there...you can shield yourself from her glances..."

Unconvinced by his brother's genuine efforts; the offended Veer refuses "Hide myself? As it is, they are giggling at my plight now...besides, Rajkumar Veer doesn't hide from anyone...let alone girls!"

Perceiving how far Veer's words contradicted his evasive actions; Dharam and Bhalla quickly stifle their sniggers, after which; the puzzled Dharam goes on to suggest "What should I do Veer? Do you want me to inform bua about Daksha? They can seal your alliance with her too...and that should end all the ill will you hold against her."

Irritated by the undertone of his brother's mischievous proposal; Veer glares at Dharam, as he reproves him loudly "Are you out of your mind Dharam? Is this how you repay gratitude for all that I have done for you…" abruptly mellowed by the sight of a second bout of angry glares from his mother, Veer shifts his words to a murmur "Please plead with Maharaj, mami and ma to complete their discussions as soon as possible…"

Listening to the prince's impractical bidding; Dharam rejoins helplessly "Veer...how can I interrupt the elders in their..."

Suddenly discovering a lulling silence in the soft drones of the crowd, the princes quieten down to discern that the revered priest was finally about to proclaim his carefully weighed counsel.

Beginning his address to the eagerly awaiting assemblage on a formal note, the old Brahmin continues to study the meticulously charted horoscope from a scroll "I herewith proceed to address this august crowd seated here... the ruling family of Aryanagar; Maharaj Arayavardhan, Maharani Swathi and Rajkumar Dharmavardhan… and the ruling family of Niphaud; Maharaj Janardhan, Maharani Gauri and Rajkumari Siya…"

Their impatience being gradually amplified by his lengthy primary salutations; the ardent Siya and her friends wait with bated breath, hoping the priest would swiftly move on to announce his significant observations. Eventually arriving at the end of his initial introductions; the senior priest nods his head courteously at both families, before informing the crowd of his inferences "Having computed the information provided by the queen of Aryanagar, including the specific details of the prince's birth date, time and place; I can confidently conclude that one need not worry about this match, which looks beneficiary to both kingdoms...it is set to bring fortune to Aryanagar and military might to Niphaud..."

No sooner than the blissful message is imparted; a perception of extensive cheer is evident on the face of every spectator listening to the declaration. Rapidly scanning the happy faces of the younger royals; the priest smiles to himself and then continues with his speech "Let go of any fears regarding the future, as this pairing shall be successful. The prince shall progress to become a stalwart, an excellent able pragmatic leader of his kingdom; while the princess shall remain an apt aide to him all through. Destiny shall favour the pair, as they will always be amiable to both families, immensely cordial with each other and responsible to their positions. I am unable to foresee see any major hurdle with this alliance. Any problems or issues shall be overcome owing to the supportive nature of the relationship between the couple's household. Unlike many other royal men who possess numerous wives for desire or power, Rajkumar Dharam shall turn away many such offers to remain true to his sole choice all through. Examining the horoscopes; I can see that God has willed this relationship, as the princess' future seems to lie with Aryanagar, despite anyone's approval or disapproval."

Marking the concluding predictions; the young couple become flushed with embarrassment, as they realize how everyone in the audience was grinning at their perfect pairing in awe. Watching Siya's bashful reactions to the priest's words; the monarchs of Niphaud comprehend how their childlike meek daughter had subtly yet independently managed to etch and chart the course of her own future.

After a brief pause; the Brahmin closes his forecasts by announcing the auspicious dates for the primary formalities "I was asked to foretell an opportune date for the first formal visit to Aryanagar...the date that falls on a fortnight and a quarter from today, seems to be very auspicious." he pauses "In fact; this date is so fortunate for both families that if both parties are willing, the religious rites for the formal betrothal can be conducted too...the ideal date for the wedding shall obviously be analyzed during the rituals."

Exhilarated by the news; Swathi feels unable to restrain her emotions, as she blurts out "Two weeks...and the first favourable date after that...t...the w...wedding..."

Startled by the new developments; Dharam watches speechlessly, as his joyous aunt and mother exchange excited hugs to celebrate the delectable moment. While the exultant Nanda mockingly prods her blushing friend about the approaching events; Daksha remains the most excited of the princess' retinue, dazed by the very notion of the numerous visits to Aryanagar, bound to occur in the near future.

The celebratory atmosphere is temporarily suspended, as the meticulous Gauri feels nervous by the relative proximity of the festivities and voices her modest dilemma "I am profoundly gladdened by the events...but...with an engagement barely two weeks away ... and then the wedding...oh Lord...how shall we prepare?"

Appreciating his wife's worries; the nonchalant Janardhan flashes his wife an unperturbed smile in a bid to assure her to conform to the arrangement "Don't worry Gauri... I am confident that we shall be able to organize everything soon..." he pauses to enquire of his ally "That is, if you feel comfortable to proceed too..."

As Aryavardhan responds to the question with an affable nod to seal the prosperous tidings; Dharam gradually apprehends the sudden transformed reality of his situation and becomes deeply fazed by the unnerving thought of the implications of marriage. Not having expected his first meeting with Siya to end with such a fleeting significant finale of betrothal and marriage; Dharam finds himself unable to resolve his troubling notions.

Taken aback by the unforeseen complaints, Swathi and Nivritti stare at Dharam in surprise; while Veer unintentionally bursts forth into loud smirks, thoroughly amused by his brother's innocence "Oh my! Dharam! Your greatest worry now is about Aryanagar and sending scrolls! Why don't you think of the advantages? No more...lengthy scrolls... or travelling for days to exchange gifts...or giving poor excuses for stealthy meetings!"

Slowly observing the shock in the queens' eyes goring at him; Veer stares at Dharam's puzzled face; apprehending his folly of possibly having blurted out too much.

Misconstruing Veer's exaggerated remarks; Swathi becomes irate at the seemingly numerous secret conspiracies hidden from her and reprimands the brothers in a hushed tone "Oh Veer...so that is what you both were concealing from us...all those mumblings last night about the Ganesh idol...the cherished meetings...the scrolls..." she pauses to angrily mutter to her son "Dharam, it seems like you have covertly met her many times so far... isn't that enough? Please bear in mind that we are aristocratic families! Don't give the public means of scandal to malign our royal households...please behave responsibly."

Bewildered by Veer's sniggers and the intent of the conversation; Dharam stammers to rectify the overstated version of the story "Plenty of times? This is only the first time..."

Confident that the prankish princes had been lying to them so long; Swathi refuses to conceive her son's justifications and chides him angrily "Don't lie Dharam! I have come to know of everything through Veer." noticing her son's desperate frowns; Swathi feels sorry for him and pauses to continue on a softer note "Oh Dharam! Besides, there shall always be problems in a kingdom. Do you want me to wait forever? Aren't you are old enough now? Tomorrow; if the annual assembly declare you the crown prince, you would soon proceed to become a king... remaining submerged into matters of the state all the while" she pauses with a dreamy smile "I definitely want to see you well settled...and possibly give me the gift of a long train of naughty grandchildren to play with, before that..."

Unmindful of Dharam's dreary visage at Veer's now unrestrained wild chuckles; Nivritti adjoin Swathi's admonishment of the innocent prince in a hushed tone "Dharam...you like her...you chose her...and yet you create all this fuss...my dear son…we know what's best for you... just remain patient and allow us to proceed…"

Their attention diverted by the disarray occurring between the four royals and Dharam's evident perplexities; the remaining curious monarchs' watch in wonder, as Aryavardhan probes into the cause of the objections "What happened? Is everything all right? Dharam... Swathi... is there a problem?"

Indignant with his frisky brother for both triggering the unwarranted chides from the queens and giggling at his sorry plight; the sour Dharam glares at Veer momentarily. However; forced to suppress his anger; the prince joins his mother in beaming formally at the addled crowd and convincing everyone, including the anxious Siya, that nothing was awry. Gradually softening at the intensely soothing sight of Siya's reassuring warm smile in response; Dharam turns back to notice the unruffled Veer and then nods to himself broodingly.

Suddenly blessed with a fine idea to penalize his brother; the gladdened Dharam clears his throat to announce his recommendations loudly "Bua… since we are all seated in the presence of such a learned astrologer…and discussing matrimonial alliances now… would it not be sensible to find out about Veer's future too... when the enjoyable event is meant to occur in his life...who the lucky fair princess would be...when my brother would be blessed with his train of mischievous children too..."

While Veer becomes aghast by his brother's abrupt sly vindication, the elated queens beam at each other in excitement and honestly appreciate Dharam for his wise counsel.

Aware that the Niphaudi priest was engrossed in packing up his belongings for the day, Nivritti humbly interrupts him "Sire! My son has given me a brilliant idea…would you be able to spare just a few moments and let us know about my younger son's future too...I would feel gratified if you would be able to do so..." marking his indecisive frowns, Nivritti continues her meek request "I know that both families are in a hurry ... but, you don't have to chart a detailed horoscope...just reading his palm would suffice..."

Appalled by the implications of his future being discussed in front of such an extensive formal throng; the agitated Veer endeavours to stop his mother "Ma! What are you doing... in front of everyone... ma...please don't ma...I am not interested in marriage..."

Shaking her head unhappily at the rebellious denials of the younger prince; Swathi reproves the disinclined Veer "Tch... Veer...always disapproving our actions......why so worried my son? All we are doing is uncovering your bright future…didn't we do the same for Dharam? Did he not yield to our wishes eventually?"

Wanting to waste no further time; the stern Nivritti grabs her son's palms and hauls them forward to allow the priest to be able to study the important indentations, while Veer protests vehemently "Ma...I am not interested in any predictions or in marriage!"

Surprised by the adorable tugging between mother and son reflective of their converse attitudes; the priest lets out a heavy sigh and then scowls his wide eyes in order to regard the critical imprints on the firm palms, suggestive of Veer's remarkable destiny.

Progressing to complete his quick examination; the Brahmin starts reciting his astute deductions "Rajkumar Veer...you are bright... brilliant... fierce... powerful... decisive... a turning point for many situations..."
Slowly erupting into a lofty beam in response to his exalting praise, the relieved Veer mocks his proud mother "I told you, didn't I? I shall remain a brahmachari eternally."

Amending the false euphoric state of the joyous prince, the astrologer grins, as he continues to disclose "No...not at all...Rajkumar Veer...on the contrary, you shall lead a happy eventful life with a girl of your own choice...the only girl you shall ever marry... why, you shall have your own family too..."

No sooner; every member seated in the massive gathering bursts out into raucous laughter at how Veer's lovable sentiments seemed to be negated by the vivid picture his future held for him.

Watching the prince's immensely sour frowns in rejoinder to the crowd's ecstasy; the old priest tries to provide some solace "Rajkumar, why are you so antagonistic to the idea? There is no cause to fret...in all your troubles, she shall be your greatest strength... perfectly matched with you, be it her exhilarating beauty, similar dauntlessness, unmatched wit or equally strong will...she might not bring money or assets, but will definitely remain a pillar of support to everyone in your family..."

As the uproar finally settles, the affectionate Swathi smiles at Veer, as she comments aloud "I wonder which spoilt Rajkumari will fail to fetch even assets for my son..."

In a bid to redress the remark; the priest informs the queen pragmatically "Maharani...it seems like the girl shall not be a Rajkumari...possibly not even one amongst royalty or nobility..." he pauses haltingly "I have seen many other strange accounts in these palms...but I...I...could probably be wrong, as the light is failing and the sun beginning to set...in fact, it is not very auspicious to delve into such matters after sunset..."

The strange message of the respectable man fazes the chirpy Swathi and brings about an interim awkward silence into the otherwise happy crowd, having enjoyed the proceedings so far. Sitting in the midst of the quiet throng, the now immensely disturbed Nivritti reflects on the revelation over and over again; an unwanted reminder of her son's buried past and a sordid outlook of his future, both a vast disparity from his regal present.

Judging how the entire shushed flock quickly disperse the disconcerting ambience by occupying themselves into sorting their belongings and arranging for their departure to their respective kingdoms; Veer smirks to himself and then turns to face his mother.

Observing the dejection eclipsing his mother's comely face; Veer comprehends her depression to be due to the disclosure about the status of his future girl and retrieves his hand back from the priest, in an effort to cheer her up "Ma... all this is just for fun... please take it in lighter vein... none of all this can happen anyway.." he winks, as he continues charmingly "Don't you know that it can never be possible to find someone as handsome…brave….witty…or even as stubborn-willed as Veer..."

Subtly entertained by his affectionate efforts; Nivritti pats him with a sad smile and then mentions softly, as she stands up "Come on Veer...everyone is getting ready to leave..."

As the dutiful guards align their orientation to resume their positions, the maids scamper around in the fading light of the temple grounds to put their paraphernalia back in order, simultaneously orchestrated by their chief maids. Appreciating that the time for departure was nigh; the monarchs exchange heartfelt congratulatory words with their respective peers, in addition to the conventional farewell embraces, while the younger horde convey graceful parting wishes to each other.

Before joining his family; the enticed Dharam takes advantage of the commotion around him by swiftly holding Siya's soft palm to tenderly whisper a blissful message into the startled girl's ears "Take care of yourself Siya... I shall look forward to our meeting in Aryanagar very soon..."

Following the final farewell customs; as the two radiant parties proceed to part on an optimistic note; the king of Aryanagar utters the significant valedictory message on behalf of his entire jubilant retinue, to the contented Niphaudi family "We will be eagerly anticipating your presence in Aryanagar on the providential date for the auspicious occasion very soon."

Aryanagar, the palace –The annual assembly congregation

Armoured sentinel positioned at the periphery repeatedly scan the extensive chamber remarkably adorned with limitless yards of fresh floral garlands and colourful buntings, set to mark the importance of the impending proceedings. Leaning on to his majestic throne the overwhelmed king briefly surveys the sea of faces, both more familiar and less; in the packed assembly hall on the glistening bright morning. As agitated nobles, commanders and ministerial officials decked in their finest apparel, make themselves comfortable at their respective posts, they repeatedly ponder on what the historic results of the day's proceedings would turn out to be.

Rejuvenated from the recent spate of favourable incidents in his life; the handsome Dharam clothed in a deep orange sequinned silk outfit, calmly watches the noisy clamour of the fidgety members, settling themselves down. Sitting beside his older brother; the less placid Veer fidgets with the jewels on the hilt of his sword, marginally concerned with either the influential crowds or his posh saffron attire. Feeling distracted by the intermittent glares emanating from the adjacent seats of his cousin and uncle; Veer sniggers at how the duo were trying to shroud their anxiety of the consequential day's outcome, by constantly involving themselves in informal chatter.

Once the tumult of the august crowd finally calms down; the primary ceremonies and then the numerous protocols pertaining to the matter of the state, begin with mild fervour. As the proceedings progress to occupy a substantial part of the morning, the impatience and restlessness of all the onlookers only intensifies. Gradually arriving towards the welcome end of the lengthy burdening spell of formalities; the assemblage slowly lulls to an eerie silence, implicating that the opportune time for the declaration had finally arrived.

Taking the cue; the representative speaker stands up and offers a formal bow to the king and the remaining audience, before proceeding to make the fateful announcement that would decide the forthcoming destiny for the entire kingdom of Aryanagar.

OSR SAMYUKTA PART 29

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Annoyed by the prolonged drone of palatial chairs being shuffled about within the chamber; the irate prince peers at the engrossed revenue ministers, murmuring to each other about the recent uneasy discussions that morning. The royal pair impatiently wait, as the seemingly indolent stream of nobles proceed towards the exit of the impressive guarded hall and begin to tardily trickle out of the adjacent assembly towers. No sooner than they discover that they are encircled by absolute silence; the duo dismiss the soldiers girdling them in order to be able to exchange their views in private.

Once again ensuring that they were indeed to themselves, the rabid Agni fumes to his distrait father in a low tone "Many of these revenue ministers used to be on our side; if for no other reason, at least out of fear…but now, they are all behaving straightforward; maintaining their accounts and guarding the treasury in all honesty... all this has only begun ever since the advent of Dharam's and Veer's influence in the government..." he pauses "I am confident that Dharam and Veer are planning many more schemes like the one that I had visited the day before yesterday... we might be able to evade implication from one such scheme, but how could we escape time and again pitaji" on receiving no response from his stern father, Agni continues vehemently "Are you listening pitaji? I still have not forgotten Veer's insult to me, in front of all those lowly Shramiks..."

Letting out a heavy breath; Jaivardhan ultimately closes his eyes, as he replies in revulsion "Yes... yes Agni we have borne a lot because of these brothers off late…barely escaped from being labelled as traitors...lost a massive amount of money as a result of the war and still unable to make up any of it...incurred Gadhwar's disgruntlement... witnessed Dharam's nomination as the crown prince and endured Veer's stubborn decisions about security and arsenal. With these brothers' tours and schemes probing into people's welfare; the amount of illegitimate tax coming in has also reduced... we need as much money as we can, if we have to again mobilize all our plans…"

Nodding his head agitatedly in conformation with his father's troubling recollections; Agni adjoins after ruminating for a short while "Pitaji; I received a long scroll from Chatarpur yesterday. Harsh wants us to prove our loyalty to him by destroying any chance of a wedding between Dharam and Rajkumari Siya. Heartbroken on hearing of the latest developments and the upcoming festivities next week, he has even offered to send money if needed." discerning his father's smirk, he continues on an arrogant note "I replied letting him know that we would never allow Dharam to sit on the throne beside his new bride anyway..."

Inattentive to the remarkable irradiance or the absolute stillness surrounding him; the preoccupied solitary prince hurriedly paces through the myriad of extensive galleries leading to the substantial towers of the assembly. Scrupulously straightening the creases on his marginally crumpled sleeves; the discontent Dharam murmurs in resentment "I am already late for my meeting with pitaji at the assembly hall and now I have to search for Veer too...I hope he has not already left for his duties at the arsenal repository... both ma and bua are going to chide me for having failed to remind him about the tailor's visit today... why do I always land in a quandary because of this evasive prince..."

Warily glimpsing around the empty revenue chamber; Jaivardhan does not strive to hide the hint of sudden excitement on his face, as he moves close to Agni to suggest in a low tone "Agni, did you not want to repay Veer with interest for having offended you? As matters are, we need the treasury money to pay the prince of Gadhwar and all his powerful allies, if we have to resume our buried relationships and gain their favour in helping us defeat the current regime…these sudden surge of straightforward nobles are definitely not going to co-operate with us, even if we bribe them…" he pauses by breaking out into a terrifying sardonic grin "What if we actually start stealing the money from the treasury... and make it seem like someone else is doing it…"

Startled by what his guileful father was endeavouring to imply; the shocked Agni reconfirms his father's statements "Pitaji, do you mean embroil Veer in an act of thievery?" instantly unconvinced by the idea, Agni refutes the proposition in his characteristic haughty manner "No…this would never work out...much as that prince is stubborn and independent, everyone knows about his integrity and honesty too... anyway, what would Veer be stealing all that money from the treasury for..."

Aware of how displeased his father would be with his delay; the worried prince quickens his treads, while simultaneously displaying fleeting nods to acknowledge the respectful bows offered by stationary soldiers positioned throughout the verandas. Perusing over his numerous official unfinished duties to be completed by the end of the day; the diligent Dharam whines softly "Why do tailors need so much time to take measurements ... and ma is being excessively finical about my garb for the upcoming betrothal..."

Irked by the echoes of Agni's unguarded loud snubs within the rich walls of the vacant revenue hall; the cautious Jaivardhan redresses him sternly "Hush Agni! Hear me out... the eyes see what it wants to... we only need to twist the facts slightly. Why not use Veer's very honesty against him. Is not Veer an emotional fool, who acts on impulse? He even flouts the laws fearlessly, if he does not accede to them. Additionally; he has independent access to the treasury just like you and Dharam do..." he pauses with an air of superiority, as he support his claims "Dhananjeya's men had reported that Veer was becoming increasingly popular amongst commoners and villagers, for lending them a helping hand on his rounds; whenever possible. It would not take much effort to make it appear like he was probably being bold enough to freely utilize the treasury's money to aid the commoners, as and when he pleased! None shall know the reality of where the money was actually disappearing to..."

Gradually detecting how the fresh ray of hope in the form of his father's encouraging plans seemed to fulfil all their necessities with relatively simplistic effort; the woeful scowls on Agni's face transform to optimistic frowns, as he deliberates excitedly "Yes... yes why not... freely withdrawing treasury money to help others for food or clothes is as much of an offence as stealing the money itself! Shera has become comparatively quiet now; but, do you remember her observations a while back? She had mentioned her doubts that it was likely that Veer was protecting a Shramik family who knew about the revolts. Hence; if we come to prove even one of these offences, Veer would actually be labelled a criminal, especially since he is part of the justice and defence system now..."

Coincidentally passing by the passageway outside the revenue hall at that juncture; the older prince unexpectedly catches the purport of the last few discomforting claims.

Realizing the undertone of what he overheard; the appalled Dharam quietly analyzes the utterances of his arch rival "Wasn't that Agni? What did he just say? Destroy Veer and thus me? Oh Lord! What are the deplorable minds of this father son duo up to again?"

Increasingly concerned about the welfare of his brother; the unsettled royal mentally fumes "How I wish I could slay these two with my bare hands...contriving devious plots against Veer! If only I had arrived slightly earlier..." Helplessly left with no other alternative but to continue to remain eternally vigilant against the vicious pair's actions, the enraged Dharam forewarns himself "I have to warn Veer...and stay alert myself...all the while too..."

Niphaud - The palace, The Queen's chamber

Decked in impeccable regal attire that masked the extent of her perturbance; the queen nervously glances around her disorderly chamber, before meting out another mandate to a passing attendant. Following their particular delegated responsibilities; different groups of fastidious women are involved in ensuring that auspicious items, lordly gifts, the royals' perpetual personal belongings and stately jewellery are neatly packed into the respective encrusted alloyed trunks. As the remaining whelmed bevies of maids scurry around the clutter in the spacious room to complete their numerous duties; their annoyance at the queen's endless orders and chides, is masked by their eager anticipation of the princess' impending occasion.

Astonished by how lively chaos had overtaken the festive aura in every other corner of the vast palace; the small undisturbed group of young girls seldom peep at the bustling panorama, choosing to stay huddled on their opulent chaise. Availing the advantage of their seclusion; the charming group occupy themselves with trivial chat and gossip, as the bare arms of the ravishing princess are embellished with exquisite patterns of henna by two adept old ladies.

Shuddering occasionally at the ticklish touch of tender feathers that were being used to draw the patterns on her palms; the dreamy Siya recalls the ethereal noon, as she timidly answers her friends' relentless queries "Well I leaned on his shoulder... and... and... he looked at me...he continued to gaze into my eyes and me into his...this was when all of you came in..." pausing to observe the teasing sceptical frowns of her friends' faces, the abashed princess questions with feeble authority "Why don't you girls trust me?"

Briefly pausing as a maid approaches their gathering to expose Siya's partially damp tresses to the aroma of benign herbal vapours; the princess blushes profoundly, as she is forced to persist with her whispers "Actually... Rajkumar Dharam... he... he... came close ... close to me... and he... held my face... he..." realizing how the three ladies serving her were struggling to hide their grins, the bashful Siya abruptly stops "No, I can't Nanda!"

Slapping her forehead to display her dissatisfaction at the coy girl's incomplete version; Daksha grumbles aloud "He...he... he! You began recounting your tale when we returned from the temple, a fortnight ago! If you continue narrating your story at this pace, we would be forced to reside at Aryanagar to listen to the remainder of your recitals."

Shortly chuckling at the amusing interchanges; Nanda regains her composure, as she advices the reckless Daksha "Oh plump maiden, I plead you...stop trembling the unfortunate chaise incessantly... the delicate patterns on Siya's hands are all going awry!" she pauses "Besides; any chance that you get, you want to reside at Aryanagar..."

Unwilling to relinquish her addictive fantasies; the confident girl admonishes her seemingly pessimistic friends "Yes I shall reside at Aryanagar...you both still seem to be in doubt... the priest was definitely describing me in the temple that day... I think that I do possess beauty, daunt and sharp wit ...and oh yes...I am no princess either..."

Sighing gently; the loving princess tries to amend her friend's unrealistic disposition "But... you belong to royalty Daksha..."

Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly; the resolute Daksha reveals her impractical solution "I shall transform to a commoner from this very moment... don't you think I would do something as meagre as foregoing my royal upbringing, in order to be joined with the man of my dreams forever?"

Their attention abruptly distracted by a swift loud announcement from the distant entrance of the chamber, followed by a sudden increase in the discordance of the voices surrounding them; the diverted girls discontinue their endearing conversations. Gradually beholding the welcome presence of the Niphaudi monarch in the midst of the hushed crowd; the delighted princess smiles at the sight of her dazed father. While Janardhan persists with intently absorbing the festive commotion around him; his displeased queen stares at the king, dissatisfied by his eventual delayed advent. Ensuing a brief period of strained stillness; the assemblage is shortly dissolved, as Gauri announces her desire of spending a few private moments with the king and her daughter, in her imposing personal chamber.

With the slow courteous departure of trains of busy maids, attendants and Siya's friends, leaving her in the intimate company of her small family; the unhappy Gauri conveys her trifling grievances to the puzzled king "Maharaj you gracefully promised the Aryanagar monarchs that we could go ahead with the proposed date, and have remained busy with official matters ever since... little do you understand all the preparations that such a massive function entails..." she continues to justify the cause of her dilemmas "Only now did I realize that we are running short of a few articles... this is precisely what I feared... arriving at the end of the fortnight; we are leaving for Aryanagar tomorrow and most of the arrangements have not been completed..."

Apprehending his wife's expected concerns; the serene king assays to pacify her, but stops on incidentally noticing how the smiles on his attractive daughter's face, still seated on her chaise, had now given way to mystified frowns. As the king indicates his observations to his queen, the moved parents appraise how their discussions were marring Siya's ecstasy. Silently deciding to forego their issues for a brief while, for spending affectionate moments with their daughter instead; the king and queen slowly approach their enchanting girl. Seating themselves on either side of the princess, the proud king and queen regard how Siya's amplified radiance owing to her newfound happiness, only seemed to heighten her matchless beauty.

Admiring the beautiful henna adorning Siya's hands and feet; Gauri holds the girl's chin, as she discloses her remorse "How unfortunate that I have spent the past two weeks attending to numerous tasks... not once did I let you know how beautiful you have begun to look..."

Not knowing how to react to the overt display of motherly pride; Siya giggles and leans on to her mother, while the touched Gauri continues on a mild note "Tomorrow; you shall be formally promised to Rajkumar Dharam... just like how you had wished for... they are a very nice family Siya...I am confident that you shall be very happy there..."

Patting the elated Siya's head; Janardhan supports his wife's statements, by providing the ignorant duo with the delightful tidings "I received a message from Aryavardhan... it seems that Rajkumar Dharam has been ordained as the crown prince now... he is Yuvraj Dharam..."

As the jubilant mother and daughter rejoice enthusiastically on learning of the marvellous developments; the pleased father watches on with elevated spirits, before dreamily reliving the glorious memories of his daughter's carefree childhood "I find it difficult to imagine that my little child who used to run around as a small girl in the palace... play in my arms... will soon be getting married... living in Aryanagar... and one day possibly acceding the throne of Aryanagar, as queen..."

Heeding the adorable yet painful recollections that she had deliberately repressed from cropping up off late; the sentimental princess begins to feel choked at the sudden reminder that the time to leave her home and family was slowly arriving "Proceed to live in Aryanagar? But I do not want to miss Niphaud...the welcome scenes of sunrise and sunset from the windows of my chamber…the familiar faces in my home... watching the new flowers bloom in my palace garden every season... the beautiful sights of my kingdom...the most comforting presence of my parents... the amicable everyday gossip with my friends... why does a girl have to go through such grief at the most anticipated moments in her life..."

Unaware of the turmoil Siya was already undergoing; the sensitive queen exposes her heartfelt thoughts lovingly "True Maharaj... she shall then have so many tasks to supervise... so many people to converse with... but, I shall be left all alone here..." after a brief pause, the fond mother declares her adoring complaints to the heavyhearted girl resentfully "Once you are gone, who shall listen to my ceaseless frustrations Siya? Come every festival and occasion, who shall I tailor new dresses for? Will I get the chance to look at your face, first thing in the morning, ever again?"

Suddenly noticing the tears streaming from the eyes of his daughter; Janaradhan abruptly interrupts his wife "Gauri stop now... you are making the child cry... she was enjoying herself for so long..."

Experiencing guilt; the tearful mother immediately dries her tears and then wipes the droplets from Siya's cheeks, before hugging her daughter comfortingly.

Patting the weeping princess in a bid to mitigate the emotional ambience; the pragmatic father mentions mockingly "The Yuvraj seems to be such a caring person... he might take us to task, if he came to know that we were responsible for reducing his princess to tears... it is all right Gauri, we old parents will soon be showering all our affection on our grandchildren instead...your can choose fine gifts and dresses for them, while I patiently wait for their enjoyable visits and stay at Niphaud..."

Amidst her sobs; the princess unwittingly breaks out into a disapproving smile at her father for jesting even such profoundly sensitive instants, before the three royals proceed for a short period, to relish their limited remaining moments of togetherness.

Aryanagar; Outskirts of the village of Sawai - The scrap yard

Supplementing the existent natural hues of the sunny morning; the colourful scenes of the expansive cluttered metal scrap yard, loftily parade indefinite lines of assorted booths and stalls that house sellers catering to masses of local populace. Merchandising metals of various proportions, forms, colours and stages; swamped vendors attend to their fervent rush of routine clients, primarily constituting of weapon merchants accompanied by their skilled force of blacksmiths. Following the completion of their transactions; the plethora of buyers ranging from the tardily indifferent to the distressingly aggravated, carry their behemoth baskets and invade every available stretch in the narrow passageways. In the process of trying to avail accessible space; mutual shoving and arguments of the travellers' only add to the already deafening cacophony of loud bartering and clangs of raw metal being hauled about.

Flanked by a protective circumference of Aryanagar soldiers keeping any inconsiderate travellers away from his magnificent being; the young prince makes his way through the suffocating lanes and finally stations himself in front of a particularly busy stall.

As the immensely occupied comely old vendor gauges the advent of regal presence in front, he directs his attention to the prince who begins yelling his query, in an effort to be heard above the surrounding noise "Thank you for your attention ... I was informed by the merchants that just sold the royal arsenal their latest batch of weapons that a particular influential seller here was dealing with adulterated raw material..."

Unable to finish his inquiry due to an unforeseen distraction in the form of frustrated shouts, submerging even the existent glaring tumult around; the surprised Veer looks up to note that the disturbance was emanating from an adjacent shopkeeper. Noticing the provoked seller dealing with the faintly familiar duo of a middle aged man and his younger aide standing beside; the dutiful royal shortly pauses to ensure that their dispute was only regular business dealing.

Frowning at the seemingly incredulous nature of the ongoing tiff; the busy prince turns back to continue with his interrogation of the obliging vendor "The name I was informed of, was Ramgir... the people here mention that you own one of the oldest stalls here... would you be aware of any seller here, called Ramgir?"

Just as the frail man responds to the prince's doubt by nodding his head in the negative; the row in the stall to their right intensifies, causing the entire royal entourage to temporarily channel their concentration on the ongoing strange proceedings.

Gradually discerning that the wayward pair of clientele were causing their overwhelmed dealer needless misery with their negligible grievances; Veer becomes increasingly chafed by their unfair actions.

Watching the unfolding events; the old seller stoops forward in order to murmur his views to the observing young royal "Rajkumar... I know those men... they are persistent troublemakers... ignore them..."

Eventually deciding to withdraw from their gripping paltry pastime; the pair realize that their altercation was being eyed by the formidable retinue of the Aryanagar sentinel, led by the youngest prince himself.

Intimidated by Veer's admonishing glares; the unhappy man whispers to the youth standing beside him, before beginning to retrace his steps "Seems like we are no longer permitted to even conduct normal trade in peace here any longer... let us continue on our way Tasha..."

As the pair swing around and swiftly leave the scene by shuffling through the crowds in the opposite direction, Veer asks the now relieved seller in the adjacent shop "Do they frequently visit this place and cause trouble? Shall I arrest them? That shall ensure that the father and son do not trouble anyone here, henceforth..."

Instantly returning to his assignments; the afflicted seller smiles respectfully at the prince's concern and nods his head negatively, as he replies in modest fashion "Welcome to the Sawai scrap yard, Your Highness... if you regularly visit places like ours, people shall spontaneously start behaving in appropriate manner... and please do not waste your efforts and time with such meandering folk... even if they are a squandering lot, their daughter is an honest dealer..."

Listening to the import of the cordial answer; the group of soldiers break out into amused frowns, while the disapproving Veer casually smirks and censures the situation on a frank note "Daughter? Pitiful are the times when the men of Aryanagar start solely depending on the toils of their womenfolk to run their households..."

Not wanting to fritter away any further time on the incident; the party of the soldiers led by the cardinal figure of their royal, walk away from the cramped path to pursue with their enquiries. Splitting up into smaller entities to hasten their progress with seeking the necessary information; the units spend a substantial part of the morning veering through numerous crowded alleys and inquiring with large numbers of sellers in the enormous area. While still duteously engaged in the task; the guarded prince enters yet another confining passage in between rows of scrap vendors and accidentally casts a momentary glance through the swarms of people, a few parallel lanes away. Rediscovering the now acquainted troublesome duo absorbed in a different bargain proceeding, Veer becomes shocked to see the pair flanked by the presence of a third figure standing beside them. Slowly perceiving the unmistakable persona of the stunning girl cloaked in pink, who seemed thoroughly consumed in her affairs; the stupefied prince begins to reflect on all the variant relevant incidents from the recent past "We are a tribe of nomadic blacksmiths" "All my tribe members... Tasha, Baba, Bade Baba... have arrived at Aryanagar and settled too" "Even if they are a squandering lot, their daughter is an honest dealer..."

Hardly three narrow stretches away; the attractive girl assiduously tries to quicken the unnecessary lag in her otherwise simple task, unmindful of awed glances from occasional onlookers, who were inspired by the unusual sight of a sterling beauty in their midst.

With her anticipation for the remainder of her rare day of leisure being increasingly dampened; Shera gently prods her laggard father "No baba...please heed my advice...that material is of very poor quality... we cannot afford to make cheap samples... the weapons need to be highly potent if we want to win the contract..."

Heedless of her repeated pleas; the miserly father shakes his head and discredits her sternly "Spending all that money to buy scrap...why are you so confident that the Aryanagar soldiers will indeed come to take our samples? Who told you so? "

Placing her hand on her hips pretentiously; the irked petite utters an overbearing response "Well baba... I just know... call it a girl's intuition..."

As the two men start sniggering at her evidently unjustified confidence; the now vexed girl sighs deeply, as she seethes to herself "None of my work is getting done... I should have known better than to permit you two to tag along with me, once again...if chachi was here instead, I would have completed my work long ago..."

Immediately removing four coins from the ruffles of her closely guarded pouch; Shera escalates the dominance in the grimness of her tone, as she voices hersuggestion "Here ... this money would suffice a return tanga trip to Aryanagar and even fetch something extra, in case you need so... I shall collect the materials, and return by the noon tanga..." she continues firmly "By myself..."

Sensing instantaneous delight at the invaluable prospect of few spare coins; the avaricious Baba wastes no time in grabbing his share of the money and swerves around surrounding masses, after muttering a short superficial parting wish to his daughter. Noticing Shera's subtle melancholy at the hurried departure of her inconsiderate father; the sly Tasha pacifies his despise at being dictated to by the girl and arrogantly takes his dole, before disappearing through the hordes of commoners.

Fathoming the insensitivity of the pair; Shera calms her brief gloom by comprehending her eventual success at having purchased peace and moves over to more familiar stalls, to examine and barter for the metal scraps, through the remainder of the morning.

Aryanagar; Outskirts of the village of Sawai – Outside the scrap yard

Having laboured her way through the crowded spaces of the comprehensive scrap yard; the slender girl steadily balances the large woven basket atop her, while simultaneously hauling an apparently hefty jute sack, along the sparsely occupied streets. Assiduously progressing towards the site of the tanga station; the young blacksmith eventually marks the locale to be deserted and sighs dejectedly at the annoying failure of all her desperate efforts to reach on time. Possessing heavy load requiring transportation; the lone girl is faced with no option other than patiently waiting a considerable while under the fiery brilliance of the noon sun, till the next tanga bound for Aryanagar arrived. Quickly resigning herself to the uncongenial facts; the practical girl shields her face from the intense heat, while hoping to entertain herself during the wait, by watching the sporadic fleeting of loaded bullock carts and horse-driven tangas through the dusty roads.

Inadvertently distracted by a hushed commotion a short distance away; the surprised girl observes the elaborately armoured assemblage of royal sentinel forcibly restraining a rebellious stranger, under the supervision of their pre-eminent royal. Her attention now turned to the more occupying proceedings; Shera silently watches the dashing Veer through the shelter of her pink veil, as he gruffly withdraws his embellished sleeves and glares menacingly at the obvious offender, in a bid to subdue him. Entertained by how the royal's temper invariably preceded his handsome bearing; whatever the circumstance encompassed, the petite begins giggling to herself. While increasingly humoured by all prior incidents that supported her stance, she slowly realizes that his rage was generally associated with the protected loyalty he possessed towards his undertakings, bringing back his last words to her "If the officials are impressed with your samples, I could try and get your tribe a permanent contract ...I cannot promise, but shall definitely endeavour to do so..." ebbing into silent smiles at the amusing prince's complex nature; her merry temperament gradually subdues when she is forced to recollect Agni's dreaded words about her supposed role in the fate of Veer's life "You have not discovered a single thing yet... not a single shred of information...you inferior Shramik..." "Frame Veer and the family for all of these." Revolving on how such unpleasant thoughts were afflicting her often off late; Shera again feels dragged into the same thwarting cycle of conscience "The only genuine men that you know, you are now plotting against... Ananya, why are you putting up with this vicious deed..."

Preoccupied for a long while; the muddled girl fails to realize that the transpiring scene had terminated and that the prince was now majestically walking up to his steed to depart from the area.

Engrossed in dictating his final biddings to his guards; Veer accidentally notices Shera waiting at the desolate area and elusively diverted from his chore, finds himself trying to interpret, if the mystifying girl was scrutinizing his deeds or gazing into oblivion. The preciseness of his firm instructions gradually tapering into flashes of vague hurried statements; Veer unintentionally hastens the concluding procedures and rapidly dispatches his soldiers, along with the subjugated prisoner back to Aryanagar. As the entourage bring their tasks to a closure and swiftly mount their conveyances to ride away with the captive, the bustle shakes the absorbed Shera out of her thoughts, who quickly perceives the situation and recomposes herself, to flash Veer a charming smile.

Resolutely surveying the luring girl's smile for less than a moment; the unfaltering Veer leads his horse by its reigns towards her, conscious to appear neither hesitant, nor moved. While amicably beholding the prince advancing in her direction through the grim lane; the observant girl incidentally catches sight of a frail man, at a far corner of the forlorn route. Gradually comprehending that something behind him had managed to seize the attention of the enticing girl; Veer swings around to notice an old adult with crinkled eyes squatting on the sultry ground, being repeatedly circled by an affectionate dog. Moved by the plight of the helpless blind lone man leaning on to the only available support of a bamboo stick; the young royal instantly arrests his strides and humbly retraces his steps towards the seemingly infirmed man.

Generously digging his hand into his velvet pouch; the concerned Veer bends forward with a few gold coins, as he gently offers the man his modest services "Are you all right baba? Here... I have something to give you..."

Suddenly alerted by the fact that he was being addressed to; the asleep old adult opens his eyes and gapes apprehensively at the startled prince, as he clumsily stumbles in his efforts to stand up and simultaneously shoo the stray dog away.

Shortly grasping what had occurred; the offended man feels frightened to express himself for few disconcerting moments, until he finally musters his courage to speak up "Your Highness... I apologise... but, I am no blind beggar…I was only waiting for my brother to arrive from the scrap yard..."

No sooner than the anxious old commoner speedily enlightens the young royal; he sprints back towards the busy grounds of the scrap yard, leaving the chagrined prince all alone.

Thoroughly entertained by the unexpected turn of events; Shera takes a while to recover from her sporadic bursts of adorable chuckles, while the irked Veer glares at the girl's amused disposition and chides her, on ultimately reaching her location "Now do you know what I mean when I say that I always get into strange situations with you…"

Disinclined to cause the young royal any further grief; the stunning girl strives to regain her composure in a few moments, as she elucidates "Accept my apologies Rajkumar... however; all I was doing, was momentarily glancing at him..."

Essaying to retrieve their poise after the comical account; the awkward pair quickly flash each other formal grins during the few succeeding silent moments.

Abruptly realizing the discomforting fact that the alluring girl would recognize herself as the reason behind his temporary halt; the vain prince feels averse to appearing meek and instantly proceeds to inform the hapless girl of his compelling agenda "I was actually on my way...I... I have other matters to look to... I just thought...you seemed lost, so I paused to enquire... are you waiting here by yourself..." indicating towards the empty tanga station; the prince wipes his tired brow, as he continues to ask "Would you have to wait long for the next tanga?"

Conceiving the awkwardness behind his regard; Shera grins at the uneasy Veer and then relieves him in refined manner, by cordially refusing his offer of concern "It is all right Rajkumar, I am not lost ...I do not have to get back to my shop today ...I am in no hurry..." gauging his puzzled frowns, the lively girl explains further "I have been up many nights training my aide Radha... and working through the days helping Pari chachi with didi's wedding arrangements..." she pauses pragmatically "You may have to get back to Aryanagar... I shall wait for the evening tanga... please proceed Rajkumar..."

While briefly acknowledging the girl's assurance of her ability to be able to carry on independently; the prince recalls the earlier episode that morning and eventually decides to overcome his indecisiveness in order to allay the curiosity plaguing him, so far "I... I... have been meaning to ask... I... think... by chance, I met... this morning... a man...your..."

Straightaway observing that the prince did not bear an ideal impression of her father; the cognizant Shera giggles at the cautious manner in his approach, before casually confirming his doubts "Yes... Rajkumar Veer... that is my father...he did give me his own version of what transpired ..." she pauses haltingly "I hope there is no issue..."

Though ignorant of her ingrained dilemmas; the shrewd Veer senses that the generally impish girl seemed slightly reticent that day and nods his head to ease her fears "No... no I don't think so..." he pauses for a short while "All right... I shall be on my way..."

With only little time to spare and hoping to make a quick visit to the orphanage nearby, prior to his return home; the royal flashes the girl a quick parting smile and then begins to steer the steed in a course opposite to the direction needed to be taken for Aryanagar.

Intuiting that the girl was subtly confused by his actions; the confident Veer looks ahead and justifies himself aloud, while carefully disguising the reality of where he was headed to "I am not returning to Aryanagar now... I have to go some place else first..."

Just as Veer is about to mount his gallant animal; the duo manage to spot a tanga arrive at an abrupt stop, a short distance along the glum street. Gradually detecting an attractive young lady supporting the load of a few baskets descend the tanga; the heedful Shera becomes surprised to unravel the unforeseen presence of her close acquaintance in that area.

Fathoming that her receding friend had failed to notice them; the excited girl glimpses at the immobilising heavy load beside her and quickly ensures no one else was around, before hollering out to her, across the street "Sakshi didi... Sakshi didi..."

Alarmed to discover her name being shouted in the desolate streets of Sawai; Sakshi fleetingly turns around and becomes shocked to descry the outlines of her young companion standing beside her regal brother, on the opposite side of the road.

Amazed by the coincidence; the unaware Shera barely waits for Sakshi to cross the street, before barraging her friend with affable questions "Sakshi didi... what are you doing at Sawai? You never mentioned that you had work at Sawai..."

Watching Sakshi's warm smiles at her and then at the lordly prince; Shera anticipates an astonished reaction from Veer at the chance occurrence too, but becomes taken aback on noticing only a quiet exchange of gentle smiles between the duo instead.

Hardly taking a few moments to discern that neither Veer nor Sakshi were profoundly surprised to spot the presence of the other in Sawai; the witty girl's past suspicions of the cause for their association, begin to be strengthened "Have they both been here before? I was right...Rajkumar Veer is closely liaised with Sakshi didi's family...they both are...are hiding something! Is he protecting them for some reason...is the hideout for revolutionaries somewhere around...no, it cannot be...neither of them seem capable ot such deeds..." continuing for a long while to reflect on her dubious thoughts;more terrifying echoes race past her mind "I expect you to come up with at least some incriminating information soon...if not, I shall personally ensure that you are thrown back to those very men who wanted to have a piece of you." "Ananya, you have to do this..to keep the children alive."

Despite hints of dazed uncertainty concealed behind Shera's soft grins; Veer prudently chooses to remain hush about the orphanage, while the tender Sakshi lets out a deep sigh, before progressing to disclose the true reason for her arrival at Sawai "Shera if you have some time to spare, I shall take you to a place; but please do not breathe a word about it to anyone else..." she pauses "Anyway, why worry so much... you shall be coming here for the wedding in two days...so it is high time you were made aware too..."

Remaining oblivious all through of the crafty scheming eyes of Tasha minding their latest developments from a food stall, at the end of the street; the friendly gathering of the trio decide to start on their new unplanned journey, after plenty of deliberation and debate.

Sawai, The orphanage

Travelling together for a considerable time through the escalating denseness in the foliage that admirably shielded their paths from the harsh rays of the noon sun; the prince eventually becomes delighted on sensing the proximity to his destination. Having been unable to participate in the trifling chatter of the chirpy girls so long; Veer looks forward to his impending visit to the orphanage and shortly informs the girls, before speeding ahead on his horse with their heavy loads. Giggling at the sight of the frisky prince riding off; the two friends on foot ensue with their trivial prattle, while the versant Sakshi concurrently warns her friend in advance of any hurdles in the form of large pebbles, terrifying insects or protruding branches. Though thoroughly enjoying her lovely company and the expectancy of the unknown sight she was to stumble on; the thrilled Shera finds the occasional emergence of the troubling reminders of her sad reality, blemishing the otherwise beautiful moments. Repeatedly struggling to disregard the dishonest actuality of why she was accompanying the pair; the plagued girl shrouds the mixture of emotions passing her mind, as she persists with her contribution to her spirited chitchat with Sakshi.

Suddenly realizing that she was still in a state of partial trance through Sakshi's hard nudges; Shera notes her elated friend pointing to a small clearing in the thickness of the woods "Shera that is what I was trying to show you... that clearing... what happened... you seemed slightly lost... what were you thinking..."

Gradually heeding what seemed like the playful clamour of numerous children; the curious Shera breaks out into a surprised smile and rushes her pace, to catch up with her friend, now waiting at the aperture.

Finally appearing at the outset of the lush planar area; the sprightly girl casts a momentary glance at Veer's horse tethered to a tree with her heavy sack stored at the foot and then directs her awestruck glances at the other breathtaking scenes, in front. Appraising the large serene bamboo refuge hidden by woodlands with the apparent sole purpose of sheltering multitudes of abandoned children; the astonished girl scans the plethora of innocent faces, reminding her of the young ones from her tribe, in more ways than one.

Slowly perceiving the vivid scenes; she becomes struck by the unacquainted view of guileless residents blissfully untainted by malice, as they selflessly carried on tending to their lives and to those of others around them. Indiscernibly benumbed; Shera speechlessly watches how enthusiastic older children scurried around to lend a helping hand with the core of routine activities, while the fervent younger ones had amassed around the appealing presence of their prince, vying for his priceless attention.

While the occupied Sakshi beams at the familiar pleasant faces and moves ahead to inform the inmates of the hut of their arrival; the overwhelmed Veer endeavours to manage the tiny mob around him. Continuing to willingly subdue to the gimmicks of the young ones overpowering him; the young royal glimpses around to discover Shera still restrained to her position and relates her response to his similar touching experience, when he had first set eyes on the place.

Breaking out into an understanding smile; Veer tries to catch up on his breath, as he indicates to the surrounding disorderly army, while addressing the enthralling girl "Though little; they are really adept at knowing how to get their way, aren't they?" incidentally noting that what he had just uttered held relevance to the girl he was talking to too, he asks Shera mischievously "What happened...don't want to step in...you seem dazed at having met your match at last..."

Yielding to the children's simple wishes; the ecstatic Shera allows them to tug her through the calming sights and smells of - the wet mud at the small water well, stacked bundles of firewood, a semi constructed chalet and the main hut where the next meal was being prepared. On being eventually led to a charming open area at the back, crudely levelled with softer ground; the girl views the humble testimonies of the children's modest pastimes scattered all over their play retreat. Shaken by the riotous young ones, competing in avid cacophony to highlight their favourite toys; the whelmed Shera is randomly introduced to a rickety mold ridden trunk, blunted wooden weapons, three worn-out rag dolls and a two large rocks that assumed the roles of seats or thrones, depending on the nature of the game. As the prime visitor is forcefully seated on one smooth rock, the girl endeavours to denote her attention to as many divergent conversations and activities possible, in attempt not to thwart anyone's enthusiasm. All through her enjoyable frantic efforts to heed the chatter stemming from every direction; Shera regularly uncovers the presence of the children from her tribe in the faces of the angelic orphans, encircling her.

Through the physical disruption; the slow emergence of a faint cry from the horde, carries the blissful girl's attention to shortly discover a youngster slumped on the ground. Gently moving the avid young ones around her; Shera picks the child, who seemed evidently disturbed at having been forcefully shoved away from the action and places him on her lap in order to pacify him. Quickly realizing that the only solution to keep the noisy clamour composed would be to indulge everyone in an activity of common interest; Shera claps her palms in order to try and garner attention from the partially obliging audience, requesting them to take a seat.

No sooner than some of the young ones comply with her wishes; the skilful prankster arches over to pick up a few rounded pebbles from the ground and swiftly proceeds to display riveting tricks and stunts with astonishing dexterity. Amazed by the novel show unravelling in front; the wide-eyed children scamper to sink into any available spaces that would enable them an unobstructed view of the sport, thus causing a steady spontaneous hush to overtake the uproar in the crowd. While the expectably enthralled simple young minds desperately try to decipher the craft behind the deceptive feats; the most spellbound participant remains the unwitting lively girl herself, thoroughly immersed in her act of entertaining the innocent spectators.

Unbeknown to the occupied throng; Veer observes their pursuit from a distance, appraising and silently wondering how enraptured the entertained team were by their organizer "Every instance that I meet her...she seems like a different person all together... as though there is always something more than meets the eye... probably that is why I prefer to stay away from her...why I choose not to trust her... but...then... there is something about this...."

Instantly aware of the person who could be behind the competing rocks; the entertained girl scrutinizes her thwarted targets and then looks down, chuckling to herself. Succeeding a brief stint of awestruck silence owing to the seemingly splendorous unforeseen feat; the children rapidly turn around, to realize that the victor was their exalted prince indeed. As the mob swiftly shift their loyalties by bursting forth into revelry at the fact that their instructor had finally been conquered by the prince, Shera eventually lets go of the boy beside her and swings around, to come to face with her competitor.

Waiting for the prince to finish offering lofty bows to his young admirers; the girl flashes the proud royal an indifferent smile, quietly revealing her hidden justifications for her defeat "I was only keeping the children occupied Rajkumar...I know you are aware that this was a relatively easy target..." unmindful of the gathering's support for Veer; the genial girl grins and indicates with her eyes towards more remote branches and difficult targets, signifying a call for a fresh match "Want to enter an actual contest, oh Rajkumar?"

Thoroughly apprehending that she was provoking him for a battle to prove the true command of her skills over his; the perceptive prince adapts Shera's shrewd stance and conveys his silent refusal of the offer, with a graceful negative nod "You were entertaining the children... I was only a humble observer...I participated in the challenge and beat your mark...that's all..."

Marginally surprised by the unusually reticent attitude of the otherwise daring prince; the witty girl continues their noiseless parley, by knitting her eyebrows to question him "Not taking up the challenge? Why Rajkumar...is it the fear of losing to my expertise..."

Signalling to the sudden spurt in the numbers of his admirers; the wise Veer shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, to denote his speechless reply "Well let me just say that I am well aware of all your tactics now...so I shall stay smart and not lose face in front of the newfound adorers I just gained..."

Discerning how the prince was not ready to forgo his undeserved praise; the amused girl giggles aloud for a short while and then flashes Veer a magnanimous smile with generous hidden hints of concealed superiority, intending to reflect her resilient attitude "Well as long as you acknowledge that the flawlessness in my aim precedes yours, I shall let you have your taste of victory this time Rajkumar Veer..."

An affable voice unexpectedly echoes from behind the pair; abruptly terminating the cunning muted dialogues that they were embroiled in, so far "What happened? These naughty little ones still keeping you both busy! Why don't you both come along..." as the young horde waste no time in rebelling at the premature suspension of their fascinating sport, the cordial Sakshi tries to reconcile with the dismayed children "Oh My! Please let the two of them spend some time with us too... all right I shall ask your bhaiyya to extend his permitted playtime for you this evening ... now go on..."

While the entertained pair of Veer and Shera watch the instantaneous disorderly dispersal of the jubilant crowd from their vicinity; Sakshi moves forward to gently tap her petite friend and conveys her message "Shera your jeejaji is here...you wanted to meet him, didn't you... Rajkumar Veer, ma is here too and very restless to meet you... shall we proceed, now that the games have come to an end?"

Listening to Sakshi's statements; the mischievous pair conclude the myriad of impish silent exchanges that they had had so far by trading subtly haughty grins, before hastily proceeding to accompany Sakshi walking towards the other end of the serene settings.

Skirting away from a train of frenzied young girls chasing each other; the ecstatic mother carefully balances two battered clay bowls housing berries and peanuts, as she ardently approaches the pleasantly surprising presence of her cherished visitor. Arriving at the scene; Pari briefly pauses to admire how her young son had disregarded his regal stature and thoroughly occupied himself in helping their family construct the new house that was being built for the young couple.

Briefly relishing the amiability of the scene where all her loved ones were involved together; Pari regresses from her musings to proceed towards Shera and Sakshi, who were skilfully fastening a bundle of straw into thatch. After exchanging a few morsels of snacks for heartfelt smiles with the enchanting girls; the mother walks up to the energetic prince, who was transporting bundles of thatches towards the modest structure.

Taming her sentiments; Pari addresses Veer formally, as she extends the delectables to him "Rajkumar Veer your presence here has provided us unequivocal pleasure... we are looking forward to your presence here again, in two day's time...both yours and Rajkumar Dharam's presence...to grace the wedding rituals...for all the..."

Affectionately listening to the enraptured mother's words; the absorbed royal abruptly recollects how he had forgotten to account for the personal circumstances that had developed recently, making his attendance of the couple's wedding unfeasible.

Immediately dropping off the heavy load at the incomplete courtyard with a muffled grunt; Veer sports an awkward frown on receiving a few peanuts from the joyous Pari and remorsefully interrupts her yearnings "Maaji...two days' time! Oh Lord! I missed mentioning this...I apologize...I...I mean' we might not be able to attend the marriage festivities ... actually, a favourable development occurred a fortnight ago... the princess of Niphaud is about to be promised to Dharam day after tomorrow...I don't know how appropriate it would seem for myself and Dharam to leave the guests behind...I don't see how it is possible for Rajkumari Siya to accompany us...hence; I am not sure if we might be able to forsake the guests during their short stay to arrive here..."

Marking the prince's reply; the pained Sakhi instantaneously surveys the dejection in her mother's eyes. Striving to disregard her own disappointment; the young lady ends the ungainly silence with a chirpy response "Oh Rajkumar Veer... yes yes... we learnt of it too...there have been ceremonies aplenty taking place in all temples in the capital to commemorate the occasion ... please do convey our wishes to the crown prince..."

Overwhelmed by the earnest pleas; the deeply moved Veer hurriedly munches the peanuts, in order to mutter a quick response with a modest smile "I shall definitely try to do so..."

Sensing her friend's bewilderment; Sakshi snaps out of her sisterly thoughts and tightens a binding knot around two bundles of hay, before commencing to explain with a proud smile "Shera...running an orphanage for Shramiks is illegal in Aryanagar...people like Rajkumar Agni would destroy such an institution in no time... why, even revolutionaries used to misuse this place... till of course Rajkumar Veer defeated most of them and drove the rest out of Aryanagar..."

With her ambiguity and doubts on the discreet matter gradually clarified by Sakshi's statements; the degree of Shera's guilt begins to reach abysmal depths on realizing that the family had no illegal connections and only an innocent orphanage to hide. Coerced into weighing the virtue of her future victims against her shameful compulsions; the disturbed girl unintentionally halts her help to Sakshi, as she mentally reproaches herself "Jeejaji is doing so much for the betterment of such unfortunate children...Sakshi didi and Pari chachi trust me so much... Rajkumar Veer has promised to help my tribe... am I meant to let all of them down... no...no I cannot... but...but if Rajkumar Agni did come to know that I was siding all of them, he would kill the remaining twenty five members of my tribe in one instant... Lord! What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to deal with such a dilemma..."

Contemplating on the latest facts divulged to him; the prince hurls the final batch of load from his shoulders near the straw pile at the construction site and then proceeds to confess sheepishly "I never realized the extent that such issues in Aryanagar, affected the people ... we were taught the general rules of administration in the Gurukul...but these practical problems never seem to end..."

Respectfully interrupting Veer's admissions; the wise Dhruv counsels him on a sociable note "That is precisely what education is for Rajkumar Veer - to help span the knowledge gained'" he pauses "You say you studied administration...administration is nothing but welfare of one's subjects...aren't Shramiks also your subjects..."

Rendered temporarily speechless by Dhruv's boundless knowledge and experience; Veer quickly overcomes his strange sensation of culpability, in order to utter a feeble defence "Anyway, don't worry Dhruv ji... once Dharam becomes the king and gains power... the changes you want to see shall indeed become remarkably visible."

Discontinuing his taxing work; Dhruv nods his head to refute Veer's youthful and exceedingly optimistic outlook "Rajkumar Veer... all this can only be lessened by the rightful rule of a kind king, not solved... intolerance has been embed in the society for many years now..." he pauses to reveal with subtle authority "Do you know that we have a brilliant child called Gopi in our midst...a six year old who can recite verses from the Vedas...but he is a Shramik child... if this knowledge was made known in public; both, he and his tutor would be imprisoned...how any king would overcome such misgivings in a biased society is definitely worth a ponder..."

Exposed with every passing moment to the numerous aspects in the complicated affair of running a kingdom justly; the overwhelmed Veer begins to feel repelled by how dreadful the Shramik's destinies were. Feeling increasingly inspired by the unfolding revelations; his qualities of leadership, egalitarianism and magnanimity, slowly yet steadily kindle the young royal into pledging allegiance towards the betterment and welfare of the oppressed subjects "He is right...I never appreciated how many things could be done...and had to be done...to uplift everyone's dire conditions ...henceforth; my preferences would undoubtedly lie with striving to help all hapless residents in this kingdom... especially Shramiks, the most downtrodden of them all..."

Admiring the prince's sympathetic actions; Dhruv rubs his muddy palms with a stray cloth and courteously accepts the invaluable charity, repeating his desire once again "Rajkumar Veer...I hope you would understand...for now, please do not let anyone else know about anything that I have told you of, so far..."

Approaching the periphery of the large sweeping woodlands dotted around the border village of Sawai; the proximity of the clusters of shrubs and bulky barks begin to disperse, marginally permitting the early evening rays to seep through. Despite taking casual notice of the sun's vivid beams permeating the crevices in the branches; the silent pair remain primarily preoccupied with the freshly discovered facts, through their prolonged stroll. Uncovering newfound motivation and goal of working towards the welfare of his subjects; the prince dynamically strides on the rustling leaves, leading along his horse and its hefty burden of the young blacksmith's purchase from the scrap yard.

Unmindful of Veer's reserved self; the alluring girl daintily holds her veil over her partly shrouded face; reflecting on the moving words and sights she had just come across, a rare preference over her usual vivacious demeanour of studying her surroundings "People like Rajkumar Agni would destroy such an institution in no time... even revolutionaries used to misuse this place..."

As the hushed duo emerge from the fringe of the lush expanse to face the dusty sparse streets of Sawai, Veer identifies that his span of silence with his co-traveller had lasted for a seemingly perpetual stretch of time.

Essaying to end the strangely formal ambience in between them; the prince begins making conversation with the luring Shera "Am I mistaken...or have I been fortunate enough to be spared...due to your unusual reticence today?"

Discerning his inquiry; the sensible girl is obliged to accept the fact that no further speculation on her plight would diminish her troubles. Forsaking her sombre temperament; Shera quickly resumes her refreshing self and chatter "Oh! I was just mulling Rajkumar...it was amusing to watch how all of them here regard yourself and your status with awe and fondness..." observing an immediate frolicsome reaction in the form of a proud shrug from the prince; the humoured Shera mentally admonishes Veer's belittlement of his fortune "Indeed lucky are those that possess the luxury to attract affection wherever they go..."

Unaware of the long stretch of time that she had been housed on a cosy scarlet velvet sheet countering the chilly marble floor, or of the strain it was causing her legs; the jubilant mother intermittently gapes at the numerous encircling golden trays. While the joyous Nivritti endeavours to organize the placement of gifts and presentations meant for various ranks of arriving visitors; enthusiastic female attendants flanked beside her in the imposing chamber, dutifully attend to all her gratifying wishes. In spite of the demanding nature of the plethora of arrangements in the past fortnight; Nivritti's fatigue fails to mar her radiance, portraying both, her innate beauty and her happiness owing to the impending festivities. As the beautiful evening views the brisk fluttering about of the sprightly regal group, everyone's exhilaration remains an obvious result of the proportions of the forthcoming gaiety, a phenomenon that the stark palace had been devoid of for a very long spell.

As the obliging attendant swiftly stands up and dashes to the other end of her chamber to carry out her bidding, the queen moves the priceless trinkets aside carefully and returns to her commitments with the remaining articles.

Thoroughly absorbed with the enjoyable fervent comments that her besetting maids were making about the new family; the queen takes a while to realize that a voice was calling out to her "Ranima...what... how did you get this?"

Looking up to uncover that her maid was holding the precious bamboo Krishna idol, presented to her by the desolate Pari at the temple festival; the affected mother instantly enjoins her inquisitive maid sternly "Dhanya...please keep it inside now... at once... carefully..." gradually pausing her instructions on appraising that her maids appeared baffled by her possessiveness of such an inexpensive image; Nivritti elaborates on a softer note "Well...it is a memento...it was presented to me by an unfortunate family...they worshipped the idol all these years in the memory of their deceased son...after Dharam and Veer returned from the Gurukul, the lady presented it to me informing me that it would bring good fortune to the royal family..."

Watching the development of unconvinced frowns on the distant face of her silent maid, through the light of the freshly lit lamps in the room; the puzzled Nivritti places the objects from her hand back onto the trays, to enquire "What happened Dhanya? What are you looking to convey?"

Giggling at the evasive frivolous undertone in his question; the sportive girl briefly peers along the deserted streets to lookout for the arrival of the evening tanga and then turns around, to return his mocks with a casual confession "I have not had the privilege of attending Gurukul...how would I know how to wield weapons Rajkumar..." instantly detecting a hint of haughtiness in Veer's majestic smile; the witty Shera yields to his superiority in lively manner, taking the prince by surprise "Yes, if situation demands; I can defend myself from an odd ruffian or two... but anything beyond; it would only be fair to realize that I would be forced to wait for some noble soul like yourself to aid me..." noticing the royal's sudden battle to disguise his obvious blush at the unexpected prankish praise, the triumphant petite continues on a milder note "You are very fond of your weapons and your skills at handling them... are you not, Rajkumar?"

Grinning at her mesmerizing profile; the amused Veer nods his head to accept the validity of her statements and then shortly swerves the subject to reveal a rare glimpse of concern towards her "Ananya...you had mentioned that you owed someone debts... is there not any way that I can help you about it?"

Genuinely touched by his kind effort; the dignified girl refuses his offer with a benign smile "No...thank you Rajkumar Veer... I should manage easily..." she continues friskily "And if I fall short of a few coins... I might pick an odd pocket or two..."

Bursting out into a short spell of chuckles at her mischievous reply; Veer slowly notices that the smiling petite was now staring at the stark ground below her, simultaneously etching insignificant patterns with her toes through the dust. Gradually coming to realize that the attractive blacksmith's gleeful exaggerated tales could be an attempt to conceal the actuality of her possible sadder existence; the smile wears off from the prince's face.

Abandoning her petty pursuit of imprinting designs; Shera visually darts around the stop and the bleak roads for any sign of her evening conveyance, before vibrantly turning back to investigate the cause for the lengthy silence from the prince.

Astonished to note that the stunning royal was unreservedly looking into her consuming eyes; the speechless girl apprehends that the prince had actually been studying her actions so long, probably in the search for few honest answers to her mysterious being. Submitting to the strange moment; the hushed petite quietly observes the drawing nature of his glares, till a distant clamour in the street abruptly make the pair fathom that they were gazing at each other, for a few moments longer than warranted.

Courteously rushing to aid the prince in unloading her hefty freight; Shera agrees perkily "Yes... memorable indeed... the children...the sights at the orphanage ..." pausing to gauge the restless expressions on the face of the prince, who was hauling the weight; she tries to transform the awkwardness between them into playful exchanges "Why Rajkumar, am I mistaken... was there any other cherished instant...anything else in particular, about today... that you were referring to?"

With the prime matter that unsettled him the most having been stirred; Veer becomes instantly annoyed by Shera's mischievous hints that pointed to his rare unguarded moments with her. His vanity shaken; the prince fails to see reason in the jest and reverts to his otherwise resolute self, retorting harshly "What? W...what... no... no I meant the children at the orphanage... what else do you think, I could be referring to..." still aggravated at having permitted her an opportunity to bait him; the now discomforted Veer scorns the girl's proximity during her sincere efforts to help him with the load and chides her unsympathetically "Leave the sack alone... you are delaying me...I can do it myself and proceed on my way..."

Yielding to both his status and irate demeanour; the patient Shera shortly takes a few obedient steps back, to watch the sturdy royal deftly tow the sack to the station. Surprised by the varied range of conflicting attitudes displayed by the prince; the petite begins to deliberate to herself "Short tempered...sometimes overtly prideful ...but...it doesn't imply that he does not possess humility..." she pauses "Well, in spite of having access to such luxuries and opulence, he always like to keep himself busy with assisting the common man..." halting her thoughts to notice the apparently enlarging tanga nearing her; the girl snaps out of her muse and giggles at the queer direction that her debate appeared to be taking.

Pallor having intensively conquered the glow in her visage; the distressed Nivritti struggles to rationalize the gush of afflicting notions, swinging back and forth in her mind "What is she saying? She might be wrong...no this cannot be true... were that family mistaken or did they deliberately lie to me...is their son still alive...if so, then why did she hand over the idol to me?"

Striving to restrain her trembling fingers, in a meek bid to avoid her petrified state being exposed to her curious maids; the concerned mother tries to dispute the contradictory fears emerging in her mind, cursing the volatile fate of her son's future with her "Lord! Why can I not have a normal life with my son like every other mother? But... but... but... I could also be over-reacting...there could be no connection at all...can there...but, were they not the same family that selflessly nursed Veer for three days when he was injured during the riots...and...and...wasn't that lady, Pari staring dotingly at Veer during the temple festival ...Oh! Lord...could my panic be justified..."

Nervously facing a myriad of vague horrifying recollections that confounded the queen even more; Nivritti battles to swallow her tears, when she fails to recover from the agonizing reality that she could lose her son permanently one day "Every time I think Veer's past has indeed been buried, something crops up to bring harrowing reminders of it back to me..."

Having noticed her agitated persona; the troubled attendants attempt to enquire of her wellbeing, thus compelling the lone parent to slowly compose herself by taking a significant determined vow in the process "No... I have to soothe my racing fears...I cannot afford for others to unveil anything about all this...I shall meet the family after the ceremonies...I have to find out for myself...if all this is just a coincidence... or if they have been dishonest about the reason, for having handed the idol to me..."

Marking his actions; Shera charmingly refuses his support, in a selfless bid to prevent him further trouble "It's all right Rajkumar...I should be able to manage... you may proceed on your way..."

Placing the sack into the tanga single-handedly; the vigorous prince reproves Shera in a low tone "Stubborn..."

Recognizing the hush comment darted towards her; the alarmed girl turns around, only to descry the egoistic prince casually departing towards his steed.

Disapproving of his remark; Shera swings back to nimbly ascend the tanga, resorting to her only permitted retaliation of muttering inaudible justifications to herself "Stubborn? Rajkumar ...you should thank your stars that I am stubborn...if not, you would probably have never been spotted or rescued from that wet sidepath...on that damp cold night..."

Taken aback; Shera gradually accepts her pouch with gratitude, all the while striving to read the calculated expressions flashing through his auburn eyes, in order to perceive if the prince had been witness to her private moments of venting out frustrations. As the harness to the tanga is fastened, the shrewd girl still feels unable to dispel her ignorance on whether Veer had managed to construe the purport of her whispers and eventually chooses to remain silent on the issue. Returning the polite bows from the tanga passengers and its driver with a few formal nods; the stupefied Veer takes a few paces back to let the conveyance steer its course, away.

Having set out on the protracted journey from the lustrous Niphaudi streets even before the infantile sun had emerged; the scintillating procession maintain unbroken progress to ensure their arrival at the Aryanagar palace gates, in time for the auspicious moment. Alerted to the noise of celebratory fanfare at the very crack of dawn; masses of drowsy Aryanagar residents from all over the kingdom, rush outside their modest homes to observe the rare sequential marching of a less acquainted community in their streets. While most watch the procession in silent awe; excited children wave out to the cordial fringes of large military regiments guarding the glistening train of palace residents and the grand conveyances carrying the Niphaudi rulers. In between rows of sentinel safeguarding both the sovereigns and their hordes of priceless belongings; palace attendants systematically transport numerous trunks, bearing costly presents, religious paraphernalia and the ruling family's personal possessions. As the splendorous train pass and swerve through the amber streets of the capital, the Niphaudis survey and comment on the Aryanagar royals' affectionate exhibition of their enthusiasm for the festivities, by painstakingly decorating rows of streets with floral festoons.

Approaching the vicinity of the palace; the visiting procession march to an amplified welcome, comprising generous strewing of flowers, mellow fanfare and the fragrant showering of rosewater by methodically stationed Aryanagar residents. Striding in concert to the gladdening uproar of victorious hails to Maharaj Aryavardhan, Yuvraj Dharmavardhan and their soon to be royal kin from Niphaud; the guests reach the broad green lanes leading to the behemoth corrugated gates of the palace.

Having been informed of the progress of the Niphaudi entourage regularly during the propitious early morning; the diligent Aryanagar monarchs and their massive retinue complete their final examinations of their impeccable ceremonial hospitality arrangements. Made aware of the audible explosive sounds of bands and merrymaking advancing towards them; the dazzling Aryavardhan, Swathi and Nivritti, dressed in choicest of clothes and ornaments, cordially leave the interiors of their august palace. Encircled by breathtaking decorations and girdled by a vast flock of maids holding formally organized greeting trays; the restless monarchs wait at the topmost marble steps, joyously watching the official opening of the palace gates.

No sooner than the pomp and gaiety of the primary courtesies come to an end; the queens proceed to escort the paramount persona of the breathtaking princess emerging from her palanquin, shortly joined by her bevy of exuberant friends. Just as the nervous princess obeys her mother's instructions and offers the Aryanagar queens her humble respects by touching their feet, the delighted Swathi performs the indispensable customs to ward off any evil eye, from her spellbinding daughter.

Ensuing the lengthy tender procedures of welcome; the regal gathering of the queens, their attendants, friends and maids, finally enter the palace, with the guarded presence of the striking princess in their midst. Watching the colossal female retinue vanish into the majestic palace corridors; the elated kings gradually take their own course in a bid to join the magnificent Dharam and his handsome companions, patiently waiting in the receiving chamber of the palace.

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