(A/N):
Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.
So from today on two chapters will be released.
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The destruction faded. Silence returned—Then the vision reshaped itself.
To another place.
A Royal Arena...
Before Devara—A grand sabha.
Kings. Princes. Warriors.
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"...."
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All gathered. At the center—A bow.
Not just any bow.
Pinaka
But this time—Dormant. Not in its all mighty celestial form.
It was the swayamvara[1] of Sita
The condition was simple—Lift the bow. String it.
And win her hand.
One by one—Kings who were stunned by the beauty of the princess stepped forward.
Prideful. Confident.
And one by one—They failed to even lift it.
The bow did not move. Not even a tremble.
No matter what they did how much brute force they used.
Then came laughter. Whispers. Arrogance.
