Not loudly.
Not with anger.
But with a resolve that left no room for relief .
Rama did not look away from the pain it caused.
He carried it— in silence, in solitude, in every step that followed.
Sita did not protest.
Her dignity needed no defence.
She walked forward, not because she was weak, but because her strength no longer needed proof.
Ayodhya slept easier that night.
Its king did not.
Rama Rajya endured.
But something human was quietly set asiden ot lost, only buried beneath duty.
Some sacrifices save a kingdom—and exile the soul.
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