The next morning, as the first rays of dawn touched Junagarh Palace, an aura of strange joy filled the air. After a long time, Prabhasha woke up overflowing with happiness. All the exhaustion and the remnants of her fever seemed to have vanished overnight. Upon opening her eyes, she saw her sister, Snigdha, sitting by her side, gently stroking her head. Prabhasha jumped up and threw her arms around her sister. Sobbing with relief, she said, "Didi, last night was the best night of my life! Because you were by my side, all my illnesses have been cured."
Snigdha smiled faintly, kissed her sister's forehead, and said, "I will never leave you alone again, Prabha. Come, today both of us will go to the garden." Prabhasha was ecstatic! She practically danced toward the garden, spreading her wings like a butterfly. This love from her sister had given her a new lease on life. Standing on the balcony, Snigdha watched her sister's pure joy, and her heart was filled with a profound sense of peace.
Right at that moment, a letter from Rupanjan arrived through a secret royal messenger. On any other day, Snigdha would have been desperate to read that letter in an instant, but today her hand did not tremble. With a steady mind, she opened the letter. Rupanjan had made a desperate plea for her to meet him at their old spot at the edge of the forest in the afternoon.
Snigdha stared at the letter for a while with eyes as cool as moonlight. Then, she picked up a pen and wrote a reply with utter indifference— "Rupanjan, I will not be able to meet you for the next several days. My royal duties have accumulated, and I do not have the luxury to neglect those responsibilities. To tell you the truth, Rupanjan, until you find a specific job or profession to stand on your own feet, these meetings of ours are meaningless. As a Princess, I cannot waste my time with a jobless vagabond."
After sending the note, Snigdha let out a long sigh. There was no guilt in her heart today; instead, a strange hardness had taken root. She didn't even want to think about Rupanjan anymore. To her, Prafulla and Prabhasha were now everything.
Meanwhile, as Rupanjan read Snigdha's note sitting by the forest edge, it felt as if the sky had come crashing down on his head. He never dreamed that Snigdha would taunt him by calling him 'jobless' and a 'vagabond.' His entire body burned with the sting of humiliation. He thought, "Snigdha is lecturing me about work today? Has she forgotten the days of our love? Has she become so blinded by the pride of nobility that she didn't hesitate to belittle me?"
But Rupanjan's masculine ego was awakened. Wiping away his tears, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, Snigdha! You looked down on me because I have no work? Then listen, I am leaving this kingdom today. I will go to another land and build my own identity. I will show you that Rupanjan doesn't just know how to sing songs and recite poetry; he also knows how to acquire royal opulence."
Rupanjan told Snigdha nothing. Without informing anyone, he left the Kingdom of Junagarh with just the clothes on his back, heading toward the unknown. Only one obsession gripped his mind—when he returned, he would not return as a common subject. He would enter Junagarh Palace with his chest puffed out and directly propose marriage to Snigdha in front of Prafulla. He wanted to prove himself; he wanted to show that he was worthy of Snigdha.
Snigdha, sitting on the palace balcony, was still watching Prabhasha play in the garden. She had no idea that a single letter of hers had changed Rupanjan's life in a flash. Rupanjan's importance was now as insignificant as dust to her. She only wanted to be with her family and uphold her royal duties. In that bright morning at Junagarh Palace, a new story began—where love stood defeated, and pride and nobility had the final word.