Years passed. Rajula blossomed into a maiden of rare beauty, her eyes carrying the dreams of Malushahi, whom she had never truly known but always remembered.
Far away, Vikhipal, the King of Hun, heard tales of her loveliness. He sent an arrogant proposal to Sunapati: "Give me your daughter, or I will burn your home and enslave your kin."
Terrified, Rajula's family pressed her to accept. But Rajula, clutching the tiny wedding ring given to her in childhood, declared, "I belong to Malushahi. No one else shall have me."
That night, under the cover of stars, she fled. Through rivers, valleys, and snowy passes of Munsiari and Bageshwar, she journeyed alone, her heart guiding her to Bairath.