The first light of dawn had yet to pierce the indigo sky when the grand hall of Indraprasth began to fill with an air of electric anticipation. The early morning air was cool, filled with the fragrant scent of blooming jasmine from the palace gardens.

The marble columns, adorned with intricate carvings, stood silent witness to the tension and excitement that danced through the room. Flickering oil lamps cast a warm glow, their gentle light reflecting off the polished floors and highlighting the grandeur of the royal assembly. The hall buzzed with excitement and anticipation as the first light of dawn began to pierce the horizon.

Draupadi was about to give birth to her first child. Though Karn could not be present due to his exile, the palace buzzed with a mixture of joy and impatience. The hall was filled with esteemed royals and family members, all eager to welcome the new addition to the kingdom.

In one corner of the hall, the five Pandav brothers- Yudhisthir, Bheem, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev -stood in a tight-knit group, their faces a mixture of anxiety and joy. The eldest, Yudhisthir, maintained a calm demeanor, though his eyes betrayed his excitement. Bheem paced back and forth, his immense frame moving with restless energy, while Arjun leaned against a pillar, lost in thought. Nakul and Sahadev exchanged hopeful glances, their youthful faces alight with anticipation.

Pitamah Bhism stood tall and serene near the entrance, his white beard and flowing robes giving him an almost ethereal presence. Despite his stoic exterior, a twinkle of anticipation shone in his wise eyes.

Vidur paced back and forth, occasionally pausing to exchange a hopeful glance with the others. His elder brother, Dhritrashtra sat beside his wife Gandhari, who wore a blindfold. Though they could not see the unfolding scene, their hearts were attuned to every sound and movement.

The ever-charming Krishna leaned casually against a pillar, his calm demeanor a soothing presence amidst the rising excitement. His eyes sparkled with a knowing look, as if he alone knew the destiny that awaited the newborn. His smile was gentle, his eyes twinkling with the mysteries of the universe, as he engaged with each person around him.

Bheem :- Do you think it will be a boy or a girl? A prince to lead our kingdom or a princess to grace our halls.

His deep voice broke the silence, his tone filled with genuine curiosity. Arjun, always the pragmatist, responded,

Arjun :- It does not matter as long as both mother and child are healthy. What matters is that the child will be born into a family of warriors and kings. The blood of heroes runs through its veins.

Nakul :- True, but a little warrior would be wonderful, wouldn't it?

He added, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Gandhari, her voice soft and soothing, added,

Gandhari :- Indeed, Arjun. But the joy of a new life is beyond the bounds of gender. A child is a blessing in any form.

Vidur nodded in agreement.

Vidur :- And with Draupadi as the mother, the child will undoubtedly be extraordinary. Her strength and wisdom are unparalleled.

Yudhisthir, the eldest, smiled at his brothers.

Yudhisthir :- Whether a boy or a girl, the child will be blessed. The heavens are surely watching over bhabhi.

Gandhari, silently prayed, looking up with a serene smile.

Gandhari :- I pray for a daughter. A little Draupadi to carry forward her mother's grace and strength.

Krishna's melodic voice chimed in,

Krishna :- Whatever the child may be, they will have the best of all worlds, surrounded by love and wisdom.

As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation in the room grew palpable. Vidur, unable to contain his restlessness, continued to pace back and forth. Gandhari, sensing the movement, gently chuckled.

Gandhari :- Vidur, sit with us. The wait is almost over.

Bhism chuckled softly, his deep voice resonating through the hall.

Bhism :- Patience, Vidur. The child will arrive when the time is right. Destiny cannot be rushed.

Vidur nodded, though he found it hard to remain still.

Vidur :- You are right, Tatshree. But it is difficult to remain calm when a new life is about to join our family.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as they tried to distract themselves from the wait. They spoke of potential names for the child, each suggestion met with laughter and debate.

Sahdev :- How about a name that signifies strength and resilience?

He suggested.

Gandhari :- Or something that reflects the beauty and grace of Draupadi.

Krishna, ever the playful spirit, teased,

Krishna :- Why not name the child after me? Krishna is a perfectly good name for any boy or girl.

Laughter erupted, breaking the tension and filling the hall with warmth. As the anticipation grew, some in the group couldn't help but wonder who the child's favorite would be, sparking a lighthearted debate.

Nakul :- Who do you think will be the baby's favorite?

Asked Nakul with a mischievous smile. Arjun laughed.

Arjun :- I wager it will be bhrata Bheem. His stories and strength will surely captivate the child.

Bheem puffed out his chest playfully.

Bheem :- Of course, I'll be the favorite. Who wouldn't want to be around someone as mighty and entertaining as me?

Krishna :- Why not me? Surely I'm the best.

He said, making everyone laugh in acceptance.



The dim glow of dawn filtered through the ornately carved windows of Draupadi's chamber, casting long shadows and a sense of ethereal beauty over the room. The early morning air was cool, carrying with it the hushed whispers of anticipation and excitement. The room was filled with the presence of women who held Draupadi dear: Kunti, Pallavi, Devika, Dushala, and a small group of attentive nurses and doctors.

Draupadi lay on the large, opulent bed, her face contorted in pain and determination as she clutched Kunti's hand tightly. Her long, dark hair was damp with sweat, and her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed with all her might. Kunti held her hand firmly, her eyes filled with compassion and encouragement.

Kunti :- You're doing wonderfully, daughter.

She said, her voice steady and soothing.

Kunti :- Just a little more, my child. You're almost there.

Pallavi sat on the other side of the bed, a cloth in hand, gently wiping the sweat from Draupadi's forehead. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, a mixture of empathy and admiration for her sister queen's strength.

Pallavi :- You are the bravest woman I know, jiji. You can do this. We are all here with you.

She whispered, her voice soft and comforting. Devika stood at the foot of the bed, her hands clasped together, murmuring words of encouragement. Her gentle voice was like a balm, soothing Draupadi's frayed nerves.

Devika :- Think of the joy that awaits you, jiji. Your child will be here soon, and all this pain will be worth it.

At a slight distance, Dushala held her own baby in her arms, watching the scene unfold with a mix of awe and reverence. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the anticipation and hope that filled the room. She rocked her child gently, whispering words of love and reassurance, as if to prepare her own heart for the arrival of another little soul into their family.

The nurses and doctors bustled around Draupadi, their faces calm and focused as they offered their expert guidance. The head nurse, a matronly woman with years of experience, offered words of reassurance.

Nurse :- You're doing splendidly, my queen, with each push, you're bringing your child closer to the world.

Draupadi cried out again, the pain and effort of childbirth etched deeply into her features. Her grip on Kunti's hand tightened, and her body trembled with exertion. But despite the pain, there was a fierce determination in her eyes, a strength that spoke of her indomitable spirit.

Draupadi :- I can't... it's too much,

She gasped, her voice breaking.

Kunti :- Just a little more, daughter.

She said firmly, her eyes locking onto Draupadi's, her voice unwavering.

Kunti :- You are almost there.

Pallavi continued to wipe Draupadi's brow, her touch gentle and reassuring.

Pallavi :- We are here with you, sister. You are not alone.

With a final, agonizing push, Draupadi let out a primal cry that echoed through the chamber. The room fell silent for a brief, heart-stopping moment. Then, the cry of a newborn baby pierced the air, a sound that was both fragile and powerful, filled with the promise of new life. It was a powerful, healthy wail, the unmistakable sign of new life. The head nurse lifted the baby, her face radiant with joy.

Nurse :- A beautiful, healthy, baby boy!

The nurse declared, her voice brimming with pride and happiness. As if in divine confirmation, the first rays of the sun broke through the window, casting a golden light on the baby's face. The room erupted into joyous exclamations. Kunti's eyes filled with tears of happiness as she leaned down to kiss Draupadi's forehead.

Kunti :- You did it, my dear. You brought a prince into the world.

Pallavi's tears flowed freely now, her face lit up with a wide smile. Taking the baby in her arms.

Pallavi :- He is perfect, jiju. Absolutely perfect.

Devika clapped her hands in delight, her face glowing with happiness.

Devika :- Welcome to the world, little prince. You are so very loved.

Dushala, standing with her own child, felt a surge of emotion as she watched the scene. She hugged her baby closer, her heart swelling with joy for her cousin and her new nephew.

Pallavi gently placed the baby in Draupadi's arms. Exhausted but radiant, Draupadi looked down at her son, tears streaming down her face. She touched his tiny hand, marveling at the perfection of his small, delicate features.

Draupadi :- He is so beautiful! He is everything I dreamed of and more.

She whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Kunti placed a gentle hand on Draupadi's shoulder.

Kunti :- He will grow to be strong and noble, like his father and his uncles. He is a blessing to us all.

A maid hurried out of the room, her steps light and quick, eager to share the joyous news with the family members waiting anxiously outside. As she reached the grand hall, her voice rang out with excitement.

Maid :- A son! Maharani Draupadi has given birth to a healthy baby boy!

The hall erupted in cheers and joyous shouts. The Pandavs embraced each other, their faces alight with pride and happiness. Bhism, Vidur, Dhritrashtra, and Gandhari shared looks of profound satisfaction and joy. Krishna's eyes twinkled with divine delight as he joined in the celebration. Yudhisthir, his voice choked with emotion, turned to his brothers.

Yudhisthir :- We are uncles now, brothers. A new life has joined our family.

Arjun, his eyes shining with tears, nodded.

Arjun : A new prince for Indraprasth. May he grow to be as brave and honorable as his parents.

Bheem's laughter rang out, full of unbridled joy.

Bheem :- And may he have the strength of his father and uncles. Our family is blessed indeed.

As the family made their way to Draupadi's chambers to greet the newest member of their family, the palace of Indraprasth seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. The birth of Draupadi's son was not just a personal joy; it was a beacon of hope and renewal for the entire kingdom.

Draupadi, though exhausted, held her son close, surrounded by the love and support of her family. She knew that, despite the absence of her husband, her son would grow up in a world filled with love, wisdom, and the unbreakable bonds of family.

The Pandavs were the first to approach. Bheem, his broad frame towering over everyone, stepped forward with a grin. In his hands, he held a powerful golden mace, its surface gleaming in the morning light.

Bheem :- Nephew.

He began, his voice filled with emotion,

Bheem :- I gift you this mace, a symbol of strength and valor, given to me by my teacher. May you grow to be a valiant prince, feared by your enemies and loved by your people.

He placed the mace beside the baby, who blinked up at him with wide eyes. Next was Arjun, his posture graceful and confident. He held a divine astra, its intricate design glowing with an otherworldly light.

Arjun :- My dear nephew, this shakti astra is for you. May it guide you in battle and protect you always. You are destined for greatness.

He placed the astra next to the mace, bowing slightly to Draupadi and the baby. Yudhisthir stepped forward with a spear, its head glinting with the sharpness of a diamond.

Yudhisthir :- To my brother's son, I gift this spear. May it symbolize your wisdom and justice. You will be a leader who brings peace and prosperity to our kingdom.

He placed the spear carefully beside the other gifts. Nakul and Sahadev came next, each holding expertly crafted weapons. Nakul presented a beautifully made axe, while Sahadev offered a gleaming sword.

Nakul :- Little prince, this axe is a token of your skill and courage. May you use it to defend our land.

Sahadev added,

Sahdev :- And this sword, a symbol of your honor and bravery. You will be a warrior of unmatched prowess.

They placed their gifts with the others, their faces beaming with pride. Bhism approached with a conch shell, its surface smooth and white.

Bhism :- My great-grandson.

He said, his voice strong despite his age,

Bhism :- I gift you this conch shell, a symbol of purity and strength. May its sound herald your victories and bring honor to our family.

He set the conch shell among the growing pile of gifts. Vidur, the wise uncle, stepped forward with an emerald pendant. The gemstone sparkled with a deep, verdant glow, reflecting the light beautifully.

Vidur :- This pendant, is for you, dear child. May it protect you and bring you wisdom. You are the hope of our future.

He said, his eyes twinkling. He gently placed the pendant around the baby's neck. Gandhari, with her eyes covered by her customary blindfold, held a gold bracelet. She felt her way to the crib and gently placed the bracelet on the baby's wrist. Her touch was gentle, her expression serene.

Gandhari :- May this bracelet bring you good fortune and strength. You are a blessing to us all.

She said, her voice filled with love. Dhritrashtra, followed, though he could not see his great-nephew, his face was filled with pride.

Dhritrashtra :- To my grand-nephew, I gift a fort. May it stand as a symbol of your future reign, strong and unyielding.

Lastly, Krishna, radiant and serene, stepped forward. He stretched his right hand into the air and summoned his divine bow, Kodanda. The bow appeared with a flash of light, shimmering with divine power.

Krishna :- My dear nephew.

He said, his voice carrying a divine resonance,

Krishna :- I gift you Kodanda, the dhanush weilded by Gods. One day, you will become a great warrior and archer, surpassing all who came before you.

He placed the bow next to the other gifts, his eyes filled with infinite wisdom. The room fell silent as everyone marveled at the array of gifts surrounding the baby. As the family members settled, they began to discuss names for the newborn.

Yudhisthir :- We should name him after a great ancestor, someone who embodies strength and wisdom.

Suggestions flew around the room, each name considered with care and affection.

Bheem :- Or perhaps a name that signifies his future greatness.

He added, his eyes shining with excitement. The room buzzed with suggestions, each name considered with care, but none seemed quite right. Finally, Krishna raised his hand for silence.

Krishna :- I believe.

He began, his voice commanding attention,

Krishna :- The name Dhruvsen would be fitting for this child. It signifies the eternal, steadfast nature of a warrior and a leader. Dhruvsen, son of Maharani Draupadi and Maharaj Vasusen, aka Karn.

A cheer erupted in the room at Krishna's suggestion. "Dhruvsen! Dhruvsen!" they called out, their voices filled with joy and approval. Draupadi, tears of happiness streaming down her face, kissed her son's forehead.

Draupadi :- Dhruvsen!

She whispered lovingly.

Draupadi :- My brave son, your father will be so proud. May you grow to be as noble and valiant as he.

In that moment, surrounded by her family and the echoes of joyous celebration, Draupadi felt a profound connection to her absent husband, Karn. As the first rays of the sun continued to bathe the room in light, the family celebrated the birth of Dhruvsen, the newest member of their illustrious lineage. The air was filled with laughter and blessings, a testament to the strength and unity of their family. And in the center of it all, Draupadi held her son, knowing that his future was bright and full of promise.



The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow across the chambers of the palace, filtering through the intricately carved wooden screens that adorned the windows. The gentle breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine, mingling with the tension that permeated the room. Bhanumati lay on an opulently adorned bed, her face a portrait of both strength and vulnerability. Her hand clutched tightly to the silken sheets, knuckles white from the effort, as her mother, Chandrabhaga, sat by her side, whispering soothing words.

Chandrabhaga :- Keep going.

She murmured, her voice a soft balm to Bhanumati's frayed nerves.

Chandrabhaga:- The Gods are watching over you and your children. You are strong, just like your father.

Bhanumati's eyes, filled with a mix of determination and fear, met her mother's. The memory of her recent struggles with her husband flickered briefly, a shadow over her thoughts. But in this moment, surrounded by the comforting presence of her mother and the diligent care of her maids and nurses, she felt a glimmer of peace.

Outside in the grand hall, Chitrangadh paced back and forth, his usually composed demeanor giving way to anxious anticipation. His mind raced with thoughts of his daughter, the little girl he had watched grow into a fierce and beautiful woman, now facing one of life's most profound challenges. He paused by a grand tapestry depicting scenes of the kingdom's rich history, running his hand over the intricate threads as if seeking solace from the past.

In the birthing chamber, the atmosphere grew more intense. Bhanumati's cries echoed through the room, each one a testament to her struggle and resilience. The head nurse, an experienced woman with a calm demeanor, moved with practiced precision, directing the other attendants and offering words of encouragement.

Nurse :- Hold on, Princess.

She said firmly.

Nurse :- You're almost there.

Chandrabagha's grip on Bhanumati's hand tightened, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face.

Chandrabhaga :- Focus on your breath, Bhanu. In and out, just like we practiced.

Bhanumati nodded weakly, drawing strength from her mother's unwavering presence. The minutes felt like hours, each contraction bringing her closer to the pivotal moment. Then, with a final, powerful push, her cries of pain were replaced by the piercing wails of a newborn.

Nurse :- It's a boy!

She announced, her voice filled with joy.

Barely had the words left her mouth when another cry joined the first, a harmonious duet of new life.

Nurse :- And a girl!

The nurse added, her smile broadening.

Nurse :- You have twins, Princess. A son and a daughter.

The room erupted in a chorus of elation. The maids and nurses exchanged relieved and joyous glances, their hard work rewarded by the successful birth. One of the maids, tears of happiness streaming down her face, rushed out to inform the king.

In the hall, the sound of hurried footsteps caught Chitrangadh's attention. He turned just as the maid appeared, her face flushed with excitement.

Maid :- Your Majesty, Princess Bhanumati has given birth to twins! A boy and a girl!

King Chitrangadh's heart swelled with pride and relief. He reached into his robe and produced a gleaming necklace, a family heirloom, and handed it to the maid.

Chitrangadh :- You have brought the most wonderful news. Thank you.

Back in the chamber, the head nurse carefully placed the swaddled infants beside Bhanumati. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she gazed at her children, their tiny faces perfect in every way. She kissed each of them tenderly, her heart overflowing with love.

Chandrabhaga leaned in, taking the baby girl into her arms, while Chitrangadh entered the room and gently cradled the baby boy. They both murmured blessings, their voices a harmonious blend of hope and tradition.

Bhanumati, exhausted but elated, looked out the window at the clear sky. The chirping of birds seemed to herald a new beginning, a promise of peace and happiness. For a moment, all her worries and the memories of her conflict with her husband faded away, replaced by the profound joy of motherhood and the unwavering support of her parents.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, Bhanumati allowed herself a smile. Her journey had been arduous, but in this moment, surrounded by her loved ones and her newborn children, she felt an unshakable sense of hope and renewal. The future, she knew, held many challenges, but with her family's love and her own indomitable spirit, she was ready to face them all.



The grand halls of Indraprasth, that once resonant with Karn's powerful presence, now seemed distant memories as he ventured into the dense, untamed forests that stretched endlessly before him.

Determined to seek divine intervention, Karn chose a secluded spot deep within the forest, beneath a sprawling Banyan tree. The tree's roots, thick and gnarled, twisted into the earth, providing a natural sanctuary for the exiled king. Here, Karn resolved to engage in rigorous penance to appease Goddess Parvati, hoping her blessings might offer a reprieve from his suffering.

Day turned into night, and the cycle of the seasons marched on, yet Karn remained steadfast. He sat cross-legged under the Banyan tree, his mind solely focused on his meditation. The forest around him was alive with the sounds of nature-the rustle of leaves in the wind, the distant calls of wild animals, and the gentle murmur of a nearby stream. But Karn was oblivious to all, his senses turned inward as he sought communion with the divine.

Through scorching summer heat, when the sun blazed mercilessly above, Karn's resolve did not waver. Sweat dripped from his brow, his body parched and blistered, yet he continued his penance with unwavering determination. When the monsoon clouds gathered, unleashing torrential rains, he sat drenched to the bone, the cool droplets mingling with the tears of his own silent prayers. Winter brought biting cold, and still, Karn remained, his breath visible in the frigid air, his limbs trembling but his spirit unyielding.

The goddess watched from her celestial abode, her heart moved by Karn's relentless devotion. However, Parvati, known for her wisdom and discerning nature, decided to test his sincerity before bestowing any blessings. Disguising herself as a beautiful young maiden, she descended to the forest where Karn meditated.

As she approached, Karn sensed a presence and opened his eyes. Before him stood the most enchanting woman he had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled like the night sky, and her smile was as radiant as the morning sun. Despite her beauty, Karn's heart remained focused on his goal. He greeted her with the utmost respect, rising to his feet and bowing slightly.

Lady :- My lord.

The maiden began, her voice melodious and soothing,

Lady :- I have been wandering these forests for days, seeking a man of great virtue and strength. I have heard tales of your wisdom and valor, and I humbly request your hand in marriage.

Karn, though taken aback by the sudden proposal, responded with unwavering politeness.

Karn :- Fair maiden, I am deeply honored by your request. However, I am already married and love my wife dearly. My heart and soul are dedicated to my penance for Goddess Parvati and to my beloved wife, and I cannot be swayed from my path.

The maiden's eyes flashed with a subtle challenge.

Lady :- But what if I told you that you cannot receive any boon from the Goddess unless you marry me?

Karn's expression softened with a gentle smile.

Karn :- I seek not a boon, but the blessings of the Goddess. My devotion to her is unwavering, and no temptation or promise can divert me from my path.

Hearing this, the maiden's form shimmered and transformed, revealing the majestic presence of Goddess Parvati.



Karn immediately dropped to his knees, his head bowed in reverence.

Parvati :- Rise, Karn.

She commanded, her voice filled with a mix of sternness and compassion.

Parvati :- You have proven your devotion and passed my test. Your unwavering faith and determination have impressed me beyond measure.

Karn stood, still awestruck by the divine presence before him.

Karn :- Goddess Parvati, your blessings are all I seek. I am unworthy of any boons.

Parvati smiled warmly, her divine aura illuminating the forest around them.

Parvati :-- You are indeed worthy, Karn. For your devotion and unwavering faith, I shall grant you gifts that will aid you in your journey and your rightful return to Indraprasth.

With a wave of her hand, Parvati conjured two quivers that appeared at Karn's feet.

Parvati :- These quivers will never run out of arrows, ensuring you are always prepared for battle.

Next, she presented him with a beautifully crafted conch shell.

Parvati :- This conch shell will serve as your war horn, its sound striking fear into the hearts of your enemies and rallying your allies.

Parvati then handed him a golden arrow with a sharp, pointed head.

Parvati :- This is the Anjalika Astra, a powerful weapon that will never miss its mark. Use it wisely.

She raised her hand and appeared a glowing, sharp blade sword that appeared to be surrounded by a divine energy.

Parvati :- This sword will never bow before anyone, it's sharp blade can cut through hardest of metals and can penetrate most powerful of armours.



Finally, she produced a magical rose flower, its petals glistening with an ethereal glow.

Parvati :- This rose, when placed on the ground, will transform into your golden chariot, swift and indestructible. It will carry you wherever you wish to go.

Karn accepted each gift with deep gratitude, his heart swelling with a renewed sense of purpose and hope.

Karn :- Goddess Parvati, your blessings are more than I could have ever dreamed. I vow to use these gifts to uphold righteousness and justice.

Parvati nodded, her form beginning to fade into the divine light.

Parvati :- Remember, son, it is your heart and spirit that make you a true king. Go forth and reclaim your destiny.

The golden chariot, imbued with the divine essence of Goddess Parvati, shimmered under the dappled sunlight that filtered through the dense canopy of the forest.

Parvati :- Karn.

She said, her voice a soothing melody amidst the rustling leaves.

Parvati :- Before you depart, is there any other boon or guidance you seek from me ?

Karn paused, reflecting on his journey and the burden he had carried within him for so long.

Karn :- Goddess, I have one more question. There is a hidden energy within me, a power so immense that if uncontrolled, it could cause destruction like a nuclear explosion. I fear this power, for it could bring great harm to those around me. Parvati's eyes softened with understanding.

Parvati :- Karn, at the time of your birth, your celestial father, Lord Surya, blessed you with his essence. This energy empowers you during vulnerable times, providing strength and extraordinary healing.

Karn listened intently, his eyes locked onto the goddess's radiant form.

Karn :- How can I control this energy within me, Goddess ? How can I ensure it does not bring destruction ?

Parvati :- You must explore yourself, Karn.

She advised, her voice imbued with ancient wisdom.

Parvati :- Practice controlling your emotions, especially anger, and learn to avoid exposing yourself to vulnerable situations. Through self-discipline and introspection, you will master the energy within you.

Karn bowed once more, his heart filled with gratitude and determination.

Karn :- Thank you, Goddess, for your wisdom and guidance. I will strive to follow your counsel and honor the gifts I have received.

Parvati smiled warmly.

Parvati :- Remember, son, the greatest strength lies in self-mastery. Use this knowledge wisely.

With those parting words, she vanished into a cascade of divine light.

With a final, approving nod, Parvati's form dissolved into a cascade of shimmering light, leaving Karn alone in the clearing. As the ethereal glow dissipated, Karn felt a renewed sense of purpose. He stood there for a moment, absorbing the profound experience, before turning to gather his belongings. His thoughts now centered on his newfound responsibilities and the path ahead.

The forest, once a place of exile and penance, now seemed like the starting point of a new journey. Karn took a deep breath, the scent of the magical rose still lingering in the air. He placed the rose on the ground, watching in awe as it transformed into a magnificent golden chariot, it sure worked.

Just as he was securing the last of his items, a frantic figure emerged from the dense underbrush, her clothes tattered and her breaths coming in heavy gasps.

The woman, disheveled and clearly in distress, approached him. Karn quickly offered her some water from his flask, but she shook her head vehemently.

Woman :- Please, I don't need water.

She gasped, her lungs frantically trying to restore the oxygen in her body.

Woman :- My name is Aradhya. I'm Mira's mother. Our settlement has been attacked by a group of demons, and they've captured my daughter. I beg you, help us.

Karn's heart tightened at the mention of Mira, the little girl who had brought him fruits during his penance. Her innocent smile and kind gestures had touched him deeply. Without hesitation, he nodded.

Karn :- I will help you. Lead the way.

Aradhya's eyes welled with relief as she clasped her hands in gratitude. Together, they hurried through the forest, the urgency of their mission driving them forward. The path was treacherous, with roots and undergrowth threatening to trip them at every step, but Karn's determination was unwavering.

The dense foliage parted before them, revealing a small settlement in disarray. The villagers huddled together, fear evident in their eyes, as demonic figures loomed menacingly.

As they approached the settlement, the signs of destruction became evident. Huts were ablaze, and the air was thick with smoke and the cries of terrified villagers. Karn could see the malevolent figures of the demons, their grotesque forms moving through the chaos, spreading fear and destruction.

Karn turned to Aradhya, his expression resolute.

Karn :- Stay hidden and safe. I will deal with the demons and find Mira.

Aradhya nodded, tears streaming down her face.

Aradhya :- Please, bring her back safely.

Karn moved forward, his mind focused and his heart steeled for the battle ahead. He felt the divine gifts bestowed upon him by Parvati-his inexhaustible quivers, the conch shell, the Anjalika Astra, and the golden chariot-empowering him with each step.

Karn :- Leave this place at once!

He commanded, his voice resonating with authority.

The demons turned, their eyes narrowing as they assessed the lone figure standing against them. One of them, larger and more grotesque than the others, stepped forward with a sneer.

Demon :- And who are you to command us, mortal ?

Karn stood tall, drawing an arrow from the inexhaustible quiver.

Karn :- I am Karn, king of Indraprasth. Release the girl and leave, or face the wrath of the gods.

With a roar, the demons charged. Drawing an arrow from one of the quivers, he aimed at the nearest demon and released. The arrow flew true, striking the demon down instantly.

With a determined stride, Karn charged into the fray, each arrow he released finding its mark with deadly precision. Karn's movements were swift and precise, each arrow finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The battle was fierce, but Karn's divine gifts and training made him a formidable opponent. One by one, the demons fell, leaving a trail of corpses behind him.

Despite the chaos around him, Karn's mind remained focused. He fought with a calm intensity, his movements fluid and precise. As he battled through the demons, he searched for any sign of Mira.

Karn's senses were heightened, every muscle in his body coiled with tension as the demonic onslaught continued unabated. He stood firm, unleashing a torrent of arrows from his quivers. Each arrow flew true, striking down demons in rapid succession. His focus was absolute, his movements precise and deadly. The bowstring thrummed under his fingers, a relentless symphony of battle.

Yet, the sheer number of his foes seemed inexhaustible, their dark forms emerging from the shadows like an unending wave. They advanced relentlessly, closing the distance. When the demons closed in, Karn abandoned his bow and drew his sword.

The blade gleamed in the dim light of the forest, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the air with lethal efficiency. Each demon that fell to his blade only seemed to spur on the others, their rage growing with each fallen comrade.

The clang of steel against demonic flesh echoed through the clearing. Karn's movements were a blur, a deadly dance of strength and skill. He parried and struck, each motion fluid and powerful. But even as he fought with unyielding determination, his eyes caught sight of Mira. The little girl was being dragged away by a particularly menacing demon, larger and more imposing than the rest, clearly the leader or general of this hellish army. He towered over the others, his skin a sickly shade of green, his eyes burning with malevolence.

Mira's terrified screams pierced the cacophony of battle, wrenching Karn's heart. Her wide, fearful eyes locked onto his, pleading for rescue. For a split second, his concentration wavered, his focus shifting to the child in peril. It was enough for the demons to exploit.

A brutal blow struck him from behind, sending him staggering forward. His sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. In an instant, the demons swarmed him, their clawed hands grabbing and restraining him. Despite his struggles, their sheer numbers overwhelmed him. They forced him onto his knees, shackling his wrists and ankles with magical restraints that glowed with a sinister light.

The demon leader, still gripping Mira, approached with a sneer. He pushed the little girl to the ground and planted his foot on her face, grinding it into the dirt. Mira whimpered, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at Karn, silently pleading for help.

The leader smirked down at Karn, his voice dripping with contempt.

Demon :- Look at your hero now. He can do nothing to save you.

He taunted, his voice dripping with malice. Karn's blood boiled with rage and helplessness. His vision narrowed, his rage bubbling to the surface. His muscles tensed against the restraints, his heart pounding with a ferocity that matched the fury within him.

The sight of Mira, innocent and terrified, spurred something deep within him. A primal, uncontrollable energy surged through his veins, burning with an intensity he had never felt before. His eyes began to glow a brilliant blue, the same color coursing through the veins of his muscular arms and spreading to his chest and back.

The demons holding him faltered, their expressions shifting from triumph to confusion and fear. The villagers, who had been watching the battle from a distance, and Mira's mother, hiding nearby, looked on in bewilderment and growing hope.

The sky above darkened abruptly, clouds gathering with unnatural speed. Thunder rumbled ominously, a prelude to the storm brewing within Karn. He looked up, his gaze piercing through the roiling heavens, and let out a primal scream that seemed to shake the very air. Lightning flashed, illuminating the terror-stricken faces of the villagers and the malevolent smirk of the demon leader.

The energy within him exploded outward in a blinding flash of blue light. The force of the explosion was cataclysmic, akin to a nuclear detonation. The ground beneath him cracked and heaved, sending shockwaves rippling through the forest. Trees were uprooted, their trunks splintered like matchsticks. The very air seemed to vibrate with the raw, unleashed power.



The light was blinding, an intense blue radiance that seared the eyes of all who looked upon it. The demons were thrown back, their bodies disintegrating under the sheer force of the blast. The leader, his cruel smirk replaced with sheer terror, was vaporized in an instant, his malicious presence erased from existence.

The earth shook violently, as if protesting the divine fury unleashed upon it. The sky echoed with thunder, lightning crackling and splitting the heavens. For the villagers watching from a distance, it was as if the sun itself had descended to the earth, its wrath unleashed in a cataclysmic display of power. The sky turned an ominous shade, the clouds swirling in a violent tempest. Lightning arced across the heavens, and the very air crackled with energy.

Mira's mother shielded her eyes from the blinding light, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope. She could barely make out the figure of Karn amidst the chaos, his form bathed in the radiant blue glow. The ground continued to tremble, and for a moment, it felt as if the world itself might be torn apart.

As the light began to fade, the forest gradually returned to an eerie calm. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth. Karn stood at the epicenter of the devastation, his chest heaving with exertion, the blue glow slowly receding from his veins. The restraints that had bound him were shattered, their remnants scattered around him.

When Karn opened his eyes, the remnants of the divine energy still pulsed faintly within him, casting a soft bluish hue over his skin. His golden armor shone with an ethereal light, and his divine earrings glinted, reflecting the aftermath of the power he had unleashed. Despite the newfound strength coursing through his veins, a deep sense of dread settled over him as he surveyed the scene around him.

The once lush forest was now a wasteland of fire and ash, stretching for miles in every direction. The sky was blanketed with dark, foreboding clouds, and a slow, mournful rain began to fall, doing little to quell the smoldering remnants of what had been a vibrant landscape. Trees lay uprooted, their charred remains scattered across the ground, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burnt earth.

Karn's heart sank as the full extent of the devastation became clear. His immense power had vaporized everything within a vast radius, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake. Desperate to undo the damage, he began chanting a mantra his teacher had once given him. The words flowed from his lips, a fervent hope clinging to each syllable. But the mantra's power was limited, and though a few hundred trees and bushes reappeared in the distance, it was a mere speck of green amidst a sea of destruction.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Karn fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His divine strength meant he did not need as much oxygen, but his heart raced uncontrollably, each beat a painful reminder of his actions. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, mingling with the rain that now fell more steadily, soaking his armor and mixing with the ash that clung to his skin.

He looked up at the darkened sky, a silent plea on his lips. He wished for the energy within him to consume him, to end the agony of knowing the destruction he had wrought. But nothing happened. The power remained within him, a constant reminder of the burden he now carried.

In his despair, his eyes caught sight of a small bracelet lying a few feet away, partially buried in the ash. His heart clenched as he recognized it-a bracelet worn by Mira. The image of her innocent face flashed before him, and the weight of his guilt crushed down upon him. He crawled towards the bracelet, each movement feeling heavier than the last, until he collapsed beside it.

Covered in ash and dust, Karn lay on the ground as the rain continued to fall. The cool droplets felt like a distant comfort against his heated skin, but they did little to soothe his troubled mind. He clutched Mira's bracelet to his chest, the realization of what he had done tearing at his soul.

The rain washed over him, mingling with his tears and the grime that covered his body. His heart ached with a sorrow too profound for words, a sorrow that no amount of strength could alleviate. He lay there, broken and consumed by regret, as the forest around him mourned its own destruction.

In the silence that followed, only the sound of the falling rain and the distant crackle of dying flames filled the air. Karn remained motionless, his spirit as shattered as the landscape, the weight of his power now a burden he feared he could never escape.



Duryodhan sat on a cold stone bench in the royal palace garden of Dwarika, staring blankly at the dusky sky, his thoughts as heavy as the mace he wielded in training. The evening sky, painted in hues of deep orange and purple, offered a tranquil contrast to his inner turmoil.

The late evening air was filled with the scent of blooming night jasmines, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze were the only sounds that broke the silence, yet they did little to soothe his troubled mind. It was a stark contrast to the clashing of maces and the grunts of combat that had filled his days. Here, in the tranquility of the garden, he could finally let his thoughts roam.

He had come to Dwarika to train under Balram, seeking to perfect his skills as a mace wielder. Yet, tonight, his mind was far from the battlefield. A recent message from Hastinapur had shaken him to his core: Bhanumati, his estranged wife, had given birth to twins-a boy and a girl. The news should have been a moment of joy, but for Duryodhan, it was a bitter reminder of his failings and the chasm that had grown between them.

He looked up at the sky, its vast expanse offering no answers. Duryodhan's thoughts drifted to Bhanumati. He remembered their quarrel, the sharp words exchanged, and the way her face had fallen when he accused her of adultery. He had been so sure of her betrayal then, fueled by his insecurities and the venomous whispers of those around him. He recalled the moment his uncle had publicly questioned her, the humiliation she must have felt, and his own silence, which had only compounded her disgrace.

His uncle's words echoed in his mind, a persistent, gnawing voice that refused to be silenced.

"She never loved you, Duryodhan. She loved your rival. Her heart was never yours."

The accusation had stung more deeply than any physical blow. He had believed it then, in a fit of rage and jealousy, he had believed it. Now, with time to reflect, he was no longer certain.

Duryodhan :- What have I done ?

He whispered to himself, his voice barely audible above the evening symphony of insects. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every gesture. The regret was a constant ache, a wound that refused to heal.

His mind replayed the scene from months ago: Bhanumati's tear-streaked face, her pleas for understanding, and his own cold, unyielding demeanor. He had let his pride and his uncle's insidious whispers poison his heart. Now, as he sat alone in the garden, he questioned the very foundation of his actions.

And after months of separation, he had received news that she had given birth to twins-a boy and a girl. The messenger's words had been like a knife to his heart. He should have been there with her, supporting her, rejoicing in the birth of their children. Instead, he was here, in Dwarika, training under Balram to become an expert mace wielder, trying to bury his guilt and regret under the guise of honing his skills.

He lifted his eyes to the sky, seeking solace in the vast expanse of stars. Did he do the right thing by doubting her? Was his judgment clouded by his own fears and the manipulations of others? He had always prided himself on his strength, his ability to see through deception, but now he felt weak, lost in a labyrinth of his own making.

Duryodhan sighed, leaning back on the bench. The sky had darkened, stars beginning to appear, each one a distant beacon of hope or a reminder of his solitude. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain, but the memories were relentless.

The soft rustle of leaves drew his attention back to the garden. The shadows lengthened as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, leaving him in the gentle embrace of twilight. He thought of Bhanumati again, of her laughter, her kindness, and the way she had once looked at him with love and trust. Had he thrown all that away because of a moment of weakness?

He could still remember the day they first met, her beauty and grace leaving him awestruck. She had been his anchor, his support through the turbulent times. Their marriage had been.... something, but it had grown into something more profound, a bond that he had thought unbreakable. Yet, in his moment of doubt, he had questioned everything, shattered the foundation of their relationship with his harsh words.

Duryodhan sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He had spent countless hours training, trying to perfect his skills with the mace, hoping it would distract him from his inner turmoil. But no amount of physical exertion could silence the questions that haunted him. Should he go back to her? Could they ever mend the rift that had formed between them? Or was it too late?

His uncle had advised him to move on, to leave the past behind and focus on the future. But could he really do that? Could he abandon Bhanumati and their children, the family they had created together? His heart ached with the weight of his indecision. He had always been a man of action, decisive and bold, but now he found himself paralyzed by doubt.

He closed his eyes, leaning back on the bench, trying to quiet his mind. The gentle hum of the garden seemed to offer a soothing lullaby, urging him to let go of his worries, if only for a moment. He thought of the twins, their tiny faces he had yet to see, their cries he had yet to hear. They were innocent in all of this, born into a world of conflict and uncertainty. They deserved a father who was present, who loved them unconditionally.

Bhanumati's face appeared in his mind's eye, not as it had been during their last argument, but as it was in the beginning-radiant, full of life and love. He had seen her strength, her resilience, and he knew that she would be a wonderful mother. But did she still have room in her heart for him, after all that had happened?

Duryodhan :- Does she still love me ?

He wondered aloud, the question echoing in the quiet garden. His mind conjured images of Bhanumati with his arch nemesis, Karn, whom he had long suspected of harboring feelings for her. Was his jealousy justified, or had he merely been a pawn in a larger game of deception?

Duryodhan opened his eyes, staring up at the stars once more. They seemed indifferent to his plight, silent witnesses to his suffering. He had always been strong, a warrior without equal, but this battle within himself was one he felt ill-equipped to fight.

In the midst of his musings, he heard a soft rustle nearby. He turned his head, but saw no one. Perhaps it was just the wind, playing tricks on his weary mind. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, and buried his face in his hands.

The garden, with its fragrant blossoms and serene ambiance, offered no answers. It merely held his pain, absorbing his sorrow into its tranquil depths. He felt the weight of his regrets pressing down on him, each one a heavy stone in the fortress of his pride.

Duryodhan lay back on the bench, staring up at the night sky. He felt the coolness of the stone seep into his body, grounding him in the present moment. The stars above seemed to pulse with an ancient wisdom, but their secrets were beyond his grasp.

As he closed his eyes, seeking the solace of sleep, his thoughts drifted once more to Bhanumati and their children. He envisioned their faces, the ones he had never seen, and wondered what kind of father he would have been. Would they ever know him, or would he remain a distant, tragic figure in their lives?

Sleep came slowly, a fragile respite from his inner torment. In his dreams, he saw Bhanumati standing at a distance, holding their twins. She looked at him with a mixture of sadness and hope, her eyes pleading for him to find his way back to them. But the distance between them remained, an unbridgeable chasm that he could not cross.

As the night deepened, Duryodhan's breathing steadied, the garden's tranquility wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. Yet, even in sleep, his heart remained heavy, burdened by the choices he had made and the uncertain path that lay ahead.

The garden, silent witness to his anguish, held its peace, the stars above twinkling with a promise of a new dawn. Whether that dawn would bring reconciliation or further estrangement was a question only time could answer.



Did you like the part ?

I hope it was worth the hype, which I didn't think was all too big.

Atleast we know that the new chapters will follow Karn's meeting with Suchitra and his self awakening.

You're right folks, the wait is over, Karn will reunite with Suchitra in the next chapter.

How well could I express Duryodhan's inner thoughts ? Was it good ?

It did took a bit time as I wrote this scene imagining myself as Duryodhan, not the impulsive one.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

Will see you in the next part, untill then, take care and bye.