The morning sun cast a golden glow over the clearing, filtering through the trees and illuminating the remnants of the battlefield. The scent of damp earth and the distant chirping of birds created a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just the day before. Now, the world seemed calm again.

Karn stood beside his chariot. Ghandvega secured the last of the items while Bhanumati adjusted the fabric of her saree, her face composed yet carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. Karn turned to her, his voice steady but gentle.

Karn :- What should be done now, Bhanu?

She sighed softly, looking towards the path leading out of the forest.

Bhanumati :- I must return home. My children will be waiting for me. They must be terrified, wondering where their mother has gone.

Karn nodded, his jaw tightening.

Karn :- I understand. I... I cannot go with you yet. My exile has not ended. There are still a few days left before I can return to Indraprasth.

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. Bhanumati looked at him, her expression unreadable.

Bhanumati :- I know.

As they spoke, Ghandvega approached Karn, his expression calm but resolute.

Ghandvega :- Karn, the purpose for which Devraj Indra sent me with you has been fulfilled. The asurs have been stopped, the Brahmins freed, and Makrasur has fled. I would like to return to my abode now.

Karn turned to him, gratitude filling his eyes.

Karn :- Ghandvega, I cannot thank you enough. Without your guidance and support, this journey would not have been possible. You have been a true companion and ally.

Ghandvega smiled, placing his hand on Karn's shoulder.

Ghandvega :- It was an honor to aid you, Karn. You fight with a heart as strong as your arms. I have no doubt that your destiny will be remembered for ages to come.

Karn nodded, then hesitated before adding,

Karn :- I have one last favor to ask of you.

Ghandvega :- Speak, and if it is within my power, I shall do it.

Karn turned towards Bhanumati.

Karn :- Could you take her to the royal palace of Kaling? Ensure she reaches safely.

Ghandvega bowed slightly.

Ghandvega :- Consider it done.

Bhanumati looked at Karn, her gaze lingering as if trying to memorize every detail of his face.

Bhanumati :- And what about you?

Karn smiled faintly.

Karn :- I will return to my hut and wait for my exile to end. Then, I will meet my family in Indraprasth, finally, I'll come to get you. Can you wait for a few more days?

She exhaled slowly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

Bhanumati :- I waited for years, Karn. A few more days or weeks won't change anything.

He stepped forward and gently took her hands in his, squeezing them once before letting go. Ghandvega climbed onto the chariot, taking the reins. Karn helped Bhanumati up, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with quiet emotion.

Bhanumati :- Take care.

Karn :- You too.

As the horses jerked forward, Karn stepped back, watching as the chariot rolled away into the dense forest. Bhanumati turned once, her gaze meeting his for a final time before she disappeared into the distance.

Karn stood still for a few moments, lost in thought, before gathering his weapons and turning away.



The forest was alive with the whispers of rustling leaves and the distant calls of birds, their melodies weaving through the tall, ancient trees. Karn walked steadily, his arms laden with dry logs, the earthy scent of damp soil filling his nostrils. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. Each step he took was accompanied by the soft crunch of dry leaves beneath his feet, a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo the thoughts swirling in his mind.

In a few days, his exile would end. Seven long years of solitude, of wandering through forests and living in humble huts, would finally come to a close. The thought of reuniting with his family filled him with a quiet joy. He thought of his brothers, especially Arjun. By now, his younger brother must have been married. Perhaps Yudhishthir even had a child. He imagined the joyous laughter of a child filling the halls of Indraprasth, a sound he had longed to hear.

And then there was Draupadi. His wife. Would she be waiting for him? Would she welcome him home, or would she be distant, changed after all these years? He was a father now-he had a son, a child he had never met. That thought alone made his steps falter for a moment. Would his son recognize him? Would he resent the absence of a father?

As he walked, his thoughts drifted to Krishna. His best friend, his confidant, the one who had always understood him in ways no one else could. It had been years since they last met, and Karn wondered how their reunion would unfold. Would Krishna come to Indraprasth to welcome him, or would they meet in Dwarika, amidst the grandeur of Krishna's kingdom? He smiled faintly, imagining the mischievous glint in Krishna's eyes, the warmth of his laughter. What would they say to each other after all this time?

The sun was beginning its descent, its golden rays slanting through the trees and painting the forest in hues of amber and gold. Karn quickened his pace, knowing he had only a few hours before sunset. The familiar path led him closer to his hut, and soon, the distant sound of a waterfall reached his ears, a soothing melody that grew louder with each step.

But as he stepped into the open space, he came to an abrupt halt, his arms still full of firewood. There, lying on the wooden swing tied to the old banyan tree, was Krishna.

His body was draped in a simple yellow dhoti, his golden crown placed aside as if he had carelessly removed it. One arm rested under his head, supporting his face, while the other lay across his chest. His breathing was slow and steady, his expression peaceful, and an ever-gracious smile lingered on his lips even in slumber. A soft, divine glow surrounded him, making it almost impossible to look away.

For a moment, Karn simply stared, his heart filled with an unexplainable warmth. It had been so long since he had seen Krishna, and yet, here he was, waiting for him like nothing had changed. Moving carefully so as not to disturb the serene moment, Karn slowly dropped the firewood to the ground. Then, with quiet reverence, he reached out and began to massage Krishna's feet with a tenderness born out of deep affection.

The swing rocked gently and Krishna's smile widened, though his eyes remained closed. Karn's touch was soft a silent acknowledgement to the bond they shared a bond that time and distance cannot dismiss.

Krishna stirred from his peaceful slumber, his long lashes fluttering open to the sight of Karn kneeling beside him, gently massaging his feet. A warm smile spread across Krishna's lips as he stretched, letting out a lazy yawn. Karn, noticing that he had woken up, straightened slightly and greeted him with a soft chuckle.

Karn :- Finally awake, Madhav?

He said, his voice laced with warmth. Krishna let out a playful sigh, rubbing his eyes.

Krishna :- It seems even sleep refuses to last long in your presence, Suryaputra.

He teased before sitting up. Then, without hesitation, he reached forward and pulled Karn into a firm embrace. For a moment, neither spoke. They simply stayed like that-two friends reunited after years of separation, finding comfort in each other's presence. Karn closed his eyes, a genuine smile playing on his lips, as Krishna held him like an old companion who had finally come home. When they finally pulled away, Krishna grinned.

Krishna :- It has been too long, bhrata Karn.

Karn nodded.

Karn :- It truly has. How is everyone?"

He folded his arms, his expression turning curious.

Krishna :- They are well, and they eagerly await your return.

Karn hesitated for a brief moment, something unspoken in his eyes. Krishna noticed immediately, his ever-knowing gaze reading him effortlessly. Placing a reassuring hand on Karn's shoulder, he smiled.

Krishna :- Jhanvi is well, and so is your son, Prasen.

Karn's lips parted slightly as he repeated the name, almost as if tasting it for the first time.

Karn :- Prasen...

A tender smile crossed his face, a mix of longing and joy filling his heart. Krishna observed him for a moment before speaking again.

Krishna :- You do not wish to ask about your family in Indraprasth?

He teased lightly. Karn shook his head, smiling knowingly.

Karn :- I do not need to ask. I am certain they are together and well. And in just a few days, I will meet them again.

Krishna chuckled.

Krishna :- Spoken like a man with unshakable faith.

Leaning back slightly, Krishna stretched his arms before placing a hand over his stomach.

Krishna :- But before all that, I must say-it has been some time since I've had a good meal. And I won't deny my hunger if you're willing to feed me.

He grinned mischievously. Karn let out a laugh, shaking his head.

Karn :- You haven't changed at all, Govind.

Without another word, he stood up and began gathering the dry logs he had collected earlier, preparing to make a fire.

Krishna, now content, leaned back on his swing, picking up his golden flute. As Karn worked, the soothing melody of the flute filled the air, blending with the rustling leaves and the distant murmur of the waterfall. It was a moment of peace, of friendship, and of a bond that neither time nor fate could break.



Six-year-old Dhruvsen ran into his chamber, his tiny feet barely making a sound against the polished marble floor. His mother, Draupadi, sat on the bed, a scroll in her hands, her dark eyes scanning its contents with quiet focus. At the sound of his hurried footsteps, she looked up and smiled.

Draupadi :- Dhruv. Did you complete the words I taught you to write?

She called gently, folding the scroll. The boy nodded eagerly, but his excitement was quickly replaced by a thoughtful frown. He hesitated for a moment before asking,

Dhruvsen :- Maa, when will I meet my Pitashree?

Draupadi's smile faltered slightly as she narrowed her eyes, studying her son's expression.

Draupadi :- Why do you ask this all of a sudden? Did someone say something to you?

Dhruvsen quickly shook his head.

Dhruvsen :- No, Maa. It's just... I have never seen him in person.

A soft, knowing smile returned to Draupadi's lips as she pulled him into her lap, running her fingers gently through his thick curls.

Draupadi :- In just a few days, your father's exile will be over. Then you will meet him.

She assured him. The boy's face lit up with excitement.

Dhruvsen :- Then I will grow strong like him! One day, I will lift Pitamah's dhanush and make everyone proud!

Draupadi chuckled, cupping his small face.

Draupadi :- You do not need your Pitamah's dhanush, my son. You have your own divine bow waiting for you.

Dhruvsen's eyes widened.

Dhruvsen :- I have my own dhanush?

He asked, his voice filled with wonder. Smiling, Draupadi rose from the bed and walked toward a large almirah. Opening its doors, she reached inside and carefully lifted a magnificent bow-brown and golden, its surface adorned with intricate carvings. She turned to her son, presenting it with reverence.

Draupadi :- This, my son, is Kodanda. It was gifted to you by your Mamashree Krishna on the day of your birth. This is the dhanush once wielded by Lord Ram himself.



Dhruvsen stared in awe, his small hands reaching out to touch the sacred weapon. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that he too will a legacy of greatness.



Disguised in the simple attire of Brahmins, Krishna and Karn walked through the bustling village square, blending effortlessly with the throngs of people. The square was alive with activity-vendors shouting their prices, customers bargaining with animated gestures, children playfully arguing over toys, and weary travelers enjoying their morning meals at food stalls. The air was filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread, spices, and incense. Karn, adjusting his simple shawl, leaned slightly towards Krishna and murmured,

Karn :- Madhav, why are we here?

Krishna, ever the enigma, merely smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Krishna :- You'll find out soon enough, bhrata Karn.

Karn sighed but said nothing more, trusting Krishna's instincts. They walked further into the square, where the crowd thickened, voices merging into a cacophony of excited murmurs. Soon, they reached the heart of the gathering, where a royal announcement was being made. At the center of the square, Maharaj Kaushik sat on an elevated platform, his expression solemn. Beside him stood his son, Prince Sambhajit, and his daughters, Vrushali and Mitravinda. The royal family's presence alone commanded attention, and the crowd waited in anticipation. A man, standing before them, beat a ceremonial drum, his voice booming over the crowd.

"Hear everyone! A most auspicious alliance has been arranged between the kingdoms of Tilprasth and Magadh. Princess Vrushali and Princess Mitravinda shall be wed to Prince Sahdev, the grandson of the mighty Maharaj Jarasandh of Magadh!"

The crowd erupted into murmurs-some in approval, others in curiosity. Karn felt a strange tension settle in his chest as he turned his gaze toward the princesses. Vrushali stood with her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her. Though she maintained a composed exterior, Karn could see the reluctance in her body language. She did not want this. Her heart was not in this marriage.

Beside her, Mitravinda was more composed but equally discontent. Unlike her sister, however, she was confident-certain, even-that this situation would not last. Her Kanha would come for her. As her gaze swept across the crowd, her heart leaped when she spotted a pair of familiar, mischievous eyes. Krishna stood among the commoners, disguised as a simple Brahmin, his smile as reassuring as ever. He winked at her before subtly shifting his gaze towards Vrushali.

Mitravinda quickly schooled her expression, resisting the urge to smile or blush. Instead, she nudged her sister, who turned toward her with a frown.

Vrushali :- What is it?

She whispered.

Mitravinda :- Look...

She murmured, subtly gesturing toward the crowd. Vrushali sighed and lifted her gaze-only to feel her breath hitch in her throat.

Karn.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she recognized him instantly, standing beside Krishna, both of them dressed as Brahmins. Karn, too, felt a jolt of recognition. His eyes locked onto Vrushali's, and in that instant, he saw everything-the silent plea, the hesitation, the unwillingness to accept the fate being forced upon her.

Vrushali swallowed hard, glancing at Krishna, who raised his brows ever so slightly. The look in his eyes was unmistakable-he had come here with a plan. A plan that now depended on her. She took a deep breath, then stepped forward.

Vrushali :- I do not wish to marry Prince Sahdev of Magadh.

She declared, her voice clear and unwavering. The murmurs in the crowd rose to shocked gasps. Maharaj Kaushik's face darkened as he stood abruptly, his hands gripping the arms of his throne.

Kaushik :- Vrushali! Do you understand what you are saying?

Vrushali turned to face her father, her chin lifted in defiance.

Vrushali :- Yes, Pitashree. I understand perfectly. I do not wish to marry him.

The entire square was now silent, all eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. Even Sambhajit looked taken aback.

Kaushik :- Do you know what you are refusing? A grand alliance with the mighty kingdom of Magadh. This is not merely about you, Vrushali-it is about Tilprasth's future!

His voice was laced with barely controlled anger. Vrushali took a deep breath before turning and pointing toward the crowd.

Vrushali :- I wish to marry that Brahmin.

A wave of murmurs surged through the square as people turned to see who she was pointing at. The crowd parted, revealing Karn standing there, utterly stunned. Krishna's eyes twinkled with amusement as he subtly stepped back, leaving Karn in the full view of the entire gathering.

Karn stared at Vrushali, unable to believe what he had just heard. She had just declared, in front of the entire court and her father, that she wished to marry him. Maharaj Kaushik followed his daughter's gaze, his eyes narrowing when they landed on Karn.

Kaushik :- That Brahmin?

He repeated, disbelief thick in his voice. Vrushali nodded.

Vrushali :- Yes, Pitashree. Him.

Karn could feel the weight of everyone's stares, but his eyes remained fixed on Vrushali. The sincerity in her expression, the determination in her voice-it left no doubt. She was not acting out of impulse. This was what she truly wanted. Karn saw her swallow nervously as if bracing herself for what was to come. He exhaled slowly, knowing that whatever happened next would change everything.

Maharaj Kaushik's expression was unreadable as he looked between his daughter and the so-called Brahmin she had chosen. His jaw tightened, and his fists clenched.

The tension in the air was thick, and all eyes were on Vrushali and Karn. The declaration had shaken the square, and murmurs of shock, disbelief, and intrigue rippled through the gathered crowd. Sambhajit clenched his fists, his eyes burning with fury. Before anyone could speak, Krishna leaned toward Karn and whispered,

Krishna :- Challenge Sambhajit to a duel.

Karn turned to him, perplexed.

Karn :- What for?

He asked in a low voice. Krishna smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Krishna :- Tell him you want to marry Vrushali.

Karn gave him a bewildered look.

Karn :- I thought we were here for your marriage!

Krishna feigned an innocent expression.

Krishna :- And I thought I couldn't marry Mitravinda until you won Vrushali's hand first.

Karn sighed in exasperation, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

Karn :- How many times are you going to get me married?

Krishna chuckled.

Krishna :- As many times as it is written in your destiny, dear bhrata.

Karn groaned, rubbing his forehead.

Karn :- Draupadi will eat me alive for sure one day.

Krishna patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Krishna :- Don't worry, bhrata Karn. I am here to speak to my sakhi. Leave that to me.

Before Karn could respond, Sambhajit stormed toward him, his face red with rage.

Sambhajit :- You! What sorcery have you used on my sister? She would never say such a thing on her own!

He snarled, pointing a finger at Karn. Karn raised an eyebrow.

Karn :- Do I look like a magician to you?

Krishna leaned closer to Karn, giving Sambhajit a knowing smile.

Krishna :- It is the magic of love.

He said playfully. Sambhajit's face twisted in anger, but before he could retort, Karn stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding.

Karn :- Yuvraj Sambhajit, I challenge you to a duel. If I win, the princesses will be married to us.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd before Sambhajit let out a sharp, arrogant laugh.

Sambhajit :- You must be out of your mind, Brahmin! Are you sure about this? Or are you merely dreaming?

Karn crossed his arms.

Karn :- I am sure. The challenge stands.

Sambhajit's eyes flashed as he turned to the crowd.

Sambhajit :- Move back!

He commanded, throwing off his angavastra, revealing his well-built physique. The audience gasped in admiration. Sambhajit had the body of a wrestler, his muscles honed from years of training. Karn, unfazed, removed his shawl and handed it to Krishna. The moment he did, the murmurs in the crowd grew louder. His broad, muscular shoulders and well-defined arms made it clear that he was no ordinary Brahmin. Sambhajit scoffed.

Sambhajit :- Do you think you can intimidate me with your physique alone?

Karn smirked.

Karn :- Talk less. Fight more.

Without warning, Sambhajit lunged at Karn, aiming to grab him in a crushing hold. Karn, anticipating the attack, dodged effortlessly and countered with a swift strike to the side.

The duel had begun.

Sambhajit moved aggressively, using his strength to try and overpower Karn. He attempted several powerful grapples, each one designed to throw Karn off balance. But Karn, a seasoned warrior with years of experience, was faster. He dodged, deflected, and countered with precise movements, frustrating his opponent.

Sambhajit gritted his teeth and suddenly changed tactics. He feigned an attack before quickly grabbing Karn by the waist, lifting him off the ground. The crowd gasped. But Karn brought his elbow down hard against Sambhajit's head, making the prince stumble and drop him. Karn landed on his feet, unshaken.

The wrestling continued with intense energy. Sambhajit was undoubtedly strong, but Karn was not just strong-he was skilled. His reflexes were unmatched, his counters sharp, and his movements calculated.

Vrushali watched from the platform, her heart pounding. She had never seen Karn fight before, but now she understood why he was called a great warrior. His every move was precise, his strategy flawless.

Sambhajit, now growing desperate, attempted to tackle Karn again, aiming to pin him down. Karn allowed him to come close before swiftly sidestepping, catching Sambhajit by the wrist and twisting him into a lock. The prince struggled, but Karn's grip was unbreakable. With a swift maneuver, he flipped Sambhajit onto the ground with a loud thud. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps.

Sambhajit groaned, glaring up at Karn as he tried to rise. Karn stepped back, allowing him to stand, his expression unreadable. The duel raged on, but as time passed, it became evident that Sambhajit was growing tired. His attacks became slower, his movements less precise. Karn, on the other hand, remained steady, unwavering.

The dust in the square had barely settled from the fierce wrestling bout when Sambhajit, seething with frustration, stormed towards the weapon rack and grabbed a massive mace. Without a second thought, he swung it fiercely at Karn. Karn jumped back just in time, the mace narrowly missing his chest. The force of the swing sent a gust of air rippling through the crowd, making some step back in alarm. Karn's sharp eyes darted to Krishna, who called out to him.

Krishna :- Catch, bhrata!

His voice rang out as he tossed a mace towards Karn. With a swift movement, Karn caught it mid-air, gripping it tightly before bringing it up just in time to block another furious swing from Sambhajit. The impact sent a loud clang echoing through the square. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal, the sheer force of their strikes making the very ground tremble.



The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two warriors clashed, their maces striking with immense force. Seeing an opening, Karn delivered a heavy blow, knocking Sambhajit's mace clean from his grasp. The weapon went flying through the air before crashing onto the stone ground.

But Sambhajit was not done. In his rage, he lunged at Karn, kicking him hard in the abdomen. Karn staggered back slightly, but before he could react, Sambhajit snatched a sword from a nearby soldier and hurled it straight at Karn's unguarded back.

Vrushali :- NO!

Her scream tore through the air. Gasps erupted from the crowd as the sword hurtled towards Karn. But just as the blade was about to pierce him, a radiant golden glow enveloped his body.

With a metallic clang, the sword rebounded off an ethereal golden armor that had suddenly manifested around Karn, shielding him. Sambhajit stumbled back, groaning as the recoil sent pain shooting through his wrist. Krishna smiled knowingly as murmurs spread among the spectators. Sambhajit's eyes widened in shock.

Sambhajit :- That armor...! So... you are Karn. The eldest Pandav. The exiled king of Indraprasth!

He turned to Karn, realization dawning upon him. Karn met his gaze steadily, standing tall.

Karn :- My exile is over. There is nothing left for you to worry about.

He declared, his voice firm and unwavering. But Sambhajit was far from done. He gripped his sword tightly and lunged again, swinging with all his might. Yet, Karn easily dodged or blocked every single strike with his mace, his movements fluid and effortless.

Seeing that brute force wasn't working, Sambhajit smirked as a sinister thought crossed his mind. He sneered.

Sambhajit :- Draupadi has been living without her husband for all these years. She must be yearning for satisfaction.

Karn's grip on his mace tightened. Sambhajit chuckled darkly.

Sambhajit :- And I hear she gave birth to a son after you left for exile. Tell me, Karn-how does it feel to know she found pleasure in your absence?

Silence.

Then, like a storm breaking loose, Karn charged. With a roar, he swung his mace with deadly force, shattering Sambhajit's sword into pieces. Before Sambhajit could react, Karn drove his foot into his chest, sending him flying several feet back. The prince landed hard, coughing as the wind was knocked from his lungs.

Sambhajit scrambled to his feet, reaching for another mace, but Karn was upon him before he could grasp it. With a single powerful swing, Karn shattered the weapon to splinters. Then, without weapons, Karn advanced on Sambhajit.

A storm of punches and slaps rained down on the prince, each blow landing with unrelenting fury. Sambhajit tried to defend himself, but Karn's reflexes were too fast, his strikes too powerful. The soldiers of Tilprasth rushed forward, attempting to intervene.

Karn didn't even flinch. One by one, he struck them down, throwing them aside like ragdolls. Some went flying into the crowd, while others crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain. None of them stood a chance against his raw power.

Karn's eyes burned with fury as he grabbed Sambhajit by his collar, hoisting him up effortlessly. With a roar, he hurled the prince into the air. Sambhajit crashed into the stone pavement, his body writhing in pain. Maharaj Kaushik, enraged at the sight of his son defeated and humiliated, stood up, his voice thundering,

Kaushik :- Enough! This is madness!

He stormed forward, but before he could reach Sambhajit, Karn moved like lightning. In an instant, he grabbed the king by the throat.

The entire square fell silent. Karn's fiery eyes met Kaushik's, his grip firm but controlled.

Karn :- No man will ever look at my wife with such intentions and expect to live.

He growled, his voice low and dangerous. For a brief, terrifying moment, Kaushik felt the full force of Karn's strength. His breath hitched as the warrior's grip tightened ever so slightly.

Then, with a sharp shove, Karn pushed him away. The king stumbled but managed to regain his footing, his face a mixture of shock and fury.

Maharaj Kaushik watched in horror as his son, battered and barely able to stand, stumbled away from Karn, who pursued him with the wrath of a storm. Sambhajit's eyes were wide with fear as he clutched his chest, knowing that one more blow from the furious warrior could mean the end of him. Desperate, Kaushik scrambled toward Krishna, falling to his knees. His hands trembled as he grasped Krishna's feet, his voice breaking with desperation.

Kaushik :- O learned Brahmin, I beg of you! Stop this madness before my son is killed!

The king pleaded, his breath ragged. Krishna, standing calmly amidst the chaos, let out a soft chuckle. He bent down and gently took the king's hands, helping him to his feet.

Krishna :- Rise, Maharaj. Do not humiliate yourself before your people. Fear not-your son's life is not in danger.

He said soothingly, his eyes twinkling. With that, Krishna turned and strode towards Karn, who had just raised his fist, ready to land another devastating punch on Sambhajit's chest. In one swift movement, Krishna caught Karn from behind, locking his arms around him and pulling him away.

Krishna :- Bhrata Karn, that is enough.

He said firmly, his grip unyielding. Karn struggled against him, his breath heavy with rage.

Karn :- No, Keshav! Let me go! I cannot leave this man after what he dared to say!

Krishna tightened his hold.

Krishna :- Bhrata Karn, listen to me. He has received his punishment. He said those words only to provoke you, not because he truly meant them.

Karn turned his head slightly, his chest rising and falling as he looked into Krishna's eyes. Krishna, ever calm, smiled and placed a hand on Karn's shoulder.

Krishna :- Look.

He urged. Karn followed his gaze and saw Maharaj Kaushik rushing to his son, checking him for injuries. Sambhajit groaned, trying to push his father away, but Kaushik held onto him, relief evident on his face. The sight made Karn pause. His breath slowed, his clenched fists loosening. He took a long, deep breath, feeling the fury that had consumed him gradually dissipate.

Krishna nodded, sensing his cousin's calm return. Together, they walked towards the king, who stood and faced them with weary eyes. Kaushik folded his hands, still shaken.

Kaushik :- I thank you, learned Brahmins, for sparing my beloved son. I now see the truth-I cannot stand against the invincible. I accept defeat.

Karn remained silent, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight. Kaushik took a deep breath.

Kaushik :- As promised, I will marry my daughters to you both.

Before anyone could react, Sambhajit, still clutching his bruised chest, glared at his father.

Sambhajit :- Pitashree! Do you not see? This Brahmin with golden armor and earrings is none other than Karn-the eldest Pandav! And the other is his friend, Krishna of Dwarika!

A gasp rippled through the gathered crowd. The murmurs grew louder as people turned their attention to the two warriors. Kaushik's eyes widened. He turned his sharp gaze to Krishna.

Kaushik :- Krishna! Your tricks never cease, do they? If I had known this was all your doing-to bring a king to his knees-I would have gladly chosen death instead!

He spat, his voice filled with betrayal. Krishna let out a soft, knowing smile.

Krishna :- Maharaj. I am no one's enemy. My purpose here was never to subdue you.

He said with an air of tranquility, his gaze flickered toward Karn.

Krishna :- If I wanted that, I would not have stopped bhrata Karn-whom even the entire army of Tilprasth would not have been able to stop.

The king stiffened, unable to deny the truth in Krishna's words. Krishna stepped closer, his voice soothing yet firm.

Krishna :- I came here for love. The love Mitravinda has for me, and the love Vrushali harbors for Karn. That is the only purpose of my visit.

Kaushik's jaw tightened as he turned his gaze towards his daughters. Vrushali and Mitravinda stood a few feet away, their hands clasped, their eyes pleading with their father. For a long moment, the king said nothing. His proud stance wavered, the weight of reality sinking in. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he lowered his head. Krishna's smile widened.

Krishna :- Then it is settled. Prepare for the wedding, Maharaj. We will be here on the appointed day.

He declared joyfully. With that, Krishna turned and walked toward the princesses. Karn followed, his heart still hammering from the events of the duel. Vrushali's face brightened the moment Karn approached. The hesitation, the fear, the uncertainty-all of it vanished. The happiness in her eyes was unmistakable.



The soft glow of oil lamps flickered across the grand chamber, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, filling the room with a sense of calm. Maharani Gandhari sat on the edge of her bed, her blindfold carefully tied, her hands resting gently on her lap.

Near the balcony, Duryodhan stood in silence, staring out into the vast courtyard of Hastinapur. The night was quiet, but his mind was restless. The conversation they were having was one he had avoided for a long time.

Gandhari :- You should think about your future, my son.

Her voice was gentle but firm. Duryodhan exhaled sharply, shaking his head slightly.

Duryodhan :- I do not know if I have a future worth thinking about, Mata.

He admitted. His voice carried a weight that had nothing to do with the battlefields he had fought on but rather the ones within himself. Gandhari listened patiently.

Gandhari :- Even the strongest warriors must have a companion, Duryodhan. Someone who stands beside them, not as a soldier, but as a partner.

Duryodhan remained silent. The thought of marriage, of companionship, had been foreign to him for a long time. He had shut himself away, buried in his ambitions, his wars, his hatred. But then...

Gandhari :- Sumali....

She said softly. At the mention of her name, Duryodhan closed his eyes briefly. He exhaled through his nose, his hands gripping the stone railing of the balcony.

Duryodhan :- She... she has helped me move on.

He finally admitted. Gandhari nodded slightly.

Gandhari :- Do you think she would be a good addition to your life?

Duryodhan turned to face his mother, his expression unreadable. He stared at her for a long moment before finally sighing.

Duryodhan :- I do not know if anything in my life is certain, Mata. But...

He hesitated, looking away for a brief moment before continuing,

Duryodhan :- If she is with me, perhaps I will not have to face everything alone.

A small smile touched Gandhari's lips. Slowly, she rose to her feet, her movements graceful despite the years that had passed. She walked towards him, reaching out until her fingers found his face. She traced his features gently, as if memorizing them.

Gandhari :- Then tell me, my son, do you wish to marry her?

Duryodhan swallowed, his throat dry.

Duryodhan :- If you and Pitashree have no objections... then I will have none either.

Gandhari's hand cupped his cheek as she whispered,

Gandhari :- Then may you always find happiness, my son.

For the first time in years, Duryodhan felt a sense of peace. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was something beyond war and ambition waiting for him.



The rain fell gently over Tilprasth, its droplets shimmering as they touched the earth. The sky, heavy with dark clouds, rumbled softly with distant thunder, yet there was no sense of foreboding-rather, it felt as if the heavens themselves were rejoicing, showering blessings upon the land. The rhythmic sound of temple bells echoed across the city, mingling with the joyous laughter and music of the people.

At the grand mandap, Maharaj Kaushik sat surrounded by nobles and dignitaries, his expression unreadable as he awaited the arrival of the grooms. Around him, the air buzzed with excitement. The people of Tilprasth had never witnessed such a grand occasion-the wedding of their princesses to two of the mightiest warriors of Aryavarta.

Then, suddenly, the unmistakable sound of massive chariot wheels rolling across the wet earth echoed through the streets. The murmur of the crowd stilled as all eyes turned toward the entrance. The light drizzle stopped as if nature itself had paused in anticipation. And then, emerging from the misty rain, came a sight that left the people breathless.

A magnificent golden chariot glided into view, pulled by four majestic white horses whose muscles rippled with power. Their hooves barely disturbed the puddles on the ground as they obeyed the commands of their charioteer Krishna. And seated upon the grand chariot was none other than Karn, the son of Surya, the radiant warrior who had returned from exile.

Draped in a golden angvastra and a matching dhoti, Karn exuded the aura of a divine being. A beautiful crown adorned his head, its gems reflecting the soft light breaking through the clouds. His earrings gleamed like miniature suns against his bronzed skin.

Standing at the front of the chariot, holding the reins with effortless grace, was Krishna. His serene smile carried a knowing wisdom, his golden pitambar flowing gently in the wind. The sight of the two together-Karn and Krishna, the warrior and the divine-was nothing short of celestial.

The chariot came to a halt at the entrance of the mandap. Karn stepped down, his every movement exuding quiet strength and dignity. Krishna joined him at his side, and for a moment, they exchanged a glance-a look of understanding, of shared destiny.

Vrushali, standing near the mandap, felt her breath catch in her throat. She had always admired Karn, but today, he looked nothing short of divine. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of her soon-to-be husband. Beside her, Mitravinda smiled knowingly, her gaze fixed on Krishna. Her Kanha had his own way of living life, of making everything grand in his playful yet divine manner.

Karn and Krishna walked toward the king, their steps firm, the golden earth of Tilprasth welcoming them. Reaching the mandap, they bowed low, touching Maharaj Kaushik's feet. The old king, once hesitant, now found himself unable to resist the moment. His hand, almost involuntarily, rose to bless them.

Kaushik :- May your union be strong and your future prosperous.

He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. The priests gestured for them to take their seats beside their respective brides. Karn turned toward Vrushali, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. He could see the awe in her gaze, the admiration, the reverence. And in that instant, he understood-this was no mere political alliance. She had chosen him not because of duty, but because of love.

Just as they took their seats, a soft gasp rippled through the crowd. From the heavens above, an unexpected rain of flowers began to descend, showering Karn and Krishna. The petals, carried by a gentle breeze, fell like a divine offering, as if the Gods themselves were blessing this moment. The people watched in astonishment, murmuring among themselves about the auspiciousness of the event. Karn, too, was momentarily taken aback, but then he glanced at Krishna, who merely smirked, as if he had expected this all along. Vrushali turned slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vrushali :- It seems even the heavens celebrate today.

Karn met her gaze, a rare smile playing on his lips.

Karn :- Perhaps they know what a momentous day this is.

The yagya fire burned brightly as the ceremonies began, the priests chanting sacred verses, invoking the blessings of the Gods. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and incense, the rhythmic sound of Vedic hymns adding to the sanctity of the moment.

Karn closed his eyes briefly, taking it all in. His exile was over.

He would return to Indraprasth soon, to his brothers, to Draupadi, to his son whom he had never met. He would finally reclaim his place in the world. But for now, as he sat beside Vrushali, as Krishna stood beside him, as the skies cleared above, he knew one thing with certainty-this was the start of a new chapter.

And whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as his mitra, his mentor, his cousin, his guiding light-Krishna was by his side, he would always emerge stronger.



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So finally, Karn's exile is over, eager for his return?

With this, the exile saga ends and we will now move on to the Rajsuya Yagya story, Jarasandh Vadh, Krishna - Pondrak conflict, Karn - Jhanvi's marriage, and the introduction of the next generation of characters.

Too much if going to happen in the next few chapters so the story might seem a bit fast paced, so be prepared.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

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