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Ch22RudraniThe Shield of Rudraksh

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It wasn't that Rudraksh liked what was happening. The way Gurumaa was

questioning Rivanya slowly, sharply, as if weighing her worth was igniting a quiet fury inside him. He wanted to speak, to stop it all right there. But he stayed silent, only because he didn't want Gurumaa to ever raise a finger at Rivanya tomorrow or question her upbringing.

Somewhere deep inside, Rudraksh trusted Rivanya. An unspoken faith told him she would handle this. And even if she couldn't he was there. No matter what happened, he would never allow anyone to disrespect her.

Gurumaa returned and sat beside Guruji, then gestured for Rudraksh and Rivanya to sit opposite them. Rivanya walked forward hesitantly, a slight fear evident in her steps. She sat beside Rudraksh on the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

Guruji spoke gently,

"Rudraksh, when are you bringing your wife back to Vardhanpur? Your Raj Tilak is still pending."

At the mention of Raj Tilak, Rudraksh fell silent for a moment. Then he replied calmly,

"Guruji, there's still some work left at the company. Once I wrap it up, we'll return in a month or two."

Guruji nodded in understanding, then turned to Gurumaa.

"Now ask what you wish to ask, Gurumaa. The poor girl is so scared she can barely speak. Let's not prolong this."

Gurumaa nodded and looked at Rivanya with the same assessing gaze.

"Rivanya, I have a few questions for you. I hope you know their answers."

Rivanya lowered her head slightly and replied softly,

"Yes, Gurumaa. I will try my best to give you no reason to complain."

Gurumaa's lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile.

"Girls of your generation usually don't know the answers to such questions. They say 'I don't know' or 'I don't care.' Still, try."

The room grew heavy again.

Gurumaa asked,

"Rivanya, do you understand what it means to be the Queen of Vardhanpur?"

Silence followed. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.

Rivanya slowly inhaled, then raised her eyes not arrogantly, not fearfully, but with quiet resolve.

"I do, Gurumaa," she said. "It means responsibility before desire. Duty before comfort. And silence, even when the heart wants to scream."

Rudraksh's gaze snapped toward her.

She continued, her voice steady despite the storm inside her,

"It means carrying not just a crown, but the dignity of a lineage. It means that my mistakes won't belong to me alone they'll reflect on the Vardhan name."

For the first time, Gurumaa didn't interrupt.

Rivanya added softly,

"And if I am lacking today, Gurumaa... then I will learn. But I will never disrespect the position I have been given."

Rudraksh felt something shift inside his chest.

Pride.

Protectiveness.

And a dangerous, undeniable pull toward the woman sitting beside him.

Gurumaa studied Rivanya for a long moment long enough to make Rudraksh restless. Then she finally spoke, her tone unreadable.

"We shall see," she said. "Because being a Queen is not proved by words, Rivanya... but by endurance."

And with that, the test had only just begun.

Rivanya nodded softly in response, her head bowing in quiet acknowledgment.

That was when Rudraksh noticed it.

Beyond her nervousness, there was something else something far more unsettling.

Rivanya looked exhausted. Not just anxious, but drained, as if she hadn't slept properly...

as if she hadn't eaten. The faint shadows beneath her eyes, the way her shoulders seemed heavier than before it all struck him at once.

His mind went back to the previous night.

When I climbed in through the window... she was sleeping.

Then why did she look like this now?

A quiet concern tightened in his chest.

Let this end first, Rudraksh told himself. Once all this is over, I'll find out what's wrong.

With that thought, he forced himself to calm down.

Rivanya rose to her feet as well, her head respectfully bowed.

"Yes, Gurumaa," she replied gently. "I will try my best and give you no reason to complain."

Gurumaa nodded once.

"First, understand this," she said. "Every Queen of Vardhanpur has been an example in herself. In Vardhanpur, the Queen is held in even greater reverence than the King because being a Queen requires immense sacrifice. The people of Vardhanpur honor that sacrifice in every way.

Destiny has chosen you for this place. I am only here to see whether you are capable of bearing such a great responsibility... or not."

Rivanya didn't speak. She simply nodded, fully aware of the weight of the moment.

Gurumaa asked,

"Tell me, Rivanya what is the most powerful weapon in this world?"

Rivanya remained silent for a moment, then answered calmly,

"Compassion, Gurumaa. There is no weapon more powerful than compassion."

Without pause, Gurumaa asked again,

"What moves faster than light?"

"The mind," Rivanya replied. "It can cross all three realms in a single moment."

Gurumaa continued,

"What is the purest of all?"

"Fire," Rivanya said. "Whatever is offered to it becomes purified."

"What is the most auspicious?"

"Auspicious words and righteous actions."

"The best prayer?"

"One that is offered for others."

As Rivanya answered each question flawlessly, Gurumaa noticed something striking there was no arrogance in her eyes. Only humility. Only dignity. That quiet grace softened something within Gurumaa's otherwise rigid heart.

Still, she continued.

"Who is the greatest friend?"

"Wisdom," Rivanya replied. "It always leads us on the right path."

"The greatest enemy?"

"Ego."

"The most beautiful ornament?"

"Humility."

"The greatest valor?"

"Sacrifice."

"The greatest victory?"

"The one achieved over oneself."

Rudraksh was stunned.

He hadn't known Rivanya possessed such depth such understanding. These weren't things learned from books alone. This kind of wisdom came from being rooted in one's values, one's traditions, one's shastras.

She was young, yes but her knowledge far exceeded her age.

Guruji watched with visible pride. It wouldn't be wrong to say that Rivanya had already won his heart.

But the test was not over.

Gurumaa spoke again, her voice grave.

"One final question, Rivanya. Think very carefully before answering. In your eyes what is marriage? What is the true meaning of marriage?"

Rivanya fell silent.

Seeing this, Gurumaa said sharply,

"What happened? Can't you answer, or do you not know?"

Rivanya smiled faintly not nervously, but with calm assurance.

"No, Gurumaa," she replied softly. "You asked me to think carefully. That's all I'm doing."

Then she continued, her voice steady yet tender.

"To me, marriage is faith. A bond where respect, surrender, and understanding coexist. A relationship where two people are not dependent on each other but become each other's strength. Where both strive to uplift each other's individuality and existence."

She paused, then added,

"There is nothing more beautiful or sacred in this world than such a marriage, Gurumaa. Like Shiva and Parvati two halves of the same whole. Or Narayan and Lakshmi."

Gurumaa challenged her immediately,

"Then tell me how? Lakshmi always sits at Narayan's feet, while Vishnu roams the world."

Rivanya smiled with warmth.

"Gurumaa, that is a matter of perspective," she said gently.

"To me, it symbolizes a shared journey. There is a reason Lakshmi's name is taken before Narayan's. Lakshmi sitting at Narayan's feet does not signify submission it signifies awakening. Maa Lakshmi chooses separation so that Narayan may take avatars and protect the world.

Just as much as the universe is sustained by Narayan, it is sustained equally by Maa Lakshmi."

The room fell silent.

Rudraksh looked at Rivanya as if seeing her for the first time.

Gurumaa suddenly stepped forward and pulled Rivanya into a tight embrace.

Tears welled up in her eyes tears born not of weakness, but of overwhelming emotion at Rivanya's wisdom and grace.

Rivanya froze.

She didn't understand what had happened so suddenly.

Rudraksh, too, was stunned. The same Gurumaa who would turn stern over the smallest things who rarely softened for anyone was now holding Rivanya close, as if she were her own.

Guruji, on the other hand, remained calm. A gentle smile curved his lips, as though he had been waiting for this moment all along.

Gurumaa slowly pulled back, placed her palm lovingly on Rivanya's head, and said,

"You have answered every question correctly, Rivanya. You have proven that you are the one chosen for Vardhanpur. Truly, with a Queen like you, Vardhanpur's destiny will shine brighter than ever, my child."

Rivanya smiled softly and bent down to touch Gurumaa's feet.

At last... she had won Gurumaa's heart.

Gurumaa blessed her with the words,

"May you always remain sada suhagan."

At that moment, Rivanya felt an unfamiliar yet profound bond with Gurumaa almost as if Gurumaa were her spiritual guide. In Rivanya's eyes, Gurumaa's place rose higher than ever before.

And Gurumaa herself was deeply pleased. Despite belonging to the modern generation, Rivanya had not forgotten her roots.

Truly impressed, Gurumaa said,

"Rivanya, blessed indeed are the parents who gave birth to you and raised you with such values."

Rivanya only smiled, her eyes glowing with gratitude.

Guruji then spoke warmly,

"After all, Rivanya beti, you have finally won your Gurumaa's heart. My wife may appear as hard as stone from the outside but her heart is as soft as a flower."

Gurumaa blushed immediately.

"What nonsense are you saying?" she scolded lightly. "Look where you are and in front of whom! You start anywhere, anytime."

Guruji laughed.

"By Mahadev's grace, you are my wife so I do have that right."

Rudraksh watched all this quietly.