"Putra Mrunmaye, kya tumhe inme se ek bhi gudiya acchi nahi lagi ?" Samriddhi devi asked her son Mrunmaye.

"Nahi." The little toddler huffed with folded hands.

"Mrun, humne Shripuram mei nahi sampoorn Bharatvarsh mei jitni bhi gudiya banane wale parangat log hai, sabse tumhare liye gudiyaye banwayi. Kintu tumhe ab bhi koi pasand nahi aa rahi." She sighed.

"Koi Sundar nahi." Mrunmaye said pouting.

"Tumhari sundarta ki paribhasha kya hai ?" Samriddhi asked.

'Devi Amarsri.' He thought.

But instead of giving a response, which he was quick to give these days due to improvement in speech, Mrunmaye stayed silent and looked at her with big eyes.

Samriddhi chuckled shaking her head as she picked her son up and made him sit on her lap.

"Ek karya karte hai. Jis din tumhe waise gudiya mil jaye toh tumhare sundarta ki paribhasha ke anuroop ho, tum mujhe bata dena." She said.

"Uchit hai." Mrunmaye said.

Suddenly Maharaj Ratnakar Sagar entered the room with Senapati Mahipal, who was holding a new born baby in his hand.

"Maharani, Senapati ko putra huya hai." Ratnakar said joyously.

"Badhai ho Senapati." Samriddhi smiled standing up with Mrunmaye in his arms.

"Ishwar ki kripa hai Maharani. Kripiya mere putra ko aashirvad de." Mahipal said showing her his son.

"Atyant Sundar shishu hai aapka. Iska kalyaan ho." Samriddhi devi said in awe.

'Toh Kaal-Shakti aa hi gaya.' He thought.

Mrunmaye looked at the dark-skinned baby boy and smiled, for he knew he was his long time partner.

"Naam ?" He asked.

"Rajkumar, humne abhi tak naam nahi socha hai." Senapati said.

"Shaurya-Shakti." Mrunmaye said and the very moment the eye's of the baby boy opened.

His eyes first fell on Mrunmaye who smiled touching the head of the baby. Ratnakar, Samriddhi and Mahipal kept looking at them both back, it was clear to them that a connection does exist.

"Yadi Rajkumar Mrunmaye ki iccha hai ki mai mere putra ka naam Shaurya-Shakti rakhu toh yahi sahi. Ishwar ise iske naam ke bhaati hi tejasvi banaye." Mahipal said.

"Mrun, tumne itna Sundar naam kaise socha ?" Ratnakar asked.

"Man mei aya." Mrunmaye said simply.

Suddenly a servant entered the room.

"Maharaj, Ayodhya se ek doot sandesh leke aya hai." He said.

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"Kahiye, Ayodhya-naresh ne kya sandesh bheja hai ?" Ratnakar Sagar asked the messanger, who opened the scroll whose sandalwood scent spread in the entire court room, pleasing everyone's senses. The messanger then began to read out the letter.

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Shripuram-naresh ko Ayodhya-pati ka naman.

Kartik Maas ke Poorv Bhadrapad Nakshatra mei janmi Rajkumari Rameshwari jo swayam Mahadev ka vardaan hai, jo dharm aur satya ke parakashtha Raghukul ki Shiromani hai, aur Kosal desh ka anand hai, uske Nishkraman sanskaar mei Suryavansh aapko amantrit karta hai.

Vijay Ekadashi ke shubh din par Ayodhya nagri, aapke aur aapke parivaar ke swagat hetu sajj rahegi. Humara atithya swikaar kar hume kritarth kare.

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"Yeh hai humare Maharaj Shri Ram Chandra ka sandesh." The messanger said.

"Jab swayam Dashrath-nandan Ram ne hume amantrit kiya hai, toh hum mana kaise kare ? Hum yeh nimantran swikar karte hai. Saphal Ekadashi ke din Shripuram ka Raj-parivaar Ayodhya awashya aayega." Ratnakar Sagar said with humility.

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Back after a week or so but it felt like years to me.... And I know many of you felt the same 🌝🌝