Savithri wore a dress made of
the bark of trees. She removed all her sparkling jewels. She served her father-in-law and
mother-in-law quite gladly. Ever smiling and cheerful, she won the hearts of all. She
became the beloved wife of Sathyavantha.
But she could not forget the words of Narada even for a moment. All the time they were
like live coal in her heart. She could not forget even in her dream, that Sathyavantha had
a short span of life. Her mind was always chained to Naradas words. One day passed,
two days, three days so she kept count of the passing days.
Ten months passed! As the days flew. She grew more and more terrified. Though her heart
was heavy with sorrow she did not miss any part of her work. And she showed no outward
trace of her distress.