"Kya sabhi Rajao, Maharajao, Yuvrajo, Rajkumaro, anya sukumaro aur streeyo ke nivaas ka prabandh ho chuka hai na ?" Shri Ram asked Bharat, "Unhe kisi vastu ki awashyakta ho toh woh unke sewa mei jitne jaldi ho sake, utne jaldi pahucha dena." He said.

"Chinta mat kijiye, bhaiya. Sabhi atithiyo ka uchattam satkar kiya jaayega." Bharat said.

The royalties had come from entire Bharatvarsh to attend the spring festival of Kosal, which was very famous in itself. Tomorrow Shri Ram as the king himself was going to plough a chosen farm, to take the sin of ripping the womb of earth, so the farmers do their jobs without any fear.

Although all preparations had been done to perfection, there was still a frown of worry on his face, not because of the festival but because of his daughter.

"Kis baat ki chinta sata rahi hai aapko ?" Bharat asked.

"Jabse Rameshwari vivah yogya huyi hai, tab se mai bhi har pita ke bhaati chinta mei hu. Meri Ramey aisi hai jisse vivah karne ke liye devta bhi sajj ho jaaye, kintu use toh ruchi hi nahi hai." Shri Ram said.

"Woh toh hai. Kanya ka man hona atiavashyak hai. Anyatha balpoorvak vivah karwa diya jaaye toh woh apne pati se aur kabhi kabhi sampoorn Nar-jaati se ghrina karne lagti hai." Bharat said.

"Kintu Ramey ka man toh tab banega na, jab woh Sringaar kar sakhiyo ke saath vihaaro mei aur samahro mei jaayegi. Aur jab bhi mai usse yeh baat Karu use toh keval karya ki baat kar, taal deti hai." Shri Ram said.

The delight of Raghus sighed looking outside the balcony, his lips quivering slightly as he mind repeatedly reminded him of the occurrences of her Naamkaran sanskaar.

"Guru Vasisth ki baate abhi bhi mujhe chintit karti hai. Mahakaal se adhik nahi maangta bas itna maangta hu ki kam se kam mujhe Ramey ke kanyadaan ka sukh mil jaaye." Shri Ram said.

"Awashya milega bhaiya." Bharat assured, "Ab mujhe aagya de." He said taking his leave.

Shri Ram smiled at him as the son of Kaikeyi left, the son Kaushalya then thought about visiting his daughter, so Shri Ram went to the bhavan of Rameshwari.

As usual he found her in the garden, lying down on the swing, while the some of her maids were playing musical instruments to entertain her.

This was weird it's been years since he saw her listening to music like so, she only listening to them when they were played ceremonies or other occasions.

"Kya rog jakda hai." Ulka commented which struck panic in the heart of Shri Ram.

"Kaisa rog ?" He asked walking towards them, catching their attention. The maids bowed to him.

Rameshwari looked at him and sat straight up, but before she could touch his feet, he held her by the shoulders sitting beside.

"Kya huya tumhe ? Kushal toh ho ?" Shri Ram asked cupping her face, "Mere Rajya mei meri hi putri ko rog laga hai ? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai ?" He muttered.

Rameshwari looked at Ulka, who was supressing her laugh.

"Tumhare gaal bhi laal hai..." Shri Ram pointed out.

"K-Koi rog nahi jakda hai Pitashree, Ulka upahas kar rahi thi." Rameshwari said.

"Satya ?" Shri Ram asked concernedly.

"Ha satya. Mujhe kya ho sakta hai ?" Rameshwari gave him an assuring smile.

Shri Ram sighed in relief, he caressed her cheeks, sadly looking at her. First his wife Sita, soon it was going to be her. The astrologers of his kingdom, had been warning him about it. Vasisth had already told it when she was just a baby.

"Aap kushal toh hai na Pitashree ?" Rameshwari asked seeing the worry in his eyes.

Shri Ram smiled sadly, he had accepted the peculiarities and cruelty of his fate long ago.

"Kya mujhe ek vachan de sakti ho ?" Shri Ram asked.

"Kya ?" She asked.

"Kya tum mujhe apne Kanyadaan ka sukh dogi ?" Shri Ram asked.

Rameshwari fell silent for a moment, gazing at his expression through which he was hiding his sadness. This was also the first time that he has asked for something from her, how can she deny ?

"Awashya." Rameshwari said with a smile. Shri Ram kissed her forehead affectionately.

"Ab mai chalta hu, kal bahut karya karna hai." He said.

Rameshwari nodded and bowed to him before he left, with a pleased mind. The princess then looked at her pramukh sakhi, grinning in delight.

"Kal toh bahut se Rajkumar aaye honge ?" She asked.

"Sampoorn Bharatvarsh ke Maharaj, Raja, Yuvraaj, Rajkumar aur anya sukumar aaye hai." Ulka said, "Keval aapka hridaye jitne." She added.

"Hridaye jitne ?" Rameshwari asked with a smile raising her brow.

"Ha. Kaun Shri Ram ka jamata nahi Banna chaahta ? Aur aapki jaise patni paa kar toh unke sabhi janmo ke punyafal mil jaayenge." Ulka said.

"Oh." Rameshwari nodded, certain someone lingering in her mind, "Ulka, kal mera Sundar Sringaar karna." She said.

"Sringaar ?" Ulka got surprised at the princess asking her to do her Sringaar after years.

"Ha. Lagna chahiye ki mai hi woh Ikshvakuvanshi Rajkumari hu jisne sampoorn prithvi jiti hai. Sabko pata chalna chahiye ki mai hi Chakravarti Samrat Ram Chandra ki eklauti putri hu." Rameshwari said.

"Jo aagya." Ulka agreed in delight.

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A/N

Koi aisa waisa rog nahi prabhu... Prem rog laga hai ✨

Also, you know how much effort India had put to become a polio free country ?

Imagine the efforts Shri Ram would've put in his Ram-Rajya, that no one got ill, there were no diseases, no untimely death, no young widows, no floods or famines or any calamities.