The Raghu princesses

Chapter 23

As the seasons turned and the palace of Ayodhya continued to thrive with unity and celebration, a quiet moment of reflection found its way to King Ram's heart. The bonds of his family had grown stronger over time, and as he watched his children flourish, he found himself pondering on the journey that each one of them had embarked upon. Among them, his thoughts settled on Lakshmila, his firstborn daughter, and the memories of her past that held a significant place in their family's narrative.

One serene afternoon, when the sun cast a warm glow over the palace courtyard, Ram approached Lakshmila. She was engrossed in reading a scroll about the history of Ayodhya, her thoughtful expression a reflection of her deep connection to the kingdom's past. As Ram's shadow fell upon her, she looked up, her eyes brightening with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"Bade pa," Lakshmila greeted with a gentle smile, setting aside the scroll.

Ram returned the smile, his eyes carrying a blend of fondness and curiosity. "Lakshmila," he began, "I find myself reminiscing about the journey that brought us to where we are today."

Her gaze was attentive, and she nodded. "Indeed, Bade pa. Our family's journey has been marked by unity, growth, and the values that guide us."

Ram's expression held a touch of nostalgia. "Your journey, too, holds a special place in our family's story. For now, I have a question for you."

Lakshmila's eyes sparkled with remembrance. "What is it Bade Pa? You know you don't have to ask my permission to ask me a question after all I am still your little shadow from the day I was born."

Ram chuckled softly, his gaze warm. "Indeed, you are, Mila. But this question is an important one, and I wanted to ensure that you have the space to share your thoughts."

Lakshmila nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Alright, Bade Pa. Ask away."

The palace courtyard seemed to hold its breath, as if it recognized the significance of the moment. Ram took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "It is time for me to ask you, you are getting closer to the age of marriage so this question is inevitable. Do you have anyone in your heart or do you want me to organize a swayamvar for you?"

Lakshmila's smile was a blend of gratitude and reflection. "I appreciate you asking, Bade Pa. And to answer your question, I do not have anyone in my heart at the moment. You may go ahead and organize a swayamvar for me, whenever you see fit."

Ram's gaze held a touch of understanding. "Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Mila. I wanted to ensure that whatever path we take aligns with your wishes."

Lakshmila's expression was earnest. "I know, Bade Pa. And I trust your judgment. I believe in the values of unity and growth that our family stands for, and I am open to whatever journey lies ahead."

Ram's smile was tender. "Your words reflect the maturity and wisdom you have gained over the years. Your understanding of unity and commitment is truly commendable."

Lakshmila's gaze met his with a sense of unity. "I have learned from the best, Bade Pa. Our family's journey has been my guide."

As they shared this heartfelt conversation, their shared journey was palpable in the air. The unity and love that defined their family were a testament to the values they had nurtured over time. The palace courtyard, with its timeless beauty, seemed to echo their sentiments.

Ram's voice carried a note of reassurance. "Rest assured, Mila. When the time comes, we will ensure that the swayamvar is a reflection of the unity, respect, and growth that have always guided us."

Lakshmila's smile was luminous. "I look forward to the journey, Bade Pa. Just as our family's journey has been filled with unity and growth, I believe my own path will lead me to the same."

As the sun cast its golden embrace over the palace courtyard, the memory of this conversation would remain etched in their hearts – a testament to the power of unity, understanding, and the unbreakable bonds that had guided their family's journey. The future held the promise of a swayamvar, a celebration of unity, and the continuation of the family's narrative woven with threads of growth and love.