The sun had arisen, the citizens of Kosal were getting out of their houses to their daily jobs. But when they stepped out of their homes they were delighted seeing, the white Ashwamedh horse, passing through.

They were elated seeing Lakshman yoked on the resplendent chariot, a victorious smile adorned his lips. Behind him they saw their dear princess, riding her black horse, the famous Vajra, and holding the huge flag of Ayodhya.

The saffron fabric with the symbol of sun sown over it, fluttered high and proud as she rode her horse.

Those who saw them coming, got on their knees, overcome by their glory, they joined their hands and held them up, honouring the warriors who had conquered the entire earth, in this manner.

They were filled with pride and patriotism, seeing the flag of Kosal, the flag of Suryavansh, which had once again attained the glory, like how it did with the previous rulers.

The gods of the sky too were overwhelmed at the glory of Suryavanshis, especially Indra being a king and great warrior himself.

The benevolent Shakra, instead of showering rains, showered flowers from the skies over them, covering the path from which they passed.

"Rama, dhwaj tumhare haatho mei hai, aage badho." Lakshman said, wanting his niece to be seen first by the citizens.

Rameshwari nodded and gently yanked the reins of Vajra, gesturing him to run faster, which he did, quickly making her take over Lakshman.

Rameshwari beamed with pleasure, for she was riding through her kingdom after a year and seeing the citizens once again, recognising all the familiar faces, who joined their hands and bowed their heads seeing her.

Soon they all crossed the city, and reached the forest on the banks of Goumti, where royal camps could be seen from a distance.

Vajra neighed loudly, bringing it to everyone's attention that the princess has arrived.

Shri Ram came out of his camp quickly, an excited grin adorning his face, Bharat, Shatrughan, Vibhishan, Sugreev and Hanuman also came out of their encampments.

The white Ashwamedh horse came running in and finally stopped in its track.

Behind it Rameshwari came riding her tall and magnificent horse, she held the flag of Suryavansh high as Vajra neighed loudly, raising his front to feet up in the air, and then stomping it on the ground with a loud thud.

Lakshman too came there yoked on his chariot, behind him came the army of soldiers along with priests, that had accompanied them.

The residents of the encampments, looked at them in awe, their lips slightly parted.

Rameshwari got down from Vajra and holding the flag, she walked towards her father. But before she could bend down to touch his lotus feet, he engulfed her in a tight embrace.

He was overcome by happiness, which flowed in forms of tears from his eyes, his daughter, his little Ramey, had attained such a feat.

Shri Ram looked at Rameshwari with a smile and then cupped her cheeks, kissing her forehead affectionately.

"Dekh lijiye bhaiya, aapki dharohar ko sanjokar laya hu." Lakshman said.

Shri Ram smiled even widely looking at Lakshman, hugging him tightly.

"Tum dono ne mujhe itna yash diya hai, jitna devtao ke paas nahi." Shri Ram said.

"Pitashree, karya toh aapka tha, huya bhi aapki kripa se. Hum toh keval nimit maatra hai." Rameshwari said humbly.

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Vishwavijayi Rama ✨

Ab hoga Treta Yug ka sabse bada Ashwamedh yagya ✨

*flashbacks from What if wala chapters intensifies*