Dhanyamali took away Ravana from Sita, who scolded him in Ashoka Vatika
Amidst the golden halls of Lanka, the demon king stood, his wrath hissing like a serpent provoked, his pride wounded, his ego aflame. Like a bird with torn wings, he fluttered in restless fury, yet sought to veil his tempest beneath a shroud of feigned gentleness. His lips, though shaped in a semblance of kindness,…
