Their love story isn't heard of as there's is after the eternal love of their oldest siblings
This story is mostly my imagination as there isn't much written about either of them. There is a little written about laxshman but near to nothing about u...
Maharaja Dashrath, in the realm of Ayodhya, stood poised in anticipation, his eyes glimmering with warmth as he awaited the arrival of his sons and their new brides. The bond between the two kingdoms had been fortified by love, and he knew that his sons would not return without visiting the Mithila family that had become part of their hearts.
(The Reunion at Shanta's Abode)
The chariots rolled along the dusty paths, making their way to Shanta's abode. The anticipation was palpable, the unspoken joy echoing in the hearts of Ram, Bharat, Lakshman, and Shatrughan. The reunion with their elder sister carried a sense of nostalgia and familiarity, a connection to the roots of their shared journey.
As the door to Shanta's dwelling swung open, the brothers stood before her, their appearances transformed by the passage of time. Shanta, now older and wiser, peered at them with a mixture of surprise and delight, her heart recognizing the threads of brotherhood that had woven their lives.
She embraced them with a fervour that belied the years that had passed, a tangible connection that transcended time and change. The aarti she held aloft bore the light of blessings, a radiant affirmation of the bond they shared. With a heart brimming with love, she bestowed her blessings upon them and their new brides, her gaze a beacon of warmth that enveloped them all.
(A Night of Serenity and Beginnings)
Back in Ayodhya, the palace resonated with the joyous echoes of the returned travellers. The three queens, Dashrath's devoted wives, welcomed the Mithila Rajkumaris with open arms, their hearts expanding to encompass the new members of their family. The chambers were adorned in anticipation, each room prepared to host the beginnings of new journeys.
As the night descended, the four couples found themselves in rooms that held the promise of intimacy and shared aspirations. In Lakshman and Urmila's chamber, a serene atmosphere enveloped them. Urmila, her thoughts a mixture of excitement and apprehension, stood by the window, gazing out at the night sky.
In the gentle moments that followed, Lakshman entered the room, his presence a soothing balm that dispelled the shadows of nervousness. His words, carrying the essence of their shared commitment, brushed against Urmila's ears like a melody of reassurance. Their conversation, laden with promises and affection, was a testament to the bond they had cultivated over time.
In those quiet moments, they realized that their union was not just about the grand celebrations and the outward show of affection. It was about the subtle exchanges, the intimate conversations, and the unspoken vows that wove their hearts together.
As the night deepened, the whispers of stars and the embrace of the moon bore witness to the beginning of their journey as husband and wife. Amidst the moonlight's tender caress, they found solace in each other's presence, a presence that spoke of shared dreams and unwavering love.
The following morning, the palace awoke to the dawning light, the symphony of birdsong mingling with the palpable excitement that permeated the air. The sun rose, a radiant herald of new beginnings, casting its golden hues upon the city of Ayodhya.
The Rajkumaris of Mithila had arrived, the bonds of love had been sealed, and the journey of intertwining destinies had begun. Each chapter, each moment, carried within it the echoes of a story that would reverberate through the annals of time, a story of love, unity, and the enduring strength of familial ties.
