Rama said "Oh Sita, you represent purity at its highest, but you have lived under the shelter of Ravan. As a king, I am answerable to my people, and therefore, I would like you to prove your purity in front of all (publicly) so that in future people on this earth would not cast doubt, dare not put any blame of infidelity on your noble character."
"Oh my lord, we BOTH were separated for an year but I alone will prove purity of my character by passing through the raging fire flames" saying so Sita entered the sky high raging flames.
She remained in fire unscathed and unharmed, her face shining with divine luster, the raging flames reduced themselves to ashes and turned into lotus flowers.
Now Sita asked "Oh my lord, there will always be some one who cannot be satisfied by any 'test' or any proof, for they do not want to get convinced and will raise doubts about the Truth itself. Then should I continue to pass the test every day or will you make your own judgment and act accordingly."
Rama said "I am a righteous king, as the caretaker of all, not only in matters of food and shelter, but also regarding their emotions and conventions, I am always accountable and need to set an right example for generations to follow, so if the question arises again unfortunately I might ask you for another agnipariksha".
Sita already knew Rama would say so, she thought after living a righteous life she had no strength to face this humiliation again from the one whom she unconditionally loved and worshipped.
Sita with great grief prayed to Mother Earth to make room for her so that she could find peaceful rest for sometime in her life, the Earth separated into two and Sita buried herself under the protective cover of her Mother.
This short story is written as part of the Twist-A-Tale contest on Tell-A-Tale – reading and writing stories for this age
P.S: I don't intend to hurt anyone's religious beliefs, its just my opinion purely fictional.