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“Moonlight After Exile: A Promise of Forever” 🌙✨

Under the silver light of the full moon, Ayodhya finally slept in peace. The long years of exile had ended, and the kingdom now shimmered with celebration and relief. But away from the festive courtyards, on the quiet balcony of the palace, Lakshman and Urmila found a moment just for themselves.

Lakshman reclined on a cushioned seat, the soft breeze rustling his shawl. The moonlight outlined his calm face, so unlike the fierce warrior Urmila had imagined every night of those long fourteen years. Tonight, he looked simply like the man she had once playfully teased in Mithila—the man whose laughter had been her favorite sound.

Urmila approached quietly, her turquoise sari glinting faintly under the moon. Lakshman opened his eyes and smiled, a warmth spreading across his face.

“You should be resting,” he said softly. “You’ve been greeting people all day.”

“So should you,” she replied, settling beside him. “But somehow, I think you’re enjoying the moon more than your sleep.”

Lakshman chuckled. “For years, the moon was my only companion on long nights of guarding. I used to think of you whenever I looked at it.”

Her heart softened at his words. “Then I suppose,” she whispered, “we both spoke to the same moon.”

There was a pause—comfortable, full of all the unspoken stories between them.

Lakshman turned toward her, his eyes thoughtful. “Fourteen years of exile… and yet, I feel I’ve known peace only now, sitting beside you.”

Urmila smiled faintly, brushing a stray lock from his forehead. “And what will you do with all this peace, my prince?”

He pretended to ponder. “Hmm… perhaps build us a small garden. You can fill it with flowers, and I’ll guard them like they’re the gates of Ayodhya.”

She laughed, a sound that danced in the night air. “You and your guarding! Must everything be a duty for you?”

He grinned. “If it keeps you smiling, it’s no duty—it’s joy.”

The moon climbed higher, casting its blessing upon them. In that moment, there were no memories of forests, no echoes of exile—only two souls, reunited under the sky that had watched over their love from afar.

And as Urmila rested her head on his shoulder, Lakshman whispered, “No more separations. From now on, every dawn and every dusk—we’ll face them together.”

She closed her eyes, smiling. “Together, always.”

The night wind carried their promise through the palace, where the scent of jasmine and the murmur of distant hymns lingered—marking the beginning of a gentler, happier chapter in their story. 🌙💛

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