In the dim, ethereal light of early dawn, a thin veil of fog draped itself delicately over the forest area, creating an enchanting yet mysterious ambiance. The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. As the soft hues of morning began to merge with the world, Karn made his way to the temple of Lord Shiva, which stood solemnly near the village, enveloped in a timeless aura. The temple, with its weathered stone walls and intricate carvings, seemed to glow subtly in the muted light, as if whispering secrets of the past.

Stepping inside the sanctified space, Karn felt a profound sense of peace envelop him. The silence was punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves outside and the distant call of a waking bird. With reverence in his heart, he carried out his daily rituals, meticulously cleaning the temple's sacred surroundings. The rhythmic sound of his broom on the stone floor echoed softly through the structure. Once the cleaning was complete, he proceeded to perform his puja with devoted attention, chanting ancient mantras that resonated with spiritual energy. He lovingly poured milk over the Sivling, watching as it cascaded down smoothly, purifying the sacred symbol of Lord Shiva.

As Karn prepared to leave the serene confines of the temple, his mind filled with tranquility and purpose, a Brahmin, clad in traditional attire and exuding an aura of wisdom and peace, entered the sacred space. Respecting the Brahmin's spiritual stature, Karn bowed deeply before him and touched his feet, a gesture of deep respect and humility.

The Brahmin, his eyes filled with warmth and gratitude, looked at Karn with appreciation and said,

Brahmin :- Stay blessed and strong, son. Thank you immensely for everything you have done. We shudder to think what our situation would have been if the rains hadn't come when they did.

Karn smiled gently, humility etched across his features, and shook his head softly, responding,

Karn :- There's no need to thank me, revered one. I merely did what I felt was right. As a warrior, it is my dharm, my duty, to fight for the right cause and protect those in need. It is by the grace of the divine that the rains blessed our land.

The Brahmin took a deep breath as he pulled out a worn yet sturdy bag of coins from his waist. The bag jingled softly with the promise of gratitude and hope. His eyes twinkled with a sense of fulfillment as he gently handed it to Karn, his fingertips lingering on the pouch as if transferring the weight of the village's gratitude through the touch.

Brahmin :- Son, this is a small token from all of us in the village. Though it may seem meager compared to the great deeds you have accomplished for us, it is all we could muster together. Each coin carries the blessings and appreciation of everyone whose lives you've touched.

He said with a voice that held both sincerity and deep respect. Karn felt a profound warmth spread within him. He joined his hands in respectful salutation, bowing slightly, his heart swelling with the overwhelming gratitude that emanated from each familiar face around him. He spoke with humble conviction, his voice steady and firm.

Karn :- I am truly sorry, Brahmin Dev, but I cannot accept this gift. I didn’t act with the expectation of a reward. Everything I did was guided by my Gurudev's teachings. My actions were simply a reflection of the path of dharma he has shown me. It would only be right for you to offer this to him as a tribute.

The Brahmin opened his mouth to protest, the words forming out of concern and insistence. He extended the pouch once more, his arms slightly quivering with earnestness as he implored,

Brahmin :- But son, this is a small recognition of your extraordinary courage and selflessness...

Karn, with a gentle but firm gesture, caught the Brahmin's hand, holding it with a grip that was both gentle and unyielding, guiding him to withdraw. His eyes gleamed with genuine care and wisdom beyond his years.

Karn :- If you truly wish to honor me, then please use these coins to aid someone in real need. There are many who struggle, who lack even the basics to survive. As for me, I have these strong limbs and a sound mind. I am fully capable of providing for my family with honest labor and toil.

The Brahmin, deeply moved by Karn's heartfelt response and the genuine humility reflected in his demeanor, couldn't help but smile warmly and nod his head in satisfaction.

Brahmin : - You have indeed passed my test, Karn.

Perplexed, Karn's brows furrowed as he tried to unravel the meaning behind the Brahmin's enigmatic words. His mind raced with possibilities, struggling to understand the nature of the test he had unknowingly undergone.

Karn : - What do you mean?

As the Brahmin began to close his eyes, an extraordinary transformation started to unfold before Karn's astonished gaze. There was a shimmering aura, a divine luminescence, that enveloped the Brahmin's form, and when his eyes opened once more, it was the celestial visage of Devrishi Narad that met Karn's disbelieving eyes.

Karn stood rooted to the spot, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to comprehend the surreal revelation that was unfolding before him. The world around seemed to pause, acknowledging a moment of profound significance that was beyond his mortal understanding.

Dev Rishi Narad's smile grew wider as he observed Karn standing there, awe and astonishment vividly dancing in his eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and reverence.

Narad, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief, cleared his throat before speaking,

Narad :- On my Lord's behest, I have ventured here from the heavenly realms, across the vast cosmic expanse, to gauge the purity of your mind and spirit. In your recent encounter with Devraj Indra, the king of Gods, the exceptional valor you exhibited was unparalleled, forcing him to gracefully accept defeat in combat. Such a feat has resonated across the heavens.

Pausing for a moment, Narad continued,

Narad :- Your unwavering devotion and sense of duty have caught the attention of none other than Lord Shiva himself, who acknowledges the burden of your journey. He has thus sent me here to...

Karn, his demeanor humble and respectful, softly interrupted, his voice barely a whisper against the tranquil surroundings. Bowing his head slightly and folding his hands in a gesture of humility, he said,

Karn :- I beg your pardon, Devrishi, but if your presence here is to shower me with rewards for aiding the villagers, I must respectfully decline. I cannot accept gifts or alms for fulfilling what I consider to be my duty. My actions stem from dharm, and accepting a reward would contradict the very essence of it. However, if you wish to bless me, it would be my honor to receive such divine grace. But let it be known, that my duty is its own reward, and I seek nothing further.

Devrishi nodded at Karn's words, acknowledging the weight of their conversation, and motioned for him to rise to his feet.

Narad :- If I tell you that I am neither here to bless you nor to reward you, would you believe me? I am here merely to fulfill the orders of my revered Gurudev. Do not ponder over it too much, Karn. Simply stretch out your hands and accept the gift that destiny has chosen for you.

With a slight hesitation, Karn obeyed the sage's command, extending his arms as instructed. Narad raised his right hand, and from his fingertips emanated a radiant golden glow. The light intensified, illuminating the entire space, and quite suddenly, a massive bow, shimmering in hues of bluish-brown, materialized in Karn's hands. This was no ordinary weapon; its intricate curves and ornate design spoke of its divine origin, exuding an aura of celestial magnificence.

Narad :- This, is the celestial dhanush of Mahadev, known as Ajgav, and revered by the name Pinak.

He declared, gesturing towards the bow. Karn's eyes widened in awe, his breath caught in his throat as he marveled at the sheer weight and palpable power of the Pinak bow now resting in his arms. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered, a weapon worthy of the gods themselves.

Karn :- Pinak... Mahadev's dhanush.

He whispered, almost to himself, as if trying to comprehend the enormity of the gift bestowed upon him. It was clear that his life was about to change in unimaginable ways, with this legendary bow now in his possession.

Narad smiled warmly, his eyes filled with a sense of divine knowledge and pride as he gently lowered his hand, indicating the completion of his sacred invocation.

Narad :- Yes, my son, This dhanush is not just a mere weapon; it is an extraordinary artifact from the tapestry of our ancient history, intricately carved with sacred mantras. It has been forged with the very bones of Rishi Dadhichi, whose sacrifice has lent it an immeasurable spiritual energy. This divine dhanush was once entrusted to Mahadev himself, intended for the purpose of complete and utter destruction in times of dire need. It stands unparalleled in its might and prowess; truly, the most powerful dhanush ever created by the gods.

He paused, allowing the words to echo within the silent sanctum, before continuing in a tone laced with awe and respect.

Narad :- This dhanush, my dear Karn, is unlike any other. Alone, it holds the power equivalent to a million ordinary bows. No astra, no weapon or force, no matter how formidable, can cause it harm. Its five strings are symbolic, representing the five noble virtues that define a true warrior's heart—courage, honor, perseverance, purity, and justice. The sixth string is of celestial origin, an ethereal thread that remains impervious to any form of destruction.

Narad's eyes twinkled as he elaborated further on the dhanush's magnificence.

Narad :- Charged by potent mantras, the weapons released from this bow hold power magnified a thousandfold, capable of ravishing victory in any battle. It is a conduit for all types of astras, ready to unleash their fury across the battlefield. And when it is drawn, its mighty twang can roar louder than even the fiercest thunderstorm, striking a primal fear into the hearts of all who hear it. Indeed, this dhanush will elevate you to the pinnacle of power among warriors.

Karn, his heart swelling with gratitude and reverence, reverently touched the bow to his forehead, closing his eyes in a silent vow. His voice, thick with emotion he could barely contain, broke through the chamber with a humbling sincerity.

Karn :- I am truly blessed. To have this dhanush as mine is a privilege beyond measure. I am honored and shall carry it with all the respect and responsibility it deserves, channeling its power for the protection of dharma and the pursuit of righteousness.

Narad nodded, acknowledging the solemn promise that Karn had just made.

Narad :- At last, my dear Karn, I want to reiterate the same important lesson imparted by your revered Guru: power, immense as it may be, invariably comes with an equally significant burden of responsibility. The careless use of such power can indeed be fatal, not just to you but to the entirety of mankind. It is imperative that one never forgets that impact.

Karn looked at Narad with steady determination in his eyes and replied,

Karn :- I assure you, and my Guru, that I have taken your words to heart. I solemnly vow to make every possible effort to abide by all the necessary precautions while handling my weapons. I will strive to uphold the balance between wielding power and maintaining responsibility, ensuring that every action I take reflects wisdom and forethought.

Narad nodded once more, a hint of pride in his eyes as he heard Karn's resolution. Satisfied that his message had been received and understood, he allowed a serene smile to grace his lips before slowly stepping back from the scene. As he did so, his celestial form began to fade softly into the ethereal light, his presence gradually blending with the colors of the horizon, until he disappeared entirely, leaving Karn standing resolute and contemplative in the quiet aftermath of their exchange.



Karn wasted no time and went directly to his ashram, his mind brimming with excitement and awe from the morning's extraordinary events. He felt an urgent need to inform his revered Guru about the miraculous occurrence that had unfolded. As he approached the serene sanctuary, he noticed Parshuram deeply engrossed in meditation under the sprawling branches of a majestic tree. He softly kneeled before Parshuram and joined his hands in respectful greeting.

Karn, with a voice full of respect and eagerness, spoke,

Karn :- Gurudev.

Parshuram, calmly emerging from his meditative state, opened his eyes and beheld his devoted disciple kneeling in front of him. A gentle smile spread across his lips, and he raised his hand to bless Karn. Despite the interruption, there was warmth and affection in his voice.

Parshuram :- Son, I think you've made up your mind to always disturb me when I am meditating.

He began, playfully chiding. Karn could not help but return the smile, a picture of innocence and excitement, like a deer suddenly caught in the bright daylight. His thoughts were racing, eager to share his news.

Karn :- I apologize, Gurudev, but please have a look at this. It is Mahadev's celestial dhanush, Pinak. I can hardly believe it myself, but now it belongs to me, my dhanush.

He presented the bow with reverence, its presence powerful and almost otherworldly. Parshuram's eyes widened slightly, hinting at a combination of surprise and curiosity. He examined the celestial bow, recognizing its divine origin and significance.

Parshuram :- Who gave you this?

He inquired, his tone a mixture of inquiry and amazement. Karn responded, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

Karn :- Devrishi Narad presented it to me, stating that Mahadev himself had sent it as a gift for me.

Parshuram nodded, his expression shifting to one of solemnity and pride. Recognizing the profound honor and responsibility that had been bestowed upon his disciple, he contemplated the implications and the path that lay ahead for Karn.

Karn narrated the entire morning incident with great detail, his voice steady and confident, as he described the events to his revered teacher. Parshuram looked upon his youngest student with a mixture of pride and admiration. His eyes twinkled as he nodded approvingly, watching Karn, who seemed lost in his own world of contemplation, continuously examining his celestial bow with reverence and concentration. Parshuram's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence.

Parshuram :- Karn, dhanush are not mere weapons. They hold within them the potent energies of the cosmos and speak volumes about their wielder's soul and intent. Some dhanush come with certain special qualities, and only those with corresponding traits can master them.

He continued, his hands gesturing animatedly to emphasize his words,

Parshuram :- Take, for instance, the Vijay dhanush I was bestowed with. It was crafted with the purpose of vanquishing adharmi kshatriyas and re-establishing dharma. The manner in which one wields their dhanush is reflective of their mindset and disposition during battle.

Pausing for effect, Parshuram's expression grew more intense as he spoke of another legendary weapon,

Parshuram :- Pinak dhanush was crafted to endure the unparalleled might of Mahadev's hands. Its most defining feature is its incredible durability, its heft daunting to most. Yet, you, Karn, lift and wield it with ease, which speaks volumes of your own physical prowess and steadfastness in combat.

As Karn listened intently, absorbing every word, Parshuram glanced at the celestial bow in Karn's hands, then continued his enlightening discourse,

Parshuram :- And there are countless others, each unique and powerful. The Gandiv dhanush, for instance, can only be handled by one who possesses not just immense physical strength but unshakable self-confidence. Then there is the Sarang dhanush, meant for those whose very being is committed to the preservation of dharma.

He leaned forward, his voice gaining a hint of reverence as he mentioned another,

Parshuram :- Yet another is the Vaishnav dhanush. It holds an extraordinary ability—it accumulates the power of knowledge from every wielder who holds it. The more it is wielded by those wise and learned, the more powerful it becomes, a repository of wisdom and strength combined.

As Parshuram elaborated on these legendary bows, Karn felt a deeper, profound connection to his own dhanush, realizing the great responsibility and honor bestowed upon him as its wielder. With a serious expression and a deep, resonant tone, Parshuram addressed Karn, his voice carrying the weight of both wisdom and foreboding as he spoke of the challenges that lay ahead.

Parshuram :- Use your powers with the utmost responsibility, son. I can foresee a great dharm yudh looming on the horizon, and destiny has chosen you to play a significant role in its unfolding. This war will bring widespread destruction, reducing all to ashes and leaving behind only pain, sorrow, and regret in its wake. You must be prepared for the path that awaits you.

He began, his eyes intense as they locked onto Karn's. Karn, visibly unsettled by his mentor's words, sank deep into thought, pondering the gravity of what had just been shared with him.

Karn :- What is the meaning of your words, Gurudev?

He inquired, seeking clarity and understanding from his teacher.

Parshuram :- You will come to know at the right time. But now, I must ask you something else. Your wife's condition has not seemed normal for several days, yet you have not informed Purnima. Why is that, Karn?

He replied, his voice softer yet firm with certainty. Karn's expression shifted as he considered Parshuram's question.

Karn :- I wanted to tell Purnima kaki. But my wife said it was probably just weakness. Yesterday, she suddenly fainted while walking. Yet, don't worry, I've entrusted her with kaki's care before leaving for practice.

He admitted, Parshuram nodded, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

Parshuram :- Let's go and meet her, for perhaps there is good news awaiting us, something that could brighten the day and lift our spirits.

Karn :- Okay then.

He agreed, a mix of concern and hope on his face, as he prepared to accompany Parshuram to his home, eager to check on his wife's wellbeing and uncover whatever revelations awaited them. They went away talking.



Suchitra was at her home, lying on her bed, feeling the emptiness that filled the room despite the afternoon sun streaming through the window. The air was thick with an unspoken heaviness. Purnima was in the corner of the room, methodically preparing some herbs, her hands deftly working through the familiar motions. The silence between them was palpable, yet neither spoke a word, each lost in their own thoughts.

Suchitra's hand rested gently on her belly, which now carried the amsha of her husband. Her heart was a conflicted jumble of emotions; while she knew she should feel joy, an overwhelming sadness gripped her. Instead of allowing herself to smile at the miracle of life within her, she held unshed tears in her eyes, their weight threatening to spill over at any moment. Her gaze drifted to Purnima, who sat silently, focused on her task with a face that betrayed no hint of what she might be feeling or thinking.

The silence was finally broken by Suchitra's tentative voice, carrying a tremor that revealed her internal struggle.

Suchitra :- Is it really necessary, kaki?

She asked, her words tinged with desperation and vulnerability. Her voice, shaky and thick with emotion, seemed to echo in the room, pulling Purnima's attention away from her work. Purnima’s eyes softened as she turned to Suchitra, and a gentle smile crossed her lips. She set the herbs aside and moved to sit on the stool beside Suchitra's bed. With tenderness, she began to stroke Suchitra's hair, offering comfort in the only way she knew how. Suchitra leaned into the familiar touch, and as if a dam had broken, she hugged Purnima, her tears finally flowing freely. Through her sobs, Suchitra's fears poured out.

Suchitra :- I won't be able to live without him, kaki. Who will take care of him when I am not there? How can I leave him... he is now my everything.

She cried, her voice trembling with pain and uncertainty. The room seemed to absorb her anguish, the walls holding her secrets and sorrow. Purnima listened quietly, her own heart aching for Suchitra. She knew that words alone could not heal the wound left by Suchitra’s husband’s absence. Purnima tried to pacify Suchitra, her voice soft yet filled with urgency as the situation demanded.

Purnima :- I know, daughter. It's not easy to accept, but think about him too. He has to traverse a difficult path before reaching the destiny that awaits him. His journey is one that can only be undertaken alone for now.

Suchitra listened as she lifted her head, her eyes glistening with tears. She searched Purnima's face for a flicker of hope, letting Purnima’s words seep in.

Suchitra :- But, that would feel like ending my own life. Have you seen his innocent face? How can I even think of hurting him like this? The thought of how he would feel, knowing I'm not there by his side, breaks my heart...

Purnima reached out, gently holding Suchitra's hands in her own, providing both support and strength as she spoke with conviction.

Purnima :- Daughter, your sacrifice will be for the greater good, for the entire Aryavarth. I know he loves you deeply, and you are his strength, his solace. But for now, this part of his journey must be walked alone. Have trust, my dear daughter; believe that you will meet him someday. If not for yourself, think of the child you carry. Imagine the world you could create for your family—a world shaped by the strength of your sacrifice today.

Suchitra's eyes fell upon her womb where her unborn child lay, feeling the tender stirrings of life within her. Her thoughts wavered between sorrow and duty. She looked back at Purnima, her eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and deep yearning, silently pleading for solace, for someone to tell her that everything would be alright—that this was not her truth to bear alone. Her heart ached to hear Purnima dismiss the heavy burden of fate as a cruel joke, yet she found instead the steady gaze of Purnima's certainty.

Purnima shook her head gently, though her warm smile still remained on her face, radiating reassurance and kindness.

Purnima :- Your child has a lot to learn, and for that, he needs to be somewhere else, where he can gather the wisdom and skills required for his journey. The path leading Karn to his destiny will be a unique one, different from what most might tread. It's a path carved out for someone else, and it requires its own trials and triumphs. But I assure you, Suchitra, your child will receive all the rights and opportunities he deserves. I have no doubt that you are a strong woman, capable of facing all the hurdles life may place in your way. Your strength and resilience will undoubtedly become a beacon, an idol for your child to look up to.

With gentle care, Purnima wiped the tears from Suchitra's cheek, her touch soft and comforting. She then helped Suchitra drink some water, offering physical comfort to accompany her words.

After some time had passed, Karn arrived with Parshuram in tow. The atmosphere shifted, filling the room with a sense of joyful anticipation as the news of Suchitra's pregnancy spread among those present. Excitement sparked in everyone's eyes, and the room buzzed with a newfound energy.

Karn noticed the marks of dry tears on Suchitra's face. He quietly sat beside her, gently caressing her head with a tenderness. There was a hushed silence between them, a comforting quietness, before Karn leaned in closer and, with a tone imbued with care and worry, softly asked,

Karn :- Were you crying, Suchitra?

Suchitra shook her head slowly, attempting to dispel his concerns with a serene smile. Her eyes glistened with an unspoken joy, yet there were layers of emotions that fluttered beneath the surface.

Suchitra :- These are tears of joy, Arya. You are going to be a father soon.

He nodded, embracing the news with warmth, and tenderly kissed her forehead, hoping to reassure her and to absorb the joyful tension of the moment. Throughout the day, however, Karn couldn't dismiss the subtle traces of melancholy that hung over Suchitra like a delicate veil. She seemed lost in thoughts, her usual effervescence muted into a kind of quiet reflection that concerned him deeply. Despite the utter bliss of expecting a child, he noticed that she appeared to be carrying an unspoken burden; a hidden worry that she refrained from sharing, perhaps out of fear that it might diminish their happiness or mar the celebratory spirit of the news.



In the evening, Karn decided to share a special place with Suchitra that was dear to his heart. He led her by the hand up the gentle slopes to the hilltop where he performs his morning prayer rituals each day. The trek was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant calls of birds settling for the night, creating a symphony with the harmony of nature. As they reached the summit, they found a comfortable spot beside a large, smooth rock that had been warmed by the sunlight throughout the day.

Together, they settled down, the rock providing them support as they eased into its cool embrace. In front of them lay a breathtaking panorama, the vast expanse of the forest painted in the golden hues of the setting sun. The treetops shimmered with the last fiery streaks of daylight, creating an ethereal glow that gradually softened as the sun descended toward the horizon.

Suchitra leaned her head gently on Karn's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she admired the captivating view. The sky transformed into a magnificent canvas of pinks, oranges, and purples, a sight that was both humbling and awe-inspiring. It was a moment of tranquility, where time seemed to stand still, and the worries of the world faded away. Karn broke the comfortable silence with a gentle voice, filled with reverence for the beauty that surrounded them.

Karn :- Ain't this beautiful?

He asked, his eyes reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. Suchitra nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon, and she replied softly.

Suchitra :- It's heavenly.

Her voice was filled with gratitude and wonder, acknowledging not only the splendor of the sunset but also the shared moment with Karn that made it all the more special.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, as the gentle rustling of leaves accompanied their unspoken thoughts, Karn decided it was time to break the quietude and address the tension that had been lingering between them.

Karn :- Suchitra, I know you're hiding something from me. Will you please tell me what's bothering you? I can't bear to see you so sad and morose, carrying the weight of whatever it is alone.

He began softly yet resolutely. Suchitra felt a lump forming in her throat and her mind raced with doubts and fears. She desperately wanted to confide in him about the tumultuous events that were about to unfold in their life, but found herself at a loss for words. How could she articulate the storm of emotions and impending changes without burdening him further? Karn continued, sensing her hesitation.

Karn :- You remember you once told me that you've always yearned for a mother who would shower you with unconditional love and warmth? I truly believe that when you meet Radha ma, nothing else will seem to matter or bother you anymore. She really is the best, Suchitra. I know she isn't my birth mother, but the way she cares for me is like no other. The love she gives is so genuine and pure, far beyond what even her own children receive.

He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips as he spoke of her. He hoped that by sharing his own experiences and the comfort he found in Radha ma's embrace, he might show her that she was not alone, and that whatever she was facing could be met with understanding and support. Karn wanted her to know that she had a place where she could feel safe and loved, no matter what the future might hold.

She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of the emotions he kept so well-hidden. The gentle breeze from the open fields around them rustled through the leaves of the nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony that played softly in the background.

Suchitra :- Do you miss your mother?

She asked, her voice tender yet probing. He simply smiled, his gaze fixed on the setting sun as it painted the horizon in hues of orange and pink. There was a distant melancholy in his eyes, one that seemed to blend with the fading light of the day.

Karn :- I just can't live without her.

He admitted, his voice a whisper borne on the wind. Suchitra paused, sensing the depth of his yearning.

Suchitra :- What do you do when you miss her?

She asked, her curiosity mingled with an understanding empathy. She watched as he turned his head to meet her expectant gaze, searching for comfort in those familiar eyes.

Karn :- I just close my eyes and feel those warm hands ruffling my hair. I remember how she fed me that special kheer with her own hands, how she used to bless me every day when I touched her feet. I try to imagine what her reaction will be when I meet her again, after so many years.

Suchitra listened intently, her heart swelling with love and admiration for the man beside her. She smiled, grateful his heart seemed lighter even if only for a moment, her question answered without even needing to be asked. This was her husband, a man who cherished family and memory with a depth few could comprehend.

Suchitra :- I love you, Arya.

She said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Karn :- I know that.

He replied, a warmth in his voice that matched the gentle glow of the sunset reflecting in his eyes. She leaned closer, snuggling against him as she held his arm. As he leaned his head gently on hers, they shared a moment of comfortable silence, allowing the beauty of nature and the shared warmth of their presence to speak louder than words. The harmonious chorus of crickets began to fill the air, announcing the arrival of twilight.

After a few moments of this tranquil reverie, Suchitra's eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Karn noticed, his heart tender as he watched her rest. With great care, he slowly picked her up in his arms, cradling her as though she were the most precious of treasures. He walked back towards their house, his footsteps light and deliberate, carrying with them the promise of a new day to share in the embrace of love and memory.



The next day arrived with the golden hues of dawn stretching across the sky, painting the horizon with promises of a new beginning. The bustling village slowly came to life as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the swaying leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground. Birds chirped melodiously, their songs intertwining with the soft rustling of the morning breeze.

As the ashram stirred, so too did Karn, rising with the sun to embrace the familiar rhythms of his daily routine. He began the day with his rigorous practice, his muscles moving with the fluid grace of one well-versed in the discipline of his path. Each movement was a testament to his dedication and unwavering focus, a silent meditation in motion. Afterward, he paused in a quiet spot, bowing his head in reverence as he offered his morning prayers. The serene whispers of devotion blended with the sounds of nature, creating a moment of sacred stillness.

The morning gradually gave way to the warm embrace of the afternoon, the sun now a gentle orb of golden warmth. Under the leafy canopy of a towering tree, offering cool respite from the day's heat, Parshuram found his rest. The dappled sunlight danced upon the ground as he lay down, his head cradled in the comforting lap of his devoted disciple, Karn.

In this tranquil scene, Karn attended to his guru with tender care, gently fanning Parshuram’s face with the edge of his angvastra. The soft swish of the fabric stirred the air, providing soothing relief from the balmy midday heat. The duo shared an unspoken bond, one built on mutual respect and understanding, and in the quiet shade of the tree, their connection deepened without the need for words.



Half asleep with exhaustion and relief from the life lessons he had imparted, Parshuram allowed a gentle smile to grace his weathered face before whispering softly to his devoted student, Karn.

Parshuram :- Your education has been completed, my son. It is now time for you to leave your teacher's side, to embark on the vast and unpredictable journey of life. Remember, the world is a vast ocean of challenges and opportunities, and you must navigate it wisely.

He said, his voice imbued with both authority and affection. Karn spoke gently as if making a heartfelt request, his voice quivering slightly with emotion.

Karn: Gurudev, you have already told me that I should leave without giving Gurudakshina, but how can I possibly do that? How can I turn my back on the traditions and customs that bind the teacher to the disciple?

Parshuram sighed deeply, his head finding a comfortable resting place on the lap of his beloved student. His heart swelled with a mix of pride and melancholy at this moment of parting.

Parshuram :- The satisfaction and happiness I've gained from teaching you is the greatest Gurudakshina I could ever receive. Students like you are a rare treasure in these times, a beacon of hope in a world often clouded by ignorance.

With his eyes closed, Parshuram continued, his voice firm yet affectionate.

Parshuram :- Always remember, my dear Karn, that you are a brahmin and it is your duty to uphold kshatriya dharm. If you ever encounter those who stray from their path of dharm, it is your responsibility to oppose them and, if necessary, to eliminate the threat they pose. Use the knowledge and wisdom I have imparted to uplift and protect dharm in every way you can. That is the Gurudakshina I desire from you.

Karn’s heart felt heavy with the weight of such an immense responsibility. His face fell slightly upon hearing these words, yet he remained silent, loyally fanning his Guru’s resting figure.

Suddenly, as if conjured from the shadows, a blood-sucking insect emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, and boldly perched itself on Karn's lap. Its presence was unexpected and sudden, a dark speck against the warmth of his skin. Without hesitation, the insect began its assault, piercing his skin with a sharp, insistent bite.

Karn, taken aback by the stinging intrusion, felt an intense wave of unbearable pain sweep through him. His instincts screamed at him to swat the creature away, to flinch, to do anything to relieve the burning sensation spreading from the bite. Yet, with remarkable self-control, Karn bit his lower lip, steeling himself against the instinctive urge to recoil. His jaw tightened, and his brow furrowed, but he maintained his posture with an almost statuesque stillness, refusing to let even the smallest tremor betray him. The insect, relentless and voracious, continued its cruel feast, its tiny body inflating with his blood.

In the silence of the moment, the struggle played out like a silent, unspoken battle. Karn's only outward sign of discomfort was the slow clench and unclench of his fists. The pain was persistent, gnawing at him, and yet he endured it, a silent testament to his formidable willpower.

As the minutes dragged on, each one stretching longer than the last, the insect's bites began to take their toll. A deep, ragged wound formed on his thigh where the creature had been feasting, the skin around it angry and inflamed. Fresh, warm blood began to seep from the injury, a crimson stream that trickled down his leg, ignoring the barriers of fabric and pooling beneath him. Despite the gravity of his injury, Karn remained steadfast, his focus unwavering.

Gradually, the blood found its way, a creeping tide that worked its path along the contours of his body, until it reached Parshuram. The touch was light, almost like a whisper, as the warm, wet redness brushed against Parshuram's shoulder. That unexpected sensation was enough to tug Parshuram from the depths of his slumber, pulling him back to the waking world.

He awoke with a start, blinking rapidly to clear the fog of sleep from his mind. Parshuram felt a shock at the sight that lay before him: Karn was sitting there stoically, biting his lower lip in an effort to endure the searing pain. An enormous insect was perched upon his muscular thigh, its sharp proboscis embedded deep into the flesh, continuously sucking his blood.

Without a second thought, his hand moving with swift precision. Parshuram picked up the persistent insect, its bloated body a grotesque testament to its feast, and flung it away with disgust, ensuring it would no longer trouble his beloved student.

With his brow furrowed in a mixture of concern and reprimand, Parshuram turned to Karn, and his voice, though laced with an unmistakable affection, carried an undertone of sternness.

Parshuram :- Why didn't you protect yourself, son? You could have easily thrown this insect away, or even crushed it. There is no need to suffer in silence.

He demanded, his eyes searching Karn's face for an explanation. Karn, maintaining his composure, looked up at his revered teacher with eyes that spoke volumes of respect and dedication. His voice, though soft, carried a profound resolve.

Karn :- If I had protected myself, Gurudev, your sleep would have been disturbed. I could not bring myself to disrupt the peace of your slumber for my own comfort.

Parshuram listened, a cascade of emotions washing over him: pride, frustration, and a deep-seated admiration for Karn's unwavering loyalty and self-sacrifice. He stood up abruptly, his frustration manifesting in a physical motion. Anger, mingled with a teacher's protective instinct, flashed in his eyes as he glared at his student. His voice as tumultuous as a thunderstorm,

Parshuram :- Knowledge is useless for a person who acquires it using a lie.

He declared, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air, felt by all who stood in that sacred grove. Karn, feeling the sting of his mentor's wrath, rose with great effort. Weakly, he joined his hands together, the gesture a plea for forgiveness.

Karn :- What did I say, Gurudev?

He implored, his voice tinged with a desperation that cut through the murmur of the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation as Parshuram's angry words had drawn everyone nearby to witness the unfolding drama. Among the crowd was Suchitra, her breath coming faster, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She sensed the gravity of the moment, knowing full well the storm that was about to break and the sorrow it would unleash. Her eyes glistened with tears, the emotions welling up, unchecked and unbidden. Parshuram’s voice rose again, cutting through the air like a blade.

Parshuram :- You can't be a Brahmin! Who are you? A Brahmin cannot tolerate so much pain. You're a Kshatriya, who came here disguised as a Brahmin to become my disciple.

He challenged, his voice brimming with certainty and accusation. Karn felt the world crumble beneath him as he confessed,

Karn :- I am not a Kshatriya, Gurudev, I... I am... a Suta.

His voice faltering, yet honest. But Parshuram would not be placated. His face, a mask of betrayal, he thundered,

Parshuram :- No! You're lying again. Only an upper class Kshatriya can have this level of tolerance. You're a Kshatriya and you've deceived your teacher.

The curse, when it came, was like a hammer blow.

Parshuram :- I CURSE YOU! A time will come when you'll be needing your knowledge the most, at that moment, all the education, training, and practice will deceive you, nothing will be of any use for you.

The assembled crowd stood silent, the weight of Parshuram's curse hanging palatably in the air. Karn felt the burden of his choices more acutely than ever. The consequences of his deceit lay before him, more daunting than any battle he could imagine facing.

Karn fell heavily to the ground upon hearing his Guru Parshuram's poignant words, as if the weight of his sorrow was too much to bear. All those present, witnessing this heart-wrenching scene. With a voice laden with anguish and regret, Karn managed to stammer out,

Karn :- I... I was helpless... Gurudev.

His eyes, clouded with unshed tears, searched desperately for a glimpse of understanding in Parshuram's demeanor. Yet, Parshuram stood with his back turned towards Karn, a silent figure of stoicism. The breeze seemed to still around them, as if nature itself was holding its breath. Desperate to explain, Karn continued,

Karn :- I roamed from village to village...

His voice cracking as he tried to convey the depth of his struggle and desperation. He recounted his entire journey, from the unjust circumstances of his birth to the deceptive path he felt compelled to take. As Karn poured out his heart, recalling every painful step and decision, he also expressed his profound regret, his words echoing with the remorse of someone who wished they could rewrite their destiny.

Parshuram listened in silence, allowing Karn's confession to hang heavily in the space between them. When he finally spoke, his voice was firm but filled with an unexpected gentleness,

Parshuram :- Fool, you did a huge mistake. If you would've shared your pain with me, then I would have arranged for your education, you'd have received ten times better training than I was able to give you.

He paused, letting his words settle in, before continuing,

Parshuram :- Vasusen, I am not a supporter of the caste system. I just vowed to teach only Brahmins due to societal obligations. My Pitamah, Rishi Richik, spent his entire life teaching Shiv Puja to all castes without prejudice. If you would've chosen to walk on the path of truth, it would have done you only good. No knowledge in the universe can benefit a liar.

Turning slightly, Parshuram's gaze softened with a hint of disappointment mixed with the warmth of understanding.

Karn stood still for a moment, his heart heavy yet filled with a newfound determination. The pain of Parshuram's words cut deep, but deeper still was the understanding they had brought him. With his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, Karn spoke with unwavering reverence,

Karn :- I am truly sorry, Gurudev, for my ignorance and inability to understand your kindness earlier. I failed to see the profound truth that God, in His infinite compassion, never differentiates between His creations. I humbly accept your curse as a blessing, knowing it is a path to my redemption.

Parshuram stood across from him, an unwavering figure shrouded in wisdom and sternness, his face a calm sea untouched by the turbulent waves of emotion swirling around them.

Parshuram :- Son, you have always held a special place among my disciples. My affection for you has not vanished; it prevails, however, bound by principles that must govern all of us. This ashram, however, cannot be a sanctuary for those who deceive. You must depart from here without delay.

He began, his voice steady and authoritative. Karn lowered himself with folded hands to touch Parshuram's feet, a gesture of deep respect and gratitude.

Karn :- I will leave this ashram immediately, Gurudev, and I promise never to return without your permission. Please do not deny your departing disciple a final blessing.

Parshuram, with a touch of softened regard in his eyes, bestowed his blessing upon the earnest young man before him.

Parshuram :- I bless you, Karn. The world will know you as the greatest Maharathi of your time. A true friend will join you in your life's journey and will stand by your side until the end of the righteous war, the Dharm Yudh.

With those prophetic and comforting words lingering in the air like an unsaid promise, Parshuram turned and, with a gentle dignity, picked up his kamandal—his vessel of water—and made his way back towards the seclusion of his cave.

Karn bowed his head, feeling the weight of unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, then glanced at Suchitra, who was watching him with eyes heavy with sadness and disappointment.

With apprehension tingling in his limbs, he mustered the courage to walk towards her. When she realized he was approaching, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold back the flood of tears. When she finally opened them, they were red, from the tears that threatened to spill over.

Karn stood before her, his heart pounding in his chest, unsure of how to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between them. He looked at her nervously, searching for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. With a voice that quivered with uncertainty, Karn finally spoke,

Karn :- Suchitra...

Before he could say more, Suchitra acted in a way that shocked him to his core, something he could never have anticipated. In a blur of motion driven by pure emotion, she raised her hand, and a tight slap landed on his right cheek. The force of it stung, not just physically, but emotionally, as she glared at him with a mixture of anger and hurt that seemed to etch itself into his soul. Karn's mind raced, trying to find the right words, any words, to explain himself, to somehow make her understand.

Karn :- Let me explain, Suchitra...

He pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. But Suchitra was resolute. Her voice was firm and unwavering, filled with the kind of pain that comes from having expectations cruelly shattered.

Suchitra :- Don't.... Don't utter a single word. I never expected this from you, arya. How could you do this? Seeing you, anyone can say that he is talking to a noble man, but no one knows what's behind that innocent face of yours.

Her voice cracked slightly, but her resolve did not waver. Her words hung in the air, each one a dagger of truth, leaving Karn standing there, grappling with the realization of the hurt he had caused and the gulf that now lay between them.

Karn's voice was filled with desperation as he stood before Suchitra, his eyes pleading with her.

Karn :- Please, Suchitra, just listen to me for a moment. I know I've made mistakes, but I want to make things right. Please, give me a chance to explain.

Suchitra's face was a mask of anger and hurt. Her voice was sharp as she snapped back,

Suchitra :- Just leave, Arya. If you have any self-respect left, don't go around telling people you ever had a wife. Spare me that humiliation.

Karn was taken aback by the ferocity of her words. He stumbled slightly, the harsh reality of her rejection hitting him like a physical blow. Desperately, he clasped his hands together, a gesture of supplication.

Karn :- I'm sorry, Suchitra, I'm really sorry. Just hear me out, please. I never meant for things to end this way between us.

Suchitra's response was immediate and unyielding,

Suchitra :- JUST LEAVE!

Her voice was laced with finality, her back already turned as if to shut him out of her life completely. She didn't want him to see the tears already brimming in her eyes.

Karn's shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes wet with unspent tears as he looked down at the ground. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and murmured, almost to himself,

Karn :- Okay, if that's what you really want, I will go. But mark my words, it'll be you who regrets this, not me.

With a heavy heart, Karn turned away. He began to walk, his steps slow but determined, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He walked into the distance, each step carrying him further away from the woman he had once promised to love and cherish forever. The figure of Karn disappeared gradually into the enveloping canopy of the forest, leaving behind memories of what could have been.

Left in the silence, Suchitra sank to the ground, her composure crumbling as she watched him fade away amidst the lush greenery. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, unchecked and unrelenting, as she cried for the love she had lost and the future that seemed forever altered.

Purnima sat beside her, wrapping her arm around Suchitra's trembling shoulders in a comforting embrace. The gentle rustle of leaves whispered around them like a soothing lullaby, but it did little to ease Suchitra's turmoil. Suchitra's voice was choked with emotion, her words stumbling as they emerged between desperate hiccups.

Suchitra :- Kaki... he... he's gone... he's gone.

She cried, each word dripping with despair. Her tears traced glistening paths down her cheeks, reflecting the pale light of the moon. Purnima gently caressed Suchitra's head, her fingers weaving through the strands of her hair in a tender gesture of solace. She spoke softly, trying to offer comfort and understanding,

Purnima :- He will have to go, daughter. He has to meet everyone who will be a part of his journey. This is his path, and though it's painful, it's also necessary.

Meanwhile, Karn's restless feet carried him further away with a relentless determination that seemed to echo the turmoil in his heart. He walked until the familiar world faded away, leaving him standing in a deserted area, alone with his thoughts. The vast sky stretched endlessly above him, an indifferent witness to his inner storm.

Suddenly, overwhelmed by emotions too powerful to contain, Karn lifted his gaze upwards and screamed with all his might. The scream was raw and primal, a release of the energy he had been holding within. As the echoes of his voice resonated through the still air, the energy coursing through him surged uncontrollably, spilling outwards in a chaotic wave.

Everything around him trembled under the force of his unleashed emotions, nature itself responding to his anguish. The trees shuddered, leaves spiraling into the air like torn pages from a book, while the ground quaked beneath his feet. The power of his outburst was both destructive and cathartic, leaving behind a barren silence in its wake.



When his anger finally subsided, Karn looked around and saw that the world had been reduced to nothing but an expanse of fire. Flames licked at the charred remnants of what once was, casting an eerie glow that danced dangerously close to his feet. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of destruction, but amidst the chaos, Karn found a certain clarity. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply as he centered himself. Then, with a newfound calm, he began to chant the ancient mantra that had been passed down through generations—a secret incantation powerful enough to reverse the very effects of his wrath.

As the words flowed from his lips with practiced precision, the flames began to diminish, retreating as if in submission to his will. The inferno that had once seemed unstoppable slowly ebbed away, replaced by a quiet, smoldering remnants of what had been. Karn turned his focus inward, processing the tumultuous emotions churning within him. His voice rang out defiantly in the silence that followed.

Karn :- You did this, Suchitra. You brought this upon yourself. It should be you regretting, not me. I will never regret ANYTHING!

He accused, his voice echoing with a mixture of bitterness and sadness. The memory of the previous evening replayed vividly in his mind. He remembered the way the magical words had rolled off her tongue so effortlessly, enchanting and deceptive. But now he questioned their sincerity—was it all a lie? The thought gnawed at him, feeding the tempest of conflict within.

Karn :- You will regret it, Suchitra. I won't.

He murmured with a sense of finality, almost to himself. With that, he gathered his belonging—and made his decision.



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