Treta Yug, Ayodhya,

Amidst the twinkling city, which mirrored the starry night sky, the silhouette of a man stood quietly by the grand balcony of his chamber. The cityscape below was alive, a mesmerizing mosaic of lights, reflecting the countless lamps that flickered and glowed like a sea of earthly stars. He had made it a habit, an almost ritualistic routine, to come here every day and lose himself in the wonder of the city's brilliant illumination, finding a strange comfort in the vibrant tapestry of life that thrived beneath him. This sacred solitude was interrupted only by the memories of his beloved, his soulmate, who had once stood beside him, sharing these moments with equal wonder and serenity.

The ache of her absence lingered, a silent companion to his nightly vigils. Yet, he held firmly onto the hope, the unwavering belief, that they would be reunited. He felt deep within that the time for their grand reunion was nearing, foretold by the whispering winds and the gentle rustling of leaves. The belief that their fates would soon intertwine once more was a beacon in his heart, a guiding light amidst the darkness of separation.

Suddenly, the sound of the gates opening behind him pulled him back from his reverie. He slowly turned around to face the entrance of the chamber. As the flickering light of torches danced across the polished surfaces, casting long shadows, it revealed his noble form. Standing there was no ordinary man, but the revered Lord Ram, a figure of divine grace and enduring strength. His presence was calm and commanding, adorned with a serene smile that was said to never leave his face, even amidst the hardest trials and tribulations. It was this eternal smile, a testament to his unwavering courage and resilience, that inspired all who beheld it with immense hope and peace.

His younger brothers entered the chamber one by one, each casting curious glances around the dimly lit room before their eyes settled on him. As they walked towards him, their footsteps echoed softly against the marble floor, amplifying the gravity of the moment. He just observed them, his gaze steady and thoughtful, as they halted in front of him, an unspoken understanding passing between the four siblings.

Bharat, Lakshman, and Shatrughna exchanged brief, questioning glances with each other, their unvoiced thoughts visible in their expressive eyes. Each wondered what was about to unfold, aware that this meeting had been charged with anticipation and significance.

Bharat, clearing his throat to break the silence, ventured tentatively,

Bharat :- Bhaiya?

Ram’s face softened with a gentle smile, filled with a quiet warmth that was both reassuring and welcoming.

Ram :- I was waiting for you only. Please, have a seat.

He replied, his voice calm and composed, yet holding a note of gentle urgency. With a sense of both relief and curiosity, the three brothers moved to the comfortable seating area. They settled onto the plush sofa, which surrounded a circular table that seemed to invite intimate conversations. As they took their seats, they looked expectantly at their elder brother, awaiting his words. The room seemed to stand still for a moment, the air thick with anticipation and the depth of familial bond that tied them together.

Ram, observing each of their faces, took a deep breath, preparing to share the news that had prompted this gathering. His brothers, their posture attentive and respectful, leaned forward slightly, eager to listen as Ram prepared to speak. The trust and camaraderie shared between them was palpable, reminiscent of countless moments from their shared past.

Ram gazed out the window with a serene expression as he spoke, the golden hues of the lamps casting a warm glow over the room.

Ram :- I was thinking about it a lot lately. All our kids have grown up, each of them having blossomed into remarkable individuals, capable and well-versed in all the responsibilities they've shouldered over time. It's as though peace has gently woven itself into the very fabric of our lives, and balance, once elusive, has finally been restored.

He began, his voice a gentle murmur that barely disturbed the tranquil atmosphere that surrounded him. He paused, a contented smile tracing his lips for a fleeting moment, before his expression settled back into a calm, pensive state.

Ram :- My time has finally arrived. The time has come for me to hand over all the responsibilities to the younger generation, allowing them to forge their own paths and continue the legacy we've so carefully crafted.

He continued, a hint of nostalgia woven into his words. With a deep, contemplative sigh, Ram added,

Ram :- It's time for me to return to my former abode, to find solace and renewal in the place that once gave me strength and purpose.

His eyes drifted back to his companion as he said,

Ram :- I called you here so that you can ask for any final wishes you might want from me, knowing very well that your heart holds plenty, hopes and dreams yet to be expressed.

As he completed his words, the expression on his face was inscrutable, a canvas of quiet resignation and profound wisdom. His gaze returned to the window, watching the world beyond with an appreciation that only one who has lived fully could possess. The silence that followed was comforting, a shared moment of reflection and understanding between two souls on the cusp of a bittersweet farewell.

Lakshman sat quietly, his usually vibrant eyes now clouded with sorrow. He glanced over at Shatrughna, who seemed lost in a world of disbelief, his face reflecting a mixture of shock and confusion. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them, creating a somber atmosphere that enveloped the room like a suffocating fog.

Bharat, unable to hold back the tide of emotions welling up inside him, stood up from his seat abruptly. His heart ached with a deep sense of guilt and longing, and his voice trembled as he finally spoke.

Bharat :- Are you still angry with me, Bhaiya?

He asked, his voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the weight of his remorse.

Bharat :- You probably don't even want to see my face. But for that, you don't have to do all this. Just tell me to leave, and I promise I'll never show you this disgusted face again.

He continued, his eyes searching Ram's for some sign of forgiveness. As the words spilled from Bharat's lips, tears began to cascade down his cheeks, each one reflecting the depth of his inner turmoil. He felt the chasm between himself and Ram widen with each moment of silence, fearing that his brother's anger might be insurmountable.

But before despair could take a deeper hold, Ram moved swiftly to bridge the gap that had opened between them. Without a word, he enveloped Bharat in a warm, reassuring hug. The embrace spoke volumes, a silent promise of unconditional love and understanding. As he held his younger brother close, Ram gently caressed Bharat's head in a gesture reminiscent of a father's soothing touch, offering comfort and solace in the midst of their shared pain.

The embrace melted away the tension, and hope began to flicker once more in the hearts of those present, hinting at the possibility of healing and reconciliation.

Breaking the hug, Ram smiled his usual ethereal smile, a gesture that seemed to light up the very atmosphere around them. He gently placed his hand on Bharat's shoulder, conveying both reassurance and warmth through his touch.

Ram :- How can you say that, Bharat? How can you accuse me of such a thing?

He began, his voice a blend of surprise and affection. His eyes softened as he continued,

Ram :- To have a brother like you, a soul must engage in penance over countless ages. I am undoubtedly the luckiest person on earth to have you all as my brothers. I can never be angry with you, my little brother. If I am the heartbeat, you are the breath. It's just these two bodies that separate us, but your place is eternal in my heart.

Bharat looked back at Ram, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

Bharat :- Then what is all this talk about — time has come, departure, abode, and all?

He questioned, trying to understand the deeper meaning behind Ram's words. Ram, with a gentle smile playing upon his lips, responded,

Ram :- Ah, my dear brother, everyone who takes birth as a mortal must face the inevitability of death one day or another. It is the natural order of things — without it, how would the cycle of life continue?

He took a deep breath, underscoring the acceptance of life's transient nature.

Ram :- Life and death are both parts of the same journey. It's important to cherish each moment and understand that our connections exist beyond the physical realm.

He paused for a moment, allowing Bharat to absorb his words.

Ram :- Never fear the natural course of events, dear brother. Instead, embrace our bond that transcends these mortal confines. Let us focus on cherishing the time we have and nurturing the love that binds us so deeply.

Shatrughna paused for a moment, his eyes searching his elder brother’s face for any sign of reassurance.

Shatrughna :- Rounding off the topic won't help, Bhaiya. The meaning is the same. It's exactly what you and I, and all of us understood a few minutes ago. There's no escaping it.

He insisted, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency. Ram's expression was calm, but there was a depth of emotion in his eyes that spoke of the weight he bore as the eldest.

Ram :- That's the reason I called you all here. Instead of wasting any more precious time, I want each of you to think carefully about what you truly desire from me before we leave this materialistic world behind. Time is slipping through our fingers faster than we realize, and we must be clear about our intentions.

He explained, his tone gentle yet firm. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and Shatrughna, along with his siblings, fell silent. The younger brothers, Lakshman and Bharat, were both deep in thought. Lakshman, with his thoughtful nature, was contemplating the implications of Ram's words, while Bharat seemed to be struggling to fully digest the truth that had just been laid bare before them.

Lakshman glanced briefly at Bharat, understanding the turmoil his brother was experiencing. Then, with a slight sigh, he gathered his thoughts. After a few moments of introspection, he spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

Lakshman :- Bhaiya, I have thought deeply about this. I've come to a decision—I want to be the eldest brother the next time we are born into this mortal world. If the universe grants us another chance at life, that's my only wish.

Ram, with a gentle smile gracing his lips, looked at Lakshman warmly. Understanding the depth of his brother's feelings, he nodded, signaling his willingness to listen to Lakshman's wish and to grant it if it was within his power.

Ram :- And why is that, Lakshman? Is it because I often relied on you to undertake the most challenging tasks? Was it because I had you face numerous difficulties, follow my commands, and dedicate yourself to serving me?

Lakshman immediately shook his head with fervor, his loyalty and love evident. Rising to his feet, he brought his hands together in a gesture of respect and devotion in front of his elder brother, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Lakshman :- No, bhaiya, serving you has been the greatest blessing, a reward bestowed upon me after countless years of penance and devotion. My desire isn't born out of a wish to escape my duties to you. Rather, I feel a profound regret that, as your younger brother, I couldn't shield you from the hardships and trials that you had to endure. If I were the elder brother, I believe I could have stood as a stronger barrier against the world's adversities, bearing those pains myself to spare you from them. My sole wish is to be the eldest brother in our next life so that I can protect you as you have protected us.

He responded earnestly. Ram listened, deeply moved by his brother's love and selflessness. He placed a reassuring hand on Lakshman's shoulder, his voice steady and warm,

Ram :- Tathastu—so be it. Your wish is heartfelt, my dear Lakshman.

Turning his gaze towards Bharat, Ram then inquired gently,

Ram :- Bharat, do you have anything you wish to ask? Is there a desire within your heart, a wish I can help fulfill?

Bharat stared intently at his elder brother for a few moments, wrestling with a question that had been simmering in his mind. It was a question that he felt had been asked by countless generations before him, one that seemed both ancient and eternally relevant. Taking a deep breath, he finally decided to speak, his voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of concern.

Bharat :- Will there be a dharm yudh again, bhaiya?

He asked, his eyes searching Ram's for reassurance. Ram paused, allowing a gentle smile to spread across his face, which was as comforting as the warm embrace of sunlight at dawn. He took a deep sigh, a breath that seemed to carry the weight of a timeless promise and a legacy of his divine purpose. Nodding slowly, he began to speak with a calm yet resolute demeanor.

Ram :- There will indeed be a dharm yudh in every yug, Bharat. It is an inevitability woven into the very fabric of time itself. Each era brings forth its challenges, and history shall see the cycle repeat for eternity. Everytime dharm, the very essence of righteousness, finds itself teetering on the precipice amid chaos; everytime human rights, the birthright of every soul, are trampled and denied; everytime a woman's honour is shamefully reduced to mere objectification for lustful eyes, or when the profound wisdom of the Vedas is twisted and misunderstood, a dharm yudh will be both necessary and imminent.

Ram's gaze wavered toward the horizon, as if seeing beyond the present into futures yet uncharted. His voice grew firmer, carrying the weight of a vow that transcended lifetimes.

Ram :- I will incarnate myself each and every time to ensure justice prevails, to restore harmony and balance to the world. Just as the sun rises and sets, I will be there, embodying dharma in whatever form is required, to protect the innocence and uphold truth.

He looked back at Bharat, the intensity in his eyes tempered with love and understanding.

Ram :- Do not fear the battles that lay ahead, dear brother. For it is through these struggles that the world is forged anew, purified and stronger than before. We are bound by duty to serve, to lead, and to safeguard the sacred truth, ensuring that light perennially triumphs over darkness.

Bharat listened, feeling the weight of his brother's words wrap around him like a protective shield. He nodded slowly, understanding not just the solemnity of the battles ahead, but also the indomitable spirit that would guide them through every trial. Bharat once again paused, reflecting deeply before he cautiously ventured to ask,

Bharat :- Bhaiya, why do dharm yudh, these righteous wars, arise? Why do people stray from the true essence of dharm, of righteousness?

Ram, with a gentle and knowing smile, slowly made his way towards the window. He stood there for a moment, allowing the cool night breeze to brush against his face as he gazed up at the vast, twinkling expanse of the night sky, illuminated by the shimmering stars. Below, the courtyard was aglow with the soft, flickering light of oil lamps, creating a warm and serene atmosphere. His hands were thoughtfully clasped behind his back as he considered his brother's sincere query.

Ram :- Change, dear Bharat, and evolution are the inexorable laws of nature. With every passing moment, changes unfold—some subtle, some profound. These changes touch every aspect of our existence. The meaning of dharm evolves, just as the meaning of love transforms, and even our understanding of life itself may shift. However, it's crucial to understand that not all change is inherently positive. At times, individuals become ensnared by their desires and temptations. In succumbing to these, their actions often initiate changes that serve only their own interests. When a person acts from such a narrow perspective, they sow seeds of imbalance, disrupting the natural harmony of the world.

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. Bharat listened intently, absorbing the wisdom in his brother's explanation.

Ram :- And when that imbalance spirals beyond the point of control. Nature has no choice but to intervene. It must restore equilibrium forcefully, often through conflict and upheaval, which manifests as dharm yudh, the righteous battle. These battles serve as potent reminders of the eternal struggle to uphold the essence of dharm amidst the ever-changing currents of human desire and ambition.

He continued, his gaze returning from the celestial splendor to meet his brother's eyes. Bharat nodded, a newfound clarity shining in his eyes as he pondered his brother's words.

He finally joined his hands in a gesture of deep respect and devotion as he bowed before his elder brother, his heart filled with a sense of both duty and love. Taking a deep breath, he uttered his final wish, his voice steady and resolute, yet tinged with emotion.

Bharat :- My dearest brother, my wish, a yearning that has occupied my heart for so long, is for the next dharm yudh we face, the righteous war that upholds the pillars of truth and justice. Let it be that Shatrughna and I, who have long been in the shadows of your greatness, take up arms and stand at the forefront. We wish to bear the responsibility and the privilege of fighting for dharma, allowing ourselves to grow and prove our mettle in the crucible of battle.

He paused for a moment, searching his brother's eyes for understanding and approval, before continuing with the same conviction.

Bharat :- In this sacred endeavor, you, my dear brother, alongside our valiant Lakshman, will remain as guiding lights, astute spectators who watch over us with wisdom, offering counsel and guidance steeped in experience and compassion. Your presence, though not by weapons, will be felt in every move we make, every strategy we employ, bolstering our courage and determination.

Bharat's words hung in the air, a testament to his deep respect and admiration for his brother, and his earnest desire to take on a more active role in their shared destiny.

Ram sighed deeply before turning slowly to face his brother, though the warm smile on his face never wavered under the weight of his words. It was a smile that held both the wisdom of ages and the melancholy of the challenges that lay ahead.

Ram :- Are you truly sure you'll be able to handle it, Bharat? The next dharm yudh will not be an ordinary battle. It is destined to take place at the very end of the Dwapar Yug, and you must understand, the transition into the upcoming Yug will bring with it complexities far beyond what we experience now. The coming age will herald an era where entanglements will abound—a time where falsehood and misconceptions will rule the day, casting their pervasive shadows over truth and integrity.

He paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before continuing,

Ram :- In such times, people will lose sight of righteousness, blindly adhering to foolish and unnecessary rules, while questioning and doubting the foundations of dharma itself. It will be exceedingly difficult to discern who is a true supporter of the dharm amidst the chaos. Even the greatest saints and revered figures, whose words once illuminated the path of righteousness, will unknowingly lend their support to adharm. Ironically, some of the most notorious criminals will hide under the guise of dharma, distorting its sacred tenets for their nefarious aims.

Ram's gaze intensified as he emphasized the magnitude of the challenge.

Ram :- Power will be wielded with impunity, often in the most flagrant manner, leading to further corruption of the moral fabric. In this darkened time, women, instead of being revered as the bearers of life and wisdom, will be treated as mere pawns to satiate fragile male egos. Bharat, are you truly ready to confront all of this? A great and terrible war will be fought, a battle that will become enshrined in the annals of history, known to all as the Mahabharat.

His voice softened with a touch of sadness. Ram's words hung in the air as he looked at Bharat with both hope and concern, knowing that his brother’s strength and resolve would be tested like never before. Bharat simply joined his hands and kneeled in front of his eldest brother, his eyes filled with a deep reverence and unshakeable devotion.

Bharat :- Bhaiya, as long as you're by my side, I feel as if there's nothing in this world to worry about. Bhaiya, my greatest wish, my only desire, is to spend my life in service to you, to follow your guidance with unwavering loyalty. I want nothing more than to be your most faithful companion, to assist you in every endeavor, every challenge we face together.

Ram, his heart swelling with pride and affection for his younger brother, gently lifted Bharat to his feet. Tenderly, he caressed Bharat's head—a gesture of both blessing and brotherhood.

Ram :- Tathastu, Bharat, you shall have your wish. I will be your guide and guardian in the coming dharm yudh. You will never walk alone, for I am with you.

He proclaimed warmly. Satisfied and filled with purpose, Bharat stepped back, allowing his brother Shatrughna to approach. Shatrughna, his determination mirroring that of Bharat, declared with earnest conviction,

Shatrughna :- Bhaiya, my dearest wish aligns with my heart's deepest desire—I want to remain with Bharat bhaiya. Together, I believe we can achieve anything, no task too daunting, no goal unreachable.

Lakshman, standing nearby, couldn't conceal his bewilderment. His brow furrowed, and he leaned slightly toward Shatrughna, his voice reflecting his confusion.

Lakshman :- What?

He exclaimed, his mind racing to comprehend his younger brother's request. The words hung in the air, echoing the surprise that Shatrughna's simple yet profound wish had inspired within him.

Shatrughna smiled warmly as he gazed at his eldest brother, a sense of admiration and affection filling his heart. Despite the challenges they had faced, the bond between the brothers remained unbreakable.

Shatrughna :- Bharat bhaiya mentioned he wants to devote himself to serving bhaiya Ram. I figured if I stay by Bharat bhaiya's side, I'll also have the opportunity to be close to bhaiya Ram, to learn from him and support him in whatever way possible.

Ram listened, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. He chuckled softly, the sound like a warm embrace, and said,

Ram :- It seems like you are determined to not let me have a moment of peace wherever I go, isn't it, Shatrughna?

His voice was filled with affection and pride for his devoted younger brother, and then he added warmly,

Ram :- Tathastu.

As the words hung in the air, a wave of loving camaraderie enveloped the room. All the brothers exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes reflecting the deep love and respect they held for one another. Without another word, they moved closer and shared a heartfelt group hug, reinforcing their everlasting bond and shared dreams.

In that embrace, each of them found strength and reassurance, silently promising to support one another, no matter what the future held. It was a moment that underscored the essence of their relationship — one rooted in loyalty, love, and the shared journey of life.



Present, Dwapar yug, Dwarika,

Under the soft glow of the early morning sun, a man sat serenely on his swing, nestled within the lush embrace of his garden. His fingers gently cradled a golden flute, which shimmered faintly in the sun's burgeoning rays. As he held the flute delicately near his lips, he began to blow softly, infusing the cool morning air with a melody that resonated with the essence of ultimate peace. The enchanting notes intertwined with the gentle whispers of a light breeze, which seemed to have a magical quality, helping nature to spread an air of calmness throughout the garden. The vibrant flowers responded joyfully, their petals swaying gracefully as if dancing in perfect harmony with the soothing tune. The towering trees joined in the symphony, swaying gently and adding a rhythmic rustle to the tranquil scene. Birds overhead chirped with delight, their melodic songs merging with the flute's serenade, as the sun began its gentle ascent from its nightly slumber. In contrast, sleepy owls perched among the shadowed branches of dark trees slowly closed their eyes, lulled by the peaceful ambiance.

Amidst this idyllic setting, inside a nearby house, the sound of laughter and running footsteps reverberated down a long corridor. Two young girls, filled with youthful energy and uncontainable joy, were caught in a playful chase. One girl, her eyes lit with determination, pursued her sibling with playful intent, her hair streaming behind her as she dashed forward. With laughter in her voice, she called out,

"I am definitely not going to leave you today, jiji! If I catch you, just know it won't be good for you."

Her sister, casting a glance over her shoulder with equal parts challenge and affection, replied with teasing confidence,

"I don't think so! Let's see what my little sister can really do."

The corridor echoed with their giggles and playful threats, each of them caught in the innocent joy of the moment, oblivious to the world outside. Their laughter was the perfect accompaniment to the serene melody of the garden, a testament to the living, breathing beauty of this new day.

Running swiftly across the expansive palace, the two girls hurried towards the vibrant garden, their laughter resonating through the air like the melodious chirping of birds at dawn. The first girl, nimble as a deer, quickly found refuge behind a man who was seated under the grand banyan tree, playing a flute with a mesmerizing tune that seemed to enchant the very world around them. The other girl halted abruptly in front of him, her petite frame radiating defiance as she stood with her arms firmly crossed over her chest, her expression brimming with an amusing mix of irritation and impatience.

She watched him intently, her eyes narrowing as the melodious notes continued to flow effortlessly from his flute, weaving a spell that seemed unbreakable. Growing more exasperated with every passing second, she finally cast aside her patience and shouted in a commanding voice that echoed through the garden and beyond,

"BHRATASHRI!"

The man's fingers faltered slightly on the flute, the beautiful notes fluttering into silence. He slowly closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if savoring the echoes of the music still lingering in the air. Upon opening them, he gazed at his younger sister with warmth and affection. His lips curled into a smile so radiant it seemed to light up the entire garden, and there was a playful glint in his eyes that spoke of mischief and love.

His dark locks cascaded down to his shoulders, framing a face that exuded a divine serenity, making him appear almost ethereal amidst the natural splendor of the garden. It was as if the very essence of the divine played through him, transcending the realm of mortals and lifting the hearts of those who beheld him.

Yes, this was none other than Yashoda nandan Vasudev Krishna, the beloved deity whose presence was as cherished as the sun's warmth on a winter morning. Legend had it that the music of his flute had the power to induce a trance, drawing humans, animals, and nature alike into a harmonious dance that celebrated the beauty of life itself.



Krishna watched his sister standing in front of him with her hands defiantly placed on her hips, an expression of mock sternness on her face that only siblings could muster. He chuckled softly, the familiar warmth of familial mischief shimmering in his eyes, before teasingly asking,

Krishna :- What happened, Subhadra? Why is my little sister so annoyed?

This young lady was none other than Subhadra, the cherished youngest princess of the illustrious kingdom of Dwarika. Subhadra's brow furrowed with playful irritation as she shifted her gaze between Krishna and another figure, her elder sister, standing beside him.

Subhadra :- You should be asking Jiji this question. She ate all my special mangoes, the ones I spent hours searching for in the market yesterday.

Krishna's laughter filled the garden, and he turned to look at his elder sister, who was struggling to maintain a straight face, her own laughter bound to her lips like an echoing melody.

Krishna :- Jhanvi?

The other girl, Jhanvi, was not just an elder sister to Subhadra, but an important member of their close-knit family. Although she was younger than Krishna, she carried an air of maturity. Jhanvi was a foster sister, having been lovingly adopted by Nand and Yashoda when she was an orphan. Since her adoption, she had found a home and a heart in the vibrant city of Dwarika, living under the same roof as her beloved brothers and sister. Her presence brought an abundance of joy and harmony into their lives, and her mischievous spirit was what made their bond all the more special.

Jhanvi took a moment and made her way toward where her brother Krishna was seated. The garden was calm, save for the soft rustling of leaves. With a smile, Krishna reached up to greet her, and the siblings shared a cheerful high five that echoed playfully across the serene setting. Settling down next to Krishna, Jhanvi leaned closer and said,

Jhanvi :- Bhrata, you must ask her—why did she stash the mangoes in my chamber?

Her voice was lined with a curious mix of amusement and mild irritation. Subhadra, standing across from them with an amused twinkle in her eyes, responded promptly.

Subhadra :- Oh dear jiji, it was for a perfectly good reason. If our dear bhrata Balram had spotted them, our entire marketplace would be devoid of mangoes for the whole season! Honestly, I have no idea how he conceals such an insatiable appetite.

Jhanvi rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips.

Jhanvi :- You see, even now you're pointing fingers at me.

Subhadra chuckled, her voice light and teasing.

Subhadra :- Well, you're hardly any better than him when it comes to matters of the stomach.

She quipped. The garden was filled with a warm camaraderie. Krishna couldn't control his laughter anymore. The infectious sound of his amusement echoed through the air, drawing Jhanvi to join him in a fit of giggles. Their laughter was so hearty and genuine that even Subhadra, who had been simmering with anger just moments before, found it impossible to maintain her stern demeanor. Her irritation melted away as she gazed at their joyful faces, and she too succumbed to the contagious mirth, chuckling along with them.

Amidst the laughter, Krishna suddenly cleared his throat, attempting to adopt a serious tone, though a playful twinkle remained in his eyes.

Krishna :- I have been entrusted with a very important task.

He announced with feigned solemnity. Jhanvi looked at him quizzically, still trying to catch her breath from laughter.

Jhanvi :- What might that be?

She inquired, curiosity evident in her tone. With a mischievous grin, Krishna revealed,

Krishna :- To inform Dau about the abundance of mangoes in the market.

Subhadra’s eyes widened in mock horror, and she protested,

Subhadra :- No... You can't do this, bhrata. It's too much for poor Dau!

Just then, the presence of another individual caused them to pause and turn their attention to the edge of the gardens. Striding towards them with an air of strength and confidence came a man of impressive stature, his frame well-muscled and powerful. He wore an elegant blue angvastra draped over his broad shoulders, paired with a golden dhoti that shone brilliantly under the sun. Atop his head sat a magnificent golden crown, and his eyes twinkled with happiness and amusement as he approached.

It was none other than Balram, Krishna's elder brother and the one affectionately referred to as Dau. His arrival added to the light-hearted atmosphere, and the siblings greeted him with wide smiles, eager to share the jest and revel in the companionship that bound them. As Balram joined their merry trio, the gardens filled with an even greater sense of joy and family warmth, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the trees in the gentle breeze.



Krishna stood up gracefully, intending to touch Balram's feet in a show of respect, but Balram, always the affectionate brother, stopped him midway and pulled him into a warm hug, enveloping Krishna in his strong arms.

As they parted from the embrace, Balram's curiosity got the better of him. He had heard the cheerful laughter resonating throughout the corridors and wanted in on the joke.

Balram :- Why were you three laughing so loudly? Will anyone tell me? I was bored out of my mind sitting with those dusty old scrolls.

He inquired with a playful glint in his eyes. His gaze flickered over to his younger sisters, who had been giggling alongside Krishna, their faces alight with amusement. Krishna, ever the mischievous spirit, feigned innocence.

Krishna :- We... uh... nothing, just talking about visiting the market to buy some...

He replied, putting on a teasing expression. His sentence trailed off provocatively as he turned to give an amused glance at Subhadra, inviting her participation in their little game. Subhadra, with a playful roll of her eyes but unable to suppress her laughter, jumped in immediately, completing Krishna’s sentence.

Subhadra :- Bangles... to buy some bangles.

She declared with a giggle, her statement filled with the light-hearted charm only siblings can share. Krishna, pleased with their teasing diversion, smiled warmly and shook his head, the twinkle of brotherly affection shimmering in his eyes.

Balram stretched, yawning as he tried to shake off the weariness and fatigue that clung to him after a long day filled with court meetings and discussions. It felt as though the weight of responsibilities had settled on his shoulders, yet he remained steadfast as always.

Balram :- Ah, whatever, let me tell you something important. A letter has arrived from Hastinapur. Bua Kunti has invited us to visit. The princes are returning from their time at the gurukul, and there will be a grand program to showcase their talents.

His voice grew more animated, breaking the monotony of the day’s routine.

Krishna :- Returning from gurukul? It sounds like a significant and exciting new phase in everyone’s lives is about to begin.

He said, his eyes lighting up with interest at the thought of witnessing the growth and achievements of the young princes. Balram turned to his younger siblings, Subhadra and Jhanvi, with a mix of authority and affection in his voice.

Balram :- Subhadra and Jhanvi, make sure to pack your things. You both will be leaving tomorrow to attend this celebration. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to join you as I have important duties here. I need to oversee the construction at the South East gate.

He explained, his sense of duty ever-present. He then fixed his gaze on Krishna, who was listening intently.

Balram :- And you, Kanha, you’ll be here with me. I need you by my side, so do not even think about shirking this responsibility. Be ready to assist me, without fail.

His voice was firm yet understanding, acknowledging Krishna’s own set of responsibilities. Krishna smiled innocently, accepting his brother’s words with a nod.

Krishna :- Okay, Dau.

He replied softly, always willing to contribute and support Balram in their shared duties and endeavors.

Balram sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the day's responsibilities lift off his shoulders, giving him a much-needed sense of relief. He mused aloud,

Balram :- As I'm free now, I should visit the market and buy some juicy mangoes. You know, I've been missing them a lot lately due to my diet. There's nothing quite like the taste of ripe mangoes to refresh the mind and spirit.

Krishna and Jhanvi chuckled at his remark, their laughter filling the air with warmth and camaraderie. The thought of mangoes seemed to bring cheer to everyone present. Just then, Subhadra approached with a look of mild concern etched across her face. Her brow was slightly furrowed, and there was an urgency in her step.

Subhadra :- No, bhrata Balram, you can't do it.

She said, her voice carrying a hint of apprehension. Balram, puzzled by her sudden objection, asked,

Balram :- Why?

His face reflected his confusion, and he tilted his head slightly, studying her expression for clues. Subhadra hesitated for a moment, realizing her initial words might have come off stronger than intended. She quickly added, her tone softening,

Subhadra :- I... mean... I will also come with you.

Her eyes twinkled with a mixture of relief and excitement.

Balram chuckled, understanding her intention.

Balram :- Then let's go.

He responded with a smile, eager to have her company on this small adventure. Together, they made their way towards the market, their spirits lifted by the prospect of sharing simple pleasures.

Jhanvi was about to walk away, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her upcoming visit, when Krishna, noticing her distant gaze, gently interrupted her train of thought.

Krishna :- Can we have a talk, Jhanvi?

He asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and warmth.

Jhanvi :- Sure, bhrata. What's the matter?

She replied, her expression softening as she turned her full attention to him. Krishna smiled, gesturing for her to walk with him along the garden path lined with fragrant flowers. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze as they walked side by side, their footsteps in sync.

Krishna :- You'll be meeting bua Kunti after a long time. Don't you think you should take some gifts with you? Moreover, all her sons would be returning, and it would be a wonderful gesture.

He remarked thoughtfully. Jhanvi's eyes lit up with delight at the suggestion, her smile broadening as she looked over at her brother.

Jhanvi :- Good idea. I was getting a bit bored just roaming around the palace. It's beautiful, but there isn't any fun like there used to be when we played with our friends in Gokul.

She said, nodding in agreement. Her mind wandered back to the carefree days spent in Gokul, where laughter echoed through the fields and each day was filled with adventure and joy.

Jhanvi :- I miss those days, when every corner held a surprise or a game, and we all were together with no cares in the world.

She added nostalgically. Krishna chuckled softly, understanding exactly what she meant.

Krishna :- Those were indeed special times. But think of how delighted everyone will be to see you again, especially with some thoughtful gifts in hand.

Jhanvi sighed contentedly, feeling more excited about the visit.

Jhanvi :- You're right, bhrata. I'll visit the market tomorrow to find something special for each of them. It’ll be nice to bring a piece of my heart along with those gifts.

Krishna stopped for a moment, turning to his sister with a smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and wisdom gained from a world beyond the confines of their usual surroundings.

Krishna :- You know, Jhanvi, sometimes it's good to quietly sneak out and explore the outside world. It's in those unexpected journeys that we sometimes meet a pair of eyes that seem different than others, eyes that can see right through to your soul.

Jhanvi narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher the depth behind his words, as if searching for some hidden meaning that Krishna might have left unspoken.

Jhanvi :- Different than others? What do you mean by that, bhrata?

Krishna nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips, the sort that only someone who had felt a shift in the winds of fate could understand, before adding with a hint of emotion in his voice,

Krishna :- Special, Jhanvi. Like a unique stranger who somehow feels like they know you already, like someone more than a friend, like a... new love, a connection that is both unexpected and comforting.

Jhanvi shook her head with an exasperated sigh, a mixture of affection and irritation crossing her face as she tried to steer the conversation away from these dreamy notions.

Jhanvi :- Offo bhrata, I already told you this topic is out of my interest. I don’t believe in such things. You always lose yourself in these poetic ideas, but that's not how life works.

Krishna chuckled softly, a sound filled with the patience of someone who understands that the heart often has its own mysterious timing.

Krishna :- Ah, but Jhanvi, that’s the beauty of it, isn't it? No one ever knows when or how our heart starts beating for someone else. It happens almost like magic, quietly, like a hidden melody only you can hear. One day, you might realize that you can't remember what life was like before that connection changed everything.

Jhanvi was just about to say something, her eyes hinting at the emotion behind her words, when a voice rang out from the distance, calling her name. She hesitated for a moment, caught between her urge to speak and the obligation to respond to the call. Krishna, noticing her indecision, gave her a reassuring nod.

Krishna :- Go on. We can talk later.

He said softly, his voice calm and understanding. His words were gentle, a promise that their conversation could continue at another time. With a grateful smile, Jhanvi turned to leave, her steps light yet purposeful, as they carried the unsaid words with her. Krishna watched her retreating figure until she disappeared into the bustling crowd, his heart tinged with an inexplicable sadness. He then lifted his gaze to the vast, open sky above, a tapestry of deep blues and early stars just beginning to shimmer into view. A soft, wistful sigh escaped his lips as he felt the weight of unspoken thoughts and distant dreams.

For a moment, Krishna remained still, as if searching the heavens for answers to questions only he knew. Then, as if the universe heard his silent contemplation, a sense of resolve washed over him.

Krishna :- Time to walk on your destined path, Bharat. Destiny is calling you face to face with all those who would be a part of this journey.

He murmured to himself, almost as if speaking to an unseen companion or perhaps to the winds that carried messages from the past. With that, Krishna felt a shift within him, as though he were at the threshold of a new beginning. The journey ahead was filled with uncertainty, yet it promised encounters with those who would play significant roles in the unfolding narrative of his life. Steeling himself against the challenges yet to come, he took a deep breath, ready to embrace the path destiny had set before him.



In an abandoned forest, where the dense canopy overhead cast eerie shadows on the forest floor and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures, a solitary figure sat in deep meditation. This was not an ordinary man, but a being whose presence seemed almost otherworldly. A bluish-black aura surrounded him, pulsing rhythmically, casting an ethereal glow that made his well-built figure appear ghostly amidst the wilderness.

The man's presence was both serene and powerful, a testament to years of honing his inner strength and mastering the energies that flowed within and around him. As he sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed, his breathing was slow and steady, drawing in the essence of the forest that brimmed with ancient secrets and untapped power. The aura around him shimmered like a living entity, swirling and dancing as if in tune with the heartbeat of the earth itself.

Gradually, as the energy coursed through his veins, invigorating every cell in his body, the man opened his eyes. They gleamed with a sharp, knowing light that pierced through the dim daylight filtering through the treetops. His lips curved into a subtle smirk, a reflection of the satisfaction and empowerment he felt as the energy he harnessed merged seamlessly with his own life force. This man was not merely a seeker of solace in the wild; he was a master of his own destiny.

He is Amrit, the younger froster brother of Karn.

In this secluded forest, away from the eyes of the world, Amrit found not just solitude but a stage to refine his skills and harness the energy that would shape the destiny of not only himself but perhaps of others as well. Behind that smirk lay a mind aware of the delicate balance between the forces of nature and the power within—a balance he intended to master not just for his sake, but for whatever challenges lay ahead, waiting silently in the timeless depths of fate.



An elderly man approached Amrit, who was meditating under the shade of an ancient tree, lost in the silence of the surrounding forest. The rustling of leaves broke his concentration, prompting him to open his eyes. To his surprise and reverence, he saw his esteemed guru, Shukracharya, elegantly walking towards him, his presence radiating wisdom and grace.

Feeling honored yet slightly anxious about such a revered visitation, Amrit quickly rose to his feet, his heart filled with respect and devotion. Barely containing his eagerness, he bowed deeply, touching the sacred ground at Shukracharya's feet as a sign of both respect and gratitude for the endless knowledge and guidance his guru had imparted over the years.

Shukracharya, with a warm smile spreading across his wise countenance, gestured for Amrit to rise. With a voice that carried both authority and kindness, he spoke,

Shukracharya :- Become a great warrior, dear son. Your training and dedication have not gone unnoticed, and the universe has prepared a path for you that will require both your courage and wisdom.

Amrit, though deeply moved by his guru's words, could not hide his concern, his eyes searching Shukracharya's face for answers.

Amrit :- Is there any problem, Gurudev? You could have easily summoned me to your ashram. Your presence here suggests urgency. What is it that troubles you?

Shukracharya's expression turned slightly more serious, his eyes reflecting both the gravity and hope of what lay ahead.

Shukracharya :- I came here personally, my devoted disciple, to inform you that the time has come for you to return to the world beyond this tranquil forest. It is now your destiny to tread the path laid out by fate, a path that will challenge you, test your resolve, and call upon the skills you have so diligently honed. The world awaits your purpose, and I have no doubt you will rise to meet it with honor and strength.

Amrit nodded, trying to comprehend the complexities of his swirling thoughts. His heart was filled with gratitude, yet his mind was clouded with confusion, a mix of emotions that often accompanies the end of an important chapter in one's life. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a slight tremor in his voice.

Amrit :- But Gurudev, you haven't asked for any Guru dakshina.

He said, his eyes searching Shukracharya's face for some hint of expectation or requirement that he could fulfill. Shukracharya chuckled softly, a gentle, warm sound that seemed to calm the air around them. With a serene smile, he placed his hand on Amrit's head, a gesture filled with affection and unspoken understanding.

Shukracharya :- Getting a student like you is my Guru dakshina. I don't need anything else. But there is something I want to say to you. If you have power, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you can use it for whatever you want. Jealousy is the biggest enemy of a warrior. It is a weapon that, if not used properly, can cause a person to behave like an animal. So, try to keep yourself isolated from it as much as you can.

He replied, his voice rich with sincerity and pride. Amrit listened intently. The advice was simple yet profound, a guiding principle that he vowed to carry forward into his life. He looked up at Shukracharya, his eyes filled with respect and admiration, understanding more deeply the burden of wisdom his teacher bore.

With reverence, Amrit touched Shukracharya's feet once more, a traditional gesture of respect and gratitude, acknowledging the invaluable lessons he had received. Straightening up, he took a deep breath, knowing it was time to move forward.

He went to his quarters to pack his belongings, each item a reminder of the many lessons and experiences that had shaped him under Shukracharya's tutelage. As he moved about his room, a sense of melancholy began to envelop him.

Meanwhile, Shukracharya watched him from a distance, his heart heavy with a sadness that only mentors understand—a sadness mixed with pride and love for his student. He knew the journey ahead for Amrit was fraught with challenges, and though parting was inevitable, he could not help but feel a deep, bittersweet ache at the thought of Amrit facing the world on his own. Shukracharya hoped that the teachings imparted would serve him well in the trials that were yet to come.



Did you like the chapter ?

I know it must be a little boring, I'm sorry for the last part (I wrote it in haste).

Next part will give you the answer for will Karn be cursed or not.

IMP :- In my tale, Prabhu Sri Ram broke Shiva Dhanush in Mata Sita's swayamvar, hope you understand.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.