His Priye ||Gojo Satoru x OC||

Drabble#4

Hello loves! So, in the auspicious day of Prana Pratishtha of Ram mandir, here is a small head cannon I have on how Stuti and Satoru will do on this day with a little message from them in the end!

Stuti, a woman deeply rooted in her cultural origins, finds a profound connection to her Indian heritage despite being born in Japan. The news of the inauguration of the Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya stirred an undeniable excitement within her. Although she couldn't make it on the auspicious date of January 22, the desire to visit the sacred site remained fervent.

As fate would have it, Stuti's enthusiasm was met with a remarkable turn of events. An unexpected invitation, essentially a VIP pass to visit the revered Ram Mandir, landed in her hands. The prospect of this pilgrimage elevated her to a euphoric state, symbolizing a convergence of her spiritual inclinations and the manifestation of a cherished dream.

If you ever heard Satoru and Stuti's conversation, she would always tell him him how she wanted him to visit India at least once she wanted him to meet all her cousins who she spent her childhood vacation with so asking him to go there would be like killing two birds from one stone.

In their shared bedroom, Stuti's face radiated pure joy as she bounced around with excitement. Satoru, occupied with his phone, couldn't help but be drawn in by her infectious energy. "Satoru! Satoru!" Her voice rang through the room, prompting him to look up and chuckle, "Yes, love?"

Stuti hurriedly approached him, sitting down with eagerness as she pulled out an envelope. "Remember the Shri Ram Mandir in Ayodhya I was talking about?"

His smile grew as he nodded, "Yes, very clearly." He observed his wife, delighted by her enthusiasm, akin to a child receiving an early Christmas present. Stuti then pressed on, "And remember how I wanted you to go visit India?" Satoru maintained his warm expression, "Yes, love, I do." The room seemed to hum with the shared anticipation of future adventures.

The room seemed to hum with the shared anticipation of future adventures. Stuti, unable to contain her excitement, opened the envelope and proudly displayed the invitation. She bounced around, her joy infectious, and hugged Satoru, rubbing her cheek against his. "Can we go? Please!"

It marked a rare moment where Stuti initiated a request. Normally, Satoru was the one showering her with extravagant gifts, a practice she often protested as wasteful. Yet, he insisted it was his way of worshiping his beautiful goddess. This time, without hesitation, he readily agreed to her plea.

A week later, Stuti and Satoru found themselves in Ayodhya, where Stuti eagerly played the role of a guide, leading Satoru through the rich history of India. The bustling traffic, the hospitality, and the pervasive kindness of the people left an indelible mark on him. The atmosphere had an enlightening energy, a sense of liberation from worldly troubles.

Stuti, in her element, took Satoru to various places, exposing him to the vibrant culture. She adorned him in traditional Indian clothes, immersing him in the local flavor. Satoru reveled in the experience—indulging in the diverse cuisine, exploring different landmarks and relishing the sweetness of Indian sweets. Yet, what captivated him the most was seeing Stuti draped in sarees and kurtas. She looked divine, a vision of beauty that left him mesmerized. When she played her flute, he felt like he was witnessing a celestial performance. Though he only understood fragments of her conversations with others, the softness of her voice left his ears on cloud nine. The entire experience was a symphony of colors, flavors, and love.

On the day of the Prana Pratishtha in Ayodhya, Stuti took it upon herself to be Satoru's guide, translating every detail to ensure he didn't miss a single nuance of the significant day. Her melodic explanations painted vivid pictures, allowing him to understand and appreciate the cultural and spiritual richness of the ceremonies. As they immersed themselves in the religious fervor and vibrant celebrations, Satoru felt grateful for Stuti's thoughtful translations, making the experience even more profound. The day became a shared tapestry of understanding, a moment in time when two worlds blended seamlessly.