The next morning, the air around the Singh Estate was calm and filled with the smell of wet soil after a light drizzle. Veerendra sat in the garden veranda, sipping his tea when Pratap arrived.

“Arrey, Pratap ji!” Veerendra stood up with a smile, “I was just thinking about you.”

Pratap smiled and said, “Then I must have come at the right time.”

They both sat down under the shade of the mango tree. After a few moments of silence, Veerendra said, “Yesterday, Veeresh and Poornima visited our kuldevi temple.”

Pratap nodded, curious. “Yes, I heard. How was the darshan?”

Veerendra smiled faintly. “Peaceful… but something strange happened. An old woman there, she looked at Poornima and said she’ll soon be blessed with three children, and that Veeresh will be a good king, husband, and father. After that, the temple bell rang on its own.”

Pratap looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled softly. “The ways of destiny are strange indeed. What do you think about this prediction, Veerendra?”

Veerendra looked at the horizon for a moment, his voice steady and thoughtful.

“I think… if it’s written, it will happen. I’ve learned not to question fate anymore. I’ll be happy if it comes true — because it means their marriage was truly blessed by the divine.”

Pratap nodded with a smile. “You are right. And you know what, Veerendra — after their marriage, people in our region have started to talk about widow remarriage in a new light. For the first time, they are speaking with respect instead of gossip.”

Veerendra’s face brightened with pride. “Then maybe this was all meant to be — not just for our families, but for society too.”

Pratap smiled warmly. “Yes, my friend. A new beginning… led by our children.”

Both men sat quietly, watching the morning sun rise over their ancestral lands — two patriarchs finally at peace, letting destiny write the rest of the story.