After their first meeting at the temple in Hyderabad, Ram and Sita started meeting often.
Every moment they spent together felt special.
Ram, who had spent most of his life surrounded by soldiers and weapons, suddenly discovered a softer side of life.
Sita showed him the beauty of ordinary things.
They walked through crowded markets, laughing while tasting street food.
They visited quiet gardens where Sita loved feeding birds.
Ram watched her carefully.
She was elegant and calm, yet sometimes there was sadness in her eyes.
One evening, they sat near the banks of the Hussain Sagar lake.
The sunset painted the sky orange and pink.
Ram looked at Sita and asked softly,
"Why did you write that letter?"
Sita smiled.
"Because I heard a lonely soldier on the radio."
Ram laughed.
"So you decided to become my wife?"
"Someone had to take responsibility for you," she teased.
Ram shook his head.
"You know something, Sita?"
"What?"
"For the first time in my life… I don't feel alone."
Sita looked at him silently.
Her playful smile slowly disappeared.
Deep inside, she knew something Ram didn't.
A secret that could destroy everything.
But at that moment she pushed those thoughts away.
Because she had also begun to fall in love