Utopia : Sunrise : Part 4

It had now been a month since Vyaas had proposed. Vanshika was at her happiest. She was amazed at how easily he cared for Tara. She kept telling herself how lucky she was. It was a full moon that day and Vyaas and Vanshika were on their routine post dinner stroll. Tara was back home sleeping. They walked hand in hand and reached the banyan tree. The bright moonlight was making its way through the banyan tree lighting the mud floor around.
"So when are we getting married?" "Vyaas we went through this. We have another four months. Do we have to always start our conversation with this question?" "No.. I'm just making sure you don't forget". All of a sudden both their eyes shifted to the ground. "Are you wondering what I'm wondering Vansh?" "Yep. The ground looks too even for me, like its been made. It doesn't look natural to me." "I'm gonna dig". "Vyaas, lets go. Lets not start anything." "No Vansh, I think the land is concealing something. I saw those guys too many times around this region and I sure want to know whats here. You know what? Let me drop you home and get back here". "Vyaas I know this place more than you do, I'm standing by your side no matter what".
They went to the bushes nearby where Vanshika stored all her equipments and quickly got to work. As Vanshika wiped off a bead of sweat from her forehead, she looked at Vyaas. His eyes shone brightly with the moonlight. His shoulders promised her a bright future. She wished four months would fly away. After digging about six feet, Vanshika's spade got caught in a thick rope. "Hey, I have a feeling we have to dig alongside the rope". "Right or left honey?" Good question she thought. The answer was simple for she always wanted be to be righteous. "Right, baby" she winked. "Aye aye captain" he replied and got to work. After an hour of skillful digging, they hit something hard. Vyaas put down his sickle and started using his hands. He had a feeling what this was going to be. Couple of minutes down, they finally held what the string pointed them to. A cookie of solid gold, both ends of the string still under the soil.