Although Shreeshaktiswar wasn't there, the abode of Chaitanya Lok didn't lost its luminance this time. In fact the Lok was filled with the giggles of Amarsri, who was getting delighted seeing the toddler form of Yuddheshwar himself.

"Aisa bhi kya karan hai Amarsri jo tum aise khil khila rahi ho ?" Rambha asked coming towards her.

"Woh dekho Mrunmaye thumak ke chalte huye kitne pyaare lag rahe hai. Kuch kadam chalte hai, fir ladkhada ke gir jaate hai." Amarsri said smiling.

"Aur rone lagte hai, fir unki Mata unko Goud mei uthaye toh ek kshan mei shaant ho jaate hai." Menka said who was also watching Mrunmaye.

"Pata hai priye sadev kehte the ki unko mere paero ki payal ka swar Sangeet ke bhaati lagta hai. Mai kabhi samjhi nahi ki kyu. Kintu ab Mrunmaye ke chhote chhote paero mei bandhi payal ke swar sun, mujhe samajh aa raha hai. Vastav mei yeh Sangeet se kam nahi." Amarsri said.

"Mujhe toh uss kshan ki pratiksha Amarsri, jab tum dono ki payalo ki khanak humare kaano mei pade." Rambha said, causing her to chuckle.

"Uss kshan ko aane mei thodi der aur lagegi Rambha." Amarsri said.

"Kintu mujhse ab pratiksha nahi hoti." Menka said.

"Kuch der aur pratiksha karlo sakhi." Amarsri said with a smile.

And then she went back to gazing at Mrunmaye, due to whom all the servants of the palace were running here and there.

"Maharani aapne Mera Dhanush dekha ?" Ratnakar Sagar asked.

"Aapne Mrunmaye ko dekha ?" Samriddhi devi asked.

"Mrunmaye ? Yahi kahi hoga sadev ki tarah." Ratnakar Sagar said.

"Pata nahi Maharaj, humara putra kisi sthaan pe tikta hi nahi. Ek kshan hetu drishti hatao, aur woh pata nahi kaha lupt ho jata hai." Samriddhi devi said worriedly.

"Koi baat nahi, balak toh aise hi hote hai. Aur Maharani, mera Dhanush nahi mil raha mujhe Seniko ke prashikshan hetu jana hai." Ratnakar Sagar said.

"Arrey ? Mai apne putra ko dhundhu ya aapke Dhanush ko ?" Samriddhi devi asked.

Suddenly the familiar sound of payal fell into their ears, they turned their heads and saw Mrunmaye holding the Dhanush of his father in his hands.

Their jaws dropped, ofcourse it wasn't a divine bow but it was a great sturdy bow of a King nevertheless, which was definetly too heavy for an ordinary man to pick up let alone a toddler.

"Dhanu..." Mrunmaye managed to say as he came inside. He had picked up few words he heard from his parents and servants.

Samriddhi devi and Ratnakar Sagar stared as he walked towards them with wobbly steps, but suddenly fell down, causing the parents to panic as big tears formed inside his eyes and lips formed a pout.

"Maa !" Mrunmaye cried still holding the Dhanush up.

Both the parents rushed towards him, Ratnakar Sagar took away his bow as Samridhi Devi picked her son up in her arms.

"Koi baat nahi putra." She cooed and Mrunmaye stopped crying.

"Chalo mera Dhanush mil gaya." Ratnakar Sagar smiled.

Suddenly servants came running in the quarter as they had heard the cry of Mrunmaye, who they looking for in the entire palace after he ran away from arsenal. Seeing the king and queen in front of them they bowed.

"Tum log kisi yogya nahi ho. Kaha tha mera putra ? Aur Dhanush uske paas kaise aya ? Lag jaati toh ?" Samriddhi devi asked.

"Kshama kare Maharani, hum Rajkumar ke piche hi the. Kintu woh Shashtralaye se Dhanush le kaha bhaage hum pata nahi chala." One of them said.

"Tumhara kehne ka arth hai ki Mrunmaye ne khud yeh dhanush Shashtralaye se le liya ?" Ratnakar Sagar asked.

"Ha Maharaj. Humne mana kiya tha, kintu Rajkumar dhanush ko upar fek ke pakadne lage jaise koi gend ho." Another servant said.

Ratnakar Sagar and Samriddhi devi frowned as they looked at Mrunmaye who was resting her head on his mother's shoulder, his finger wiggling with her necklaces. How can this little baby, delicate as newly bloomed petals of lotus, play with such a heavy bow as if it was a ball ? They wondered.

But then they reminded themselves that their son in no ordinary one, but the avatar of Yuddheshwar himself. Such strength was only natural to him.

Up in Chaitanya Lok, laughters of Rambha, Menka and Amarsri filled the air. The krida of Mrunmaye with subtle display of his strength was one of a kind.

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So I thought to put a wholesome chappy ✨✨✨

And ooi baat nahi Samriddhi Devi, aapki putra ki heroine aayegi toh woh aapke putra ko ek sthaan par tika ke rakhegi 🌝🌝🌝