The chamber was still, the tension so thick it felt almost palpable. Balram sat on a wide cushioned chair. His eyes, sharp and restless, darted between the door and the flickering light of the oil lamps. Around him, the rest of the Yadav family sat in a somber silence, their expressions a mix of worry and anticipation. Outside, the sounds of the palace were subdued, as if the entire city held its breath. Balram's fingers drummed impatiently on the armrest, breaking the silence.

Balram :- How long has it been? They should have returned by now.

He muttered to no one in particular. Before anyone could respond, a soft commotion from the corridor reached their ears. Footsteps-light and hurried-echoed down the marble hallway. Balram straightened in his chair, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his mace. The others turned toward the door, their hearts racing.

"Dau..."

A familiar voice called out. The door swung open, and there they were - Krishna, Karn, and Jhanvi. Jhanvi entered first, her eyes bright with relief despite the weariness that clung to her. Behind her, Krishna's calm smile and Karn's towering presence filled the room with a sense of security. Balram rose from his seat, his usually stern face softening.

Balram :- Jhanvi. Are you alright? Did Pondrak try to harm you?

He said, his voice a mix of concern and relief. Jhanvi shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. She walked straight to her elder brother, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. Balram returned the hug tightly, holding her close as a father would hold his daughter.

Jhanvi :- I'm fine, Dau. He didn't hurt me. I knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me.

She said softly. Balram's massive hands rested gently on her shoulders as he pulled back to look at her. His eyes scanned her face, searching for any sign of injury. But there was none. Satisfied that she was unharmed, he smiled softly, but his voice was still laced with anger,

Balram :- If he had tried, I would have destroyed his entire kingdom.

Jhanvi smiled faintly, touched by his fierce protectiveness. She had always been the beloved of their family, but she knew it wasn't because they spoiled her. It was because they truly cared for her well-being.

Jhanvi :- I know, Dau. That's why I never lost hope.....

Before she could say more, a small voice cried out,

"Maa!"

Prasen, who had been in Rukmini's lap, jumped down and ran to his mother. Jhanvi knelt down just in time to catch him as he flung himself into her arms. She held him tightly, pressing kisses to his hair as he clung to her.

Prasen :- You're back! I knew you'd come back!

He exclaimed, his voice trembling with joy. Jhanvi's eyes filled with tears as she stroked his curls.

Jhanvi :- I would never leave you, my son. I missed you so much.

Everyone smiled, touched by their reunion. Karn felt a relief wash over him. He was grateful that this time the Gods had answered his prayer. Jhanvi noticed Draupadi smiling at her warmly. She went to give her a hug and the sisters-in-law shared a moment of happiness and relief at Jhanvi's return.

Jhanvi :- Sakhi. It's so good to see you.

She said, her voice thick with emotion. Draupadi returned the hug, her eyes glistening.

Draupadi :- You're safe, Jhanvi. That's all that matters.

She replied in a soft and assuring voice. Dhruvsen came forward to touch Jhanvi's feet,

Dhruvsen :- Choti maa.... I am Dhruvsen.

Jhanvi touched his head, and a warm smile crossed her face as she stared at the elder sibling to her son.

Jhanvi :- May one day you become a valiant warrior as your father.

She blessed him as he went back to his mother. Jhanvi turned to face her brothers, while Karn exchanged a glance with Krishna. The silent question in Karn's eyes was clear: What next? Krishna turned to Balram, his expression growing serious.

Krishna :- Dau, the time has come. Pondrak's patience has reached its limit. He will not sit idly plotting anymore. He will march toward Dwarika.

He began, his voice firm. Balram smirked, his earlier unease replaced by a fiery determination.

Balram :- Finally, I've been waiting for this moment.

He said, his voice brimming with anticipation. Karn nodded solemnly.

Karn :- Then we must inform the generals to ready the army.

He said. Balram's expression softened slightly as he turned to Karn.

Balram :- You are our guest, Karn. We cannot ask you to fight our war.

Krishna nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting between his brother and his cousin,

Krishna :- Bhrata, you have already risked much to bring Jhanvi back. This is a battle for Dwarika; it is not your burden to bear.

Karn stepped forward, joining his hands in front of Balram,

Karn :- A guest I may be, but family comes before everything. Pondrak's actions are an insult to all of us. This is not just your fight; it is mine as well. He dared to lay his hands on Jhanvi, and I can't just sit here and watch after all this.

For a moment, silence hung in the air as Balram and Krishna exchanged a glance. Finally, Balram let out a hearty laugh, placing his hand on Karn's shoulder,

Balram :- Very well. We'll fight side by side. We could use some help from the mightiest warrior in Aryavarth.

Krishna, his serene smile returning, glanced at his elder brother.

Krishna :- Then it is settled. But tonight, we rest. At the first light of dawn, we have to march to battle.

The room buzzed with quiet anticipation as everyone dispersed to prepare. Dhruvsen, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, ran to Karn and tugged at his father's arm.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree.. can I come with you to the battlefield?

He said, his voice filled with excitement. Karn knelt down to meet his son's eager gaze.

Karn :- Not this time, my little warrior. Your duty is to stay here and look after your mother and the others.

Dhruvsen straightened, puffing out his chest with pride.

Dhruvsen :- I'll protect them. I'll make sure nothing happens to anyone.

Karn smiled, placing a hand on his son's head.

Karn :- That's my boy. Be brave, just like your Mamashree Krishna.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Dhruvsen ran to Draupadi, announcing proudly,

Dhruvsen :- Ma, I'll protect everyone while Pitashree is gone!

Draupadi smiled, pulling him into her arms.

Draupadi :- I know you will, my son.

As the evening deepened, the family gathered for one last quiet meal together. Outside, the city of Dwarika prepared for the battle to come, the sounds of soldiers and weapons mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore.



Krishna sat on his swing in his room, polishing his bow, his hands gliding carefully on the shiny surface of the weapon of Dharm. His Sarang bow seemed to glow with an aura of its own in the light of lamps. Rukmini entered the room, closing the door behind her as she walked towards her husband.

He smiled as he looked up at her, she returned the smile and went to sit beside him. He observed her for a moment before getting back on his task,

Krishna :- I suppose you have some queries for me.

He remarked, though his gaze remained on the curves of his bow. Rukmini sighed, nodding her head slowly,

Rukmini :- Another war knocking our doors tommorow, how hard can people make their own lives when they have the option to live freely and let others free...

She began but Krishna interjected,

Krishna :- In a world run by actions and emotions, no one can be free, my love. People are bound by their actions because they don't focus on action itself but the result of those actions, and when things don't turn out the way they expected, it gives space for emotions to cherish.

Rukmini nodded, glancing at the starry sky outside the window,

Rukmini :- Why is that when a person's end approaches near, he is deemed to make irrational decisions and unknowingly aid what he wants to avoid.

She said, turning to look at her husband, who put his bow aside and wiped his hands from a towel before turning to her.

Krishna :- Maybe you're seeing it the wrong way. It's his actions that make him believe he is doing the right thing. When a person starts to believe that whatever he might do, he can never commit any wrong, he is sure to make decisions that will lead him to his demise.

Rukmini squinted her eyes,

Rukmini :- But Pondrak has been torturing his people for so long, proclaiming himself as the true God, and yet he never dared to march on Dwarika directly for he knew he would not win. What happened now?

Krishna chucked as he got up and went towards the dressing mirror, removing his jewelry one by one.

Krishna :- This can be referred to as a Dictator's trance. When he believes he is walking the right path with all certainty of success, but in reality, he is leading himself nowhere, because either there is no one to correct him or he isn't ready to come back to reality. When I sneaked Jhanvi back, Pondrak lost his patience, and decided to do the one thing he never did before, to march to Dwarika for war.

Rukmini hummed, but her lips pressed, as if she still didn't look satisfied.

Krishna :- It will happen, again and again, every single time. When an invincible embarks to conquer everything, he exposes himself to his weakness, i.e arrogance. Because power corrupts.... and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

He turned to his wife, walking over to her and made her stand up,

Krishna :- Now let's take some rest... another one of the destined tasks is about to be fulfilled.

She smiled back at him and he went over to the bed to lay down on his side while Rukmini went to blow the lamp.



The morning sun painted the skies of Dwarika in hues of reddish and orange, its light glinting off the polished weapons and armors of the assembled army. The vast courtyard near the palace was alive with activity as soldiers prepared for the impending battle. Rows of chariots stood ready, their wheels freshly oiled and reinforced. The elephants, their foreheads adorned with intricate patterns of vermilion and gold, stood tall and regal. Horses neighed, their bridles jangling as they stamped their hooves, eager for the journey ahead. The air thrummed with anticipation, the weight of what lay ahead pressing on every heart.

At the center of this organised chaos stood Krishna and Balram, their commanding presence a beacon of calm amidst the storm. Balram, his massive mace resting on his shoulder, observed the preparations with a critical eye. Soldiers hurried to ensure that every detail was perfect-swords sharpened, shields reinforced, bows strung tight.

Balram :- Everything appears ready. The men are eager, and the Gods are with us.

He said, his deep voice cutting through the noise. Krishna, dressed in his golden armor, his peacock feather crown catching the sunlight, nodded. His expression remained serene, his calm demeanor provided confident to the soldiers.

Krishna :- Indeed, Dau. The time is near.

He said, his voice steady. As they moved among the troops, a lone figure approached them-a spy, his garments dusty from travel. The man bowed deeply before speaking, his voice urgent.

"My lords, Kashiraj Sudakshina has joined Pondrak's forces. His army is vast, and they march together toward Dwarika."

For a moment, there was silence as Balram and Krishna absorbed the news. Balram's hand tightened on the hilt of his mace, a fierce light igniting in his eyes.

Balram :- Fools! Marching toward Dwarika will be the last of their mistakes.

He said with a grim smile. Krishna's expression remained unchanged, his calm gaze fixed on the horizon.

Krishna :- Destiny has a way of leading the cruel and arrogant to their own demise. Let them come.

Balram smirked, nodding at his brother.

Balram :- Then let us ensure they find what they are seeking-destruction.

The two brothers turned and walked back toward the palace, their steps measured, their resolve unwavering.

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Karn was inspecting his chariot, the loaded weapons, especially his inexhaustible quivers. He patted and carefully tended to the horses, who neighed with energy, excited at his presence. A pair of footsteps stopped behind him. He turned to see a warrior standing in front of him, holding a bow, his face reflecting confidence. Karn smiled as the warrior bowed and touched his feet. He made him stand and pulled him in a hug.

Karn :- Maharathi Satyaki, I'm seeing you after a long time.

He said breaking the hug, Satyaki smiled as he nodded.

Satyaki :- Since you left for exile. I will be honoured to fight alongside you... my own Guru... in a battle.

Karn patted his shoulder,

Karn :- I don't think I've taught you anything in comparison to Arjun, who literally made you battle ready, but.... You've definitely grown into the warrior you and I both wanted you to be.

Satyaki nodded with a proud smile,

Satyaki :- I don't compare how much you taught me, you are my Guru and I have learnt so much from you. I will make sure I don't let you down, the battlefield will witness my valour.

Karn nodded and gestured for them to walk together, Satyaki joined him as they went to meet Krishna and Balram.

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By mid-morning, the army of Dwarika stood ready to march. Thousands of soldiers, clad in gleaming armors, formed disciplined ranks. The sounds of drums and war horns echoed through the city as the final preparations were completed. The air was charged with a mix of tension and determination, the kind that precedes a decisive moment in history.

At the palace gates, Rukmini performed the arti for Krishna, Balram, and Karn. She placed a red tilak on each of their foreheads, her whispered prayers carrying a fervent hope for their victory. Krishna met her gaze, offering her a reassuring smile before stepping aside.

Draupadi came towards Karn, her smile reflected her fiery spirit, she placed a hand on his arm, her touch both a gesture of support and a reminder of his strength.

Draupadi :- Destroy them, Arya. Destroy the enemies who dare to threaten Dwarika.

She said firmly. Karn nodded, his expression resolute.

Karn :- I won't give them a chance.

He promised. He drew her into a brief but heartfelt embrace before stepping back. Dhruvsen and Prasen came to him, offering their enthusiasm,

Dhruvsen :- Show them your skills Pitashree!

Prasen :- They would never dare to repeat it again!

Karn smiled and pulled them in a hug, placing kisses on their foreheads,

Karn :- We will have a long talk after we return, vanquishing our enemies.

They nodded cheerfully, and he got up, turning to share a glance with Krishna and Balram. As he moved toward his chariot, Karn noticed Jhanvi standing to the side, her hands clasped in front of her. Her eyes met his, and he walked to her, his steps deliberate.

Jhanvi :- Victory will be ours. Watch my brothers' backs, Karn.

She said softly, he gave her hand a firm squeeze,

Karn :- I will. And when this war is over, I will speak to Dau. I will ask him for your hand in marriage.

Jhanvi's lips curved into a smile, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jhanvi :- You're late, Karn. We were married the day I gave you my heart. Everything else is just ceremony.

Karn chuckled, his eyes warm with affection.

Karn :- So be it.

He said. He inclined his head slightly before turning and striding toward his golden chariot.

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The army's final assembly was a sight to behold. At the head of the formation stood Krishna, Balram, and Karn, each in their chariots, their presence commanding. Krishna's chariot, drawn by four beautiful red horses, bore the emblem of Garuda on its flag, while Balram's was marked with the symbol of the plow. Karn's golden chariot gleamed in the sunlight, its ape-flag fluttering high.

The three warriors exchanged nods, their unspoken bond clear in their shared determination. Together, they raised their conch shells to their lips and blew, the deep, resonant sound reverberating through the courtyard. It was a call to arms, a declaration of readiness, and a signal to begin.

The charioteers snapped their reins, and the horses surged forward, their hooves pounding the ground with rhythm. Behind them, the vast army followed, their movements a coordinated symphony of strength. The rumble of chariot wheels, the trumpeting of elephants, the clatter of weapons, and the steady beat of war drums filled the air.

Dwarika watched as its army marched toward destiny, the spirits of its people lifted by the sight of their protectors heading into battle. The battlefield awaited, and with it, the chance to defend their home, their family, and their honor.



The battlefield stretched wide, its dry, cracked earth a stark contrast to the lush fields beyond. The two massive armies stood in formation, their flags fluttering in the wind and their warriors poised for battle. The armors of Dwarika's soldiers gleamed under the sun, their discipline evident in their perfect lines. Across from them stood Pondrak's army, a patchwork of soldiers bolstered by Kashiraj's vast forces. Their numbers were greater, their banners a sea of defiance, yet their unity seemed tenuous in the face of the Yadavs' unshakable resolve.

Pondrak, clad in opulent robes and wearing an imitation of Krishna's peacock feather crown, stood atop his chariot, surveying the battlefield with a self-assured smile. His gaze fell on the front lines of the Yadav army, and his eyes narrowed when they landed on Karn.

Pondrak :- So, Karn will fight alongside the Yadavs. Even the eldest Pandav, king of Indraprasth has come to witness their foolishness. Look at them, eager to fight God Himself.

He said with a sneer, turning to his companion, Sudakshina. Sudakshina chuckled, his armor rattling as he adjusted his heavy mace.

Sudakshina :- Let them amuse themselves. They will soon realize the futility of opposing Lord Pondrak.

On the other side of the field, Balram stood with Krishna and Karn at the head of the Yadav army. Balram's keen eyes scanned Pondrak's forces, noting their overconfident postures and the display of Pondrak's chariot. He couldn't help but laugh, his deep voice booming across the battlefield.

Balram :- Pondrak! You've gathered quite the army of actors! Truly, they must be the finest band of artists I've ever seen. Tell me, did they rehearse this display for your amusement, or is it meant to frighten us?

He called out, his tone mocking. Pondrak's confident smile faltered as murmurs rippled through his ranks. He gritted his teeth, but before he could respond, Sudakshina stepped forward, raising his voice.

Sudakshina :- Laugh while you can, Balram. You stand before the true Lord Pondrak, the most compassionate and kind among Gods. If you and your brother bow before him and accept his divinity, Lord Pondrak might show mercy and spare your lives.

He said, his tone dripping with disdain. Balram's laughter faded, replaced by a fierce scowl. His hands clenched the hilt of his mace tightly as he glared at Pondrak.

Balram :- You dare to say that again?

He growled, his voice like distant thunder. Pondrak, regaining his composure, smiled slyly.

Pondrak :- Why should I not? The false Krishna's charade ends today.

Before Balram could react, Krishna turned to his brother, speaking in a calming tone,

Krishna :- Dau, do not waste your energy on words. They mean little in the face of action.

He said softly, his voice steady. Krishna's gaze turned to Pondrak, his calm expression unyielding.

Krishna :- Pondrak, you laugh because you believe yourself above us. You claim divinity, yet you fail to understand that war brings only destruction and suffering. I sought to avoid this, but your arrogance leaves no room for peace.

He began, his voice carrying across the battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Krishna :- Even now, the path of surrender remains open to you. But if you desire war, know this: the bloodshed that follows will be your doing. The burden of this choice rests on your shoulders.

Pondrak smirked, unfazed.

Pondrak :- So speaks the trickster. If it is war you wish for, then let it begin.

Raising his conch shell, Pondrak blew a long, resonant note that signaled his army to advance. The sound reverberated across the battlefield, and the soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave, their weapons glinting in the sun. Balram, his temper simmering, turned to his troops.

Balram :- Attack my valiant soldiers!Show them the might of Dwarika!

Krishna raised his own conch shell and blew, the sound mingling with Pondrak's, but its tone was deeper, steadier- filling the foes with sense of challenge. The Yadav army responded instantly, their war cries filling the air as they charged to meet the enemy.

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The clash of the two armies was deafening, a cluster of clanging metals, snapping bowstrings, and the cries of men and animals. Chariots thundered across the battlefield, their wheels carving deep furrows in the earth. Elephants bellowed as they charged, their massive tusks sweeping through ranks of soldiers. The air was thick with the hiss of arrows as they arced through the sky, some finding their mark with precision while others clattered harmlessly to the ground.

Dust and dirt in the air rose and formed a cloud of dust all around. It was so dense that only clashing of maces, twangs of bows, and cries of men were the indication of fights going on. Wind blew across the battlefield, in an attempt to wipe the dust out, but it only made it worse. Soldiers and warriors pressed on relentlessly, undeterred by the challenge.

Karn's chariot surged foreward into the Pondrak's army, his arrows cleaving a path for his charioteer to drive. Sending multiple arrows aimed at each approaching soldier, Karn fired hundreds of arrows within blink of an eye, stupefying the chariot riders and opposing archers.

On the other side, Pondrak's forces pushed forward, their sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm. Kashiraj Sudakshina led his contingent with brutal aggression, his mace crushing shields and scattering soldiers with every swing. Despite their valor, the Yadav warriors found themselves gradually pressed back, the weight of the enemy's numbers taking its toll.

Krishna, observing the ebb and flow of the battle from his chariot, remained calm. His sharp eyes missed nothing as he directed his troops with precision, his strategic mind always a step ahead. Balram, meanwhile, waded into the thick of the fighting, his mace a blur of destruction. Each swing sent enemy soldiers flying, their formations crumbling under his sheer strength.

Balram :- Come on! Face me if you dare!

He roared, his voice carrying over the din. The battlefield became a symphony of chaos, noises of clashing metals, the screams of men, and the thunderous roars of elephants.

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Filled with rage in their hearts, a contingent of horse riders and archers rushed towards Karn, attacking him, his charioteer and horses. They hurled various spears, arrows, and flails at him, the view in front of him was momentarily blocked by the rain of weapons. Karn lit up the sky with his oil dipped darts that he rained on the onslaught, engulfing the scene in fire and smoke. His charioteer did a great job guiding the horses away as Karn's arrows targeted the army like a flood, making them scatter away.

The rathi warriors of Kashi and Pondrak's forces, witnessing the havoc Karn wrought, regrouped and launched a coordinated assault. A wave of chariots surged toward him, their riders armed with deadly astras. Soon, his chariot was surrounded by numerous other chariots, the warriors pulling the bow strings keeping him on the aim. Karn, unshaken, raised his bow and unleashed a relentless barrage of broad-headed arrows. The sky darkened as his shafts arced toward the oncoming warriors, their razor-sharp tips glinting in the sunlight.

The warriors did their best to counter his attacks, releasing their own rain of armour piercing darts, the arrows intercepted in mid air with crackling noise. Soon his chariot was filled with arrows fired on him from all sides. But with a never ending stream of precise arrows, Karn blocked them before they could reach him or his charioteer, he then sent multiple blood thirsty darts towards each of the warriors, their charioteers, horses, flags, and chariots.

The enemy chariots were struck with terrifying force-wheels shattered, horses fell, and warriors were thrown from their vehicles. Yet, the rathi warriors, driven by desperation and pride, held their ground, advancing despite the storm of arrows.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield, Krishna's chariot sliced through the ranks of enemy generals and Maharathis. His well-aimed pointy darts flew in swift succession, striking with such precision that no enemy could withstand him. Chariots toppled, swords fell from lifeless hands, and soldiers scattered before his might. Krishna's calm demeanor belied the devastation he brought as he systematically dismantled the leaders of the opposing army, breaking their morale beyond recovery.

Balram, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of destruction. His mace smashed through shields and shattered spears, sending soldiers fleeing in terror. Those brave - or foolish - enough to face him met swift and brutal ends. Seeing the foot soldiers falter, Pondrak turned to his brother Randhir.

Pondrak :- Randhir! Balram's mace is terrifying our men. You must deal with him!

He raged, his voice carrying over the chaos. Randhir nodded grimly. Grabbing his bow, he leaped onto his chariot and drove toward Balram.

Randhir :- Yadav! Face me if you dare!

He roared as he approached. Balram, hearing the challenge, turned with a smirk. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he raised his bow to meet Randhir's.

Balram :- So, you've come to meet your end.

He said, his voice taunting. The duel began with a volley of arrows that streaked through the air like lightning bolts. Balram and Randhir countered each other's astras with equal skill, their arrows colliding mid-air in bursts of light. The sky above them became a chaotic scene of fire and steel, their archery a sight to watch.

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While the duel raged, Karn continued his onslaught against the rathi warriors. Changing between types of arrows with speed that left his opponents confused about his next attack. He unleashed a volley of oil dipped arrows with fire burning tips that scattered his enemies all around.

The group that had challenged him found themselves outmatched as Karn switched to a new strategy. With his inexhaustible quivers, he fired long, pointy arrows in rapid succession, targeting their weapons and chariots with unerring precision. Swords and shields were shattered, chariot wheels splintered, and steeds collapsed under the barrage. One by one, the rathi warriors were forced to retreat, their confidence shattered by Karn's relentless assault.

Karn's golden chariot carved a path deep into the enemy army, his arrows never ceasing. The cavalry and foot soldiers retreated in every direction beyond the reach of Karn's arrows. Seeing this, the elephant battalion of Kashi rushed at him, their massive forms thundering across the battlefield, making the ground tremble. Karn switched to shorter, funnel - pointed arrows. These specialized shafts struck with brutality, piercing the warriors atop the elephants and driving deep into the animals' hides. He shattered the massive swords tied to trunks of elephants before they came close.

The elephants, pained and disoriented, roared in frustration. Unable to maintain control, the mahouts were thrown from their mounts as the great beasts ran amok, trampling their own ranks in their frenzy. The battlefield descended into chaos as Pondrak's army struggled to contain the rampaging animals.

From his chariot, Sudakshina watched in horror as his forces crumbled. His soldiers scattered before Karn's might, and his elephant battalion was in disarray. Clenching his fists, he turned to his charioteer.

Kashiraj :- Drive toward Karn. If he wants destruction, I will deliver it to him personally.

Karn, still standing tall on his chariot, saw Kashiraj's chariot approaching. A fierce determination lit his eyes as he readied his bow, preparing for the confrontation.

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Meanwhile, Balram and Randhir's duel escalated to a ferocious level. Balram's arrows, swift and deadly, sliced through Randhir's defenses, while Randhir's own astras countered with equal ferocity. The clash seemed evenly matched until Balram, with a well-placed shot, severed Randhir's bowstring in mid-draw.

Randhir's eyes flared with rage as he cast aside his broken bow. Grabbing his mace, he leaped from his chariot and charged toward Balram. Swinging his mace at soldiers to clear his way towards his enemy.

Balram, ever eager for a worthy opponent, grinned. He descended from his own chariot, his mace in hand, and met Randhir head-on. The two titans clashed with earth - shattering force, their weapons colliding in a deafening sound. Each swing of their maces sent shockwaves through the battlefield, clearing a circle around them as soldiers on both sides watched in awe.

The battlefield turned to the scene of utter chaos. Krishna continued to weave through the enemy ranks, eliminating key generals. He covered the ground around him with his arrows, which splattered the scene with blood. Balram and Randhir's duel raged on, their strength and skill evenly matched, each blow forcing the nearby soldiers to step aside and watch with curiosity.

Pondrak, watching from a distance, gritted his teeth in frustration. His carefully organised plans were unraveling before his eyes. But he refused to admit defeat. With his chariot positioned at the rear, he prepared to unleash his next move, determined to turn the tide of battle in his favor. As the sun climbed higher, the battlefield echoed with the sounds of clashing weapons, war cries, and the unyielding resolve of warriors on both sides.

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Amidst the frenzy, two Maharathis squared off in a duel that drew the eyes of many - Karn and Sudakshina. Karn's chariot raced across the battlefield, he unleashed a storm of arrows at Sudakshina. Sudakshina met Karn's assault with his own shower of darts. The air between them was filled with whistling arrows, their sharp heads colliding mid-air with such force that shards of splintered wood rained down. Each strike was more powerful than the last, neither giving the other an inch of ground. Twangs from their bows as they rained arrows at each other filled the hearts of soldiers with fear.

Sudakshina gritted his teeth and loosed ten swift arrows in rapid succession. His aim was true - two arrows pierced Karn's horses, causing them to rear and scream in pain. Two more struck Karn's charioteer, who slumped painfully in his seat. The remaining six arrows found their mark on Karn's arms, shoulder, neck, and legs, drawing blood that trickled down his golden armor.

Sudakshina :- Your time is near, Karn. Say your prayers and remember your loved ones before I send you to your end.

He called out, his voice loud and mocking. Satyaki, who was duelling nearby, asked his charioteer to drive towards Karn to give assistance. But he was blocked by Sudakshina's brothers, Amar and Arunasva, challenging him for a fight. He met their attacks face on, showering arrows at both of them.

Karn, though wounded, showed no sign of faltering. His jaw tightened as a spark of rage ignited in his eyes.

Karn :- You will regret those words.

He growled, reaching for a special quiver at his side. From it, he drew flat, three-headed arrows, their edges honed razor-sharp from relentless grinding against rocks. Each arrow gleamed with deadly intent as Karn nocked them to his bow and pulled the string taut.

He fired in a rapid volley, his arrows screaming through the air like a storm. Sudakshina struggled to counter the onslaught, his movements growing desperate as he parried with his bow. Despite his best efforts, several arrows found their mark, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. One of Karn's darts struck his bow making it shatter into pieces, leaving Sudakshina momentarily defenseless.

Karn seized the moment. With calculated precision, he fired at the warriors protecting Sudakshina's chariot wheels, sending them tumbling to the ground. Sudakshina snarled, grabbing another bow from his arsenal. He stringed it in an instant and pulled it back to release a loud twang, giving another challenge He refused to yield, raising the new weapon and firing back at Karn, their deadly duel continuing.

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Balram and Randhir's mace duel raged with intensity. Sparks flew with each clash, the sheer force of their strikes shaking the ground. Randhir, though strong and skilled, soon began to falter under Balram's overwhelming power. His swings grew slower, his breath more labored, while Balram remained unyielding, his strikes growing fiercer with every passing moment.

Balram's mace struck Randhir's weapon with such force that it splintered, leaving the younger warrior defenseless. Enraged and desperate, Randhir lunged at Balram with his fists, but the elder Yadav easily sidestepped him. With a swift blow, Balram sent Randhir sprawling to the ground, battered and beaten.

Balram picked up the defeated warrior by his armor as if he weighed nothing and hurled him through the air. Randhir's body landed near Pondrak's chariot, stirring the dust around him. Pondrak, distracted by the sight, turned his attention to his fallen brother.

Seeing Randhir defeated, Pondrak's rage boiled over. Grabbing his bow, he nocked an arrow and aimed it at Balram, his fury clouding his judgment. But before he could release the shot, Krishna's sharp eyes caught the movement. With a single, swift motion, Krishna fired a precise arrow that shattered Pondrak's mid-air dart before it could reach its target. Krishna's chariot slowed, and he called out to Pondrak, his voice calm.

Krishna :- Pondrak, do you forget the rules of war? To attack an unarmed warrior is an act of cowardice.

Pondrak snarled, his pride wounded. Without heeding Krishna's words, he loosed another volley of arrows, this time aimed directly at Krishna. The Lord of Dwarika countered with ease, each of his arrows striking Pondrak's mid-flight and neutralizing them. The exchange became a rhythm of action and counteraction, Pondrak's frustration growing as Krishna remained untouchable.

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Karn and Sudakshina's duel grew more and more intense. Both warriors called upon powerful astras, their weapons imbued with divine energy. Sudakshina summoned the Agni Astra, a flaming arrow that blazed toward Karn with searing heat. Karn countered with the Varun Astra, a shower of water followed the astra that doused the flames, neutralizing the assault.



Sudakshina, unrelenting, summoned a swirling ball of energy that crackled with power. He launched it toward Karn, but the golden warrior responded with pinpoint precision, summoning a shakti astra and destroying the energy ball with a single shot. The battlefield lit up with the collision, a shockwave rippling through the ranks of soldiers who watched in awe.

Karn fired an arrow that moved with a dark cloud towards the sky and created a vortex that released large boulder on Sudakshina, who in desperation, charged his mace with mantra and hurled it towards the boulder, shattering it in mid air. He then summoned a glowing astra and fired towards the vortex, making it vanish.

Sudakshina let loose another rain of arrows and in between them, fired a special astra which had a chakra attached to the tip. Karn, with a group of flat headed arrows, destroyed the approaching arrows and cleverly with a round head arrow, deflected the astra mid air.

Meanwhile Satyaki overwhelmed and overpowered the brothers and with a sharp, pinpoint arrow, he beheaded Amar, making his head go tumbling on the ground. Arunasva was enraged but he couldn't withstand Satyaki's shower of pointy arrows and had to flee towards his elder brother.

Karn, deciding the duel had raged enough, summoned the Mahendra Astra, which transformed on his arrow, making it glow with a bluish black hue. He aimed and fired it towards the sky. The sky darkened as the projectiles of countless types of arrows descended upon Sudakshina like a hurricane.



The enemy king barely managed to deflect them, his movements frantic as he expended every ounce of his strength. But the shower wiped out 3000 soldiers and warriors, 700 horses and 400 elephants that were aiding him. Arunasva was killed in the attack.

But Karn was not finished. From his quiver, he drew a single, crescent - shaped arrow, its edges gleaming like polished silver. Karn placed it on his bow and pulled the string back to his ear, his muscles straining with the effort. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and let the arrow fly.

The arrow whistled through the air, cutting through the battlefield like a comet. Kashiraj had no time to react as it struck him square in the chest. The force of the impact threw him from his chariot, and his lifeless body hit the ground with a thud.

For a moment, silence fell over the battlefield as Sudakshina's soldiers paused, their leader's death sending a ripple of fear through their ranks. Karn lowered his bow, his gaze steady as he watched his opponent fall.

The tide of the battle had shifted decisively, and the warriors of Dwarika surged forward with renewed vigor. Karn stood tall amidst the chaos, his golden armor streaked with blood but his resolve unshaken. His chariot turned towards the next wave of enemies, ready to face whatever came next.

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The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as Krishna and Pondrak faced off, their chariots circling each other. The chaos of war raged around them - shouts, clanging metal, and cries of the wounded - but for those watching, this duel was the heart of the battle. Pondrak stood tall on his chariot, his face flushed with anger, his peacock - feather crown a mockery of Krishna's true divinity.

Pondrak :- You cannot escape me, trickster! Today, your lies end, and the world shall see the true Krishna!

He roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Krishna smiled, showing neither anger nor amusement. Dressed in golden armor, the peacock feather in his crown fluttering in the wind, he radiated an aura of serene authority.

Krishna :- Pondrak, you've brought this war upon yourself. You chose arrogance over humility, destruction over peace. Whatever happens now is the weight of your choices.

He said. Pondrak gritted, raising his bow. With a chant under his breath, he fired a barrage of arrows infused with mantras. They screamed through the air, their deadly tips aimed at Krishna's heart.

Krishna, unfazed, raised his own bow and released a volley of arrows. His shafts struck Pondrak's arrows mid-flight, shattering them with a precision that left the air filled with fragments of splintered wood and fletching. Each clash resonated like thunder, subduing any other war cry.

Pondrak nocked another arrow, chanting an incantation. When he released it, the arrow soared high into the sky, bursting into a dazzling array of weapons - swords, spears, maces - all glimmering with divine energy. The conjured arsenal rained down toward Krishna with terrifying speed, threatening to overwhelm him.

Krishna pulled back the string of his bow, and the loud twang sent a ripple through the battlefield. The single arrow he released split the air, cutting through the cascade of weapons. One by one, the conjured swords and spears shattered, their divine glow extinguished as fragments rained harmlessly to the ground.

Pondrak's eyes widened in frustration, his composure cracking. Krishna, unhurried, responded with a swift series of twelve arrows, each finding its mark. The shafts struck Pondrak's arms, legs, and chest, wounding him deeply and forcing him to drop his bow. The final arrow snapped his weapon in two, leaving Pondrak momentarily defenseless.

Seeing their king in peril, Pondrak's warriors rushed forward, determined to aid him. However, they found their path blocked by Karn and Satyaki. They unleashed a hail of arrows so dense that it created a wall. The warriors battered against it but could not break through. Karn fired relentlessly, keeping them occupied, the warriors turned their attacks to him, which left Pondrak on his own.

Enraged by Krishna's calm defiance and his own mounting failures, Pondrak seized his mace. He chanted a mantra, imbuing the weapon with energy, and hurled it toward Krishna with all his might. The mace blazed through the air like a comet, its head glowing.

Krishna remained composed. He fired a single arrow imbued with the essence of a powerful astra. The arrow struck the mace mid-air, shattering it into harmless sparks that faded into the wind. Pondrak summoned a gleaming sword, its blade shimmering with dark energy. With a furious cry, he hurled it at Krishna.

But Krishna's response was swift. A single arrow from his bow sliced the sword cleanly in half before it could reach him.



Frustrated, Pondrak repeated the assault with other weapons, each more powerful than the last, but Krishna's arrows met them all in mid-air, reducing them to useless fragments.

Pondrak :- Enough of your tricks, Krishna! You dare to destroy my divine weapons with your illusions? Is there no end to your deceit?

He shouted, his voice trembling with rage. Krishna's gaze met Pondrak's fiery glare.

Krishna :- Your accusations hold no meaning. You chose this war, and now you bear the burden of its destruction. Divine weapons were created to uphold dharm and justice, not to serve the whims of arrogance. When they are misused, they lose their purpose and their power.

Pondrak, his frustration boiling over, raised his hand and summoned his chakra glowing with a menacing light. It hovered above him, crackling with power.

Pondrak :- You speak of dharm, yet you oppose me, the true Krishna! This war is not over. With this chakra, I will end you, Balram, and the entire Yadav clan!

Krishna's calm demeanor did not waver. Raising his hand, he summoned his Sudarshan Chakra, the divine discus that gleamed with an aura. The air around Krishna seemed to hum with energy as the weapon materialized, spinning rapidly and radiating a blinding light.

Krishna :- Very well, Pondrak. Let us end this.

Both warriors hurled their chakras simultaneously. The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the two divine weapons streaked toward each other, their light illuminating the faces of soldiers on both sides. The clash of the chakras sent a shockwave through the air, momentarily halting the fighting as everyone turned to watch.

The collision created a burst of light so intense that it forced many to shield their eyes. When the light faded, Krishna's Sudarshan Chakra emerged victorious, slicing through Pondrak's weapon as though it were made of paper. The remains of Pondrak's chakra disintegrated into sparks, leaving him defenseless.

The Sudarshan Chakra continued its path, cutting through the air with deadly precision. It struck Pondrak in the chest, its spinning edge cleaving through him effortlessly.

His crown tumbled from his head as his lifeless body fell from the chariot, landing with a dull thud on the bloodstained earth. For a moment, the battlefield was silent, the death of Pondrak leaving his army stunned. Their leader, who had declared himself a God, lay dead, his claims of divinity shattered by Krishna's unerring justice. Krishna lowered his hand, his expression serene.

Krishna :- And so, dharm is restored.

He said softly, more to himself than to anyone else. Balram, his mace resting on his shoulder, turned to address the remaining soldiers of Pondrak's army.

Balram :- Your king is dead! Surrender now, or meet the same fate!

The soldiers, their morale broken and their forces in disarray, dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The battle was over.

Krishna's chariot moved towards Karn, who stood among the defeated warriors he had held at bay. The two warriors exchanged a nod, their unspoken understanding clear. Together, they turned to survey the battlefield, their victory a testament to their strength, skill, and unwavering commitment to dharm.

The battlefield was quiet now, the air no longer filled with the clash of weapons and cries of warriors. Instead, the triumphant sound of conch shells rang out, their resonant tones echoing across the plains. Krishna, Balram, and Karn stood at the forefront of the victorious Yadav army, their faces filled with a quiet pride. The warriors behind them raised their weapons in cheers, the once - tense air now charged with jubilation. The three leaders lowered their conch shells and exchanged a look of camaraderie. The battle was over, and they had triumphed.

Krishna :- Let us return to Dwarika. Our people await us.

He said, his voice steady yet warm.



The road back to Dwarika was lined with jubilant citizens, their cheers and praises filling the air. The sound of drums and trumpets accompanied the procession, the rhythmic beats reverberating through the streets. Flower petals rained down from balconies as the victorious army marched through the city gates, their armor glinting in the sunlight.

At the palace, the queens waited anxiously, their eyes scanning the procession for their husbands. Rukmini, Subhadra, Draupadi, and Jhanvi stood together, their expressions a mixture of relief and joy as they spotted Krishna, Balram, and Karn leading the procession.

Rukmini :- They've returned.

She whispered, her hand clutching her sari as her gaze softened.

Draupadi :- And they're victorious!

She added, exhaling deeply, her heart finally at ease. As the chariots pulled to a halt, Dhruvsen broke away from the gathered family, his small legs carrying him swiftly toward Karn.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree!

He called out, his voice filled with excitement. Karn stepped down from his chariot, his golden armor streaked with dust and scratches, yet he stood tall and proud. He knelt as Dhruvsen reached him, scooping the boy up into his arms.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree, you won! I knew you would!

He exclaimed, his eyes shining. Karn smiled, ruffling the boy's hair.

Karn :- And you? Did you take care of everyone while I was gone?

Dhruvsen puffed out his chest proudly.

Dhruvsen :- Yes, Pitashree! I made sure no one was scared.

Karn chuckled.

Karn :- Well done, my son. You've been a true warrior in my absence.

As Dhruvsen wrapped his arms around Karn's neck, his gaze fell on the cuts and scratches adorning his father's arms and neck. His small fingers brushed over a particularly deep scratch, his face filled with concern.

Dhruvsen :- Does it hurt, Pitashree?

Karn shook his head, his smile reassuring.

Karn :- These wounds, my boy, are a warrior's jewels. They are reminders of battles fought for dharm.

Dhruvsen nodded solemnly, his admiration for his father evident. Karn placed him back on the ground as Draupadi approached, her expression a mix of relief and affection. Karn met her gaze, nodding slightly, and she returned his nod with a warm smile.

Without a word, Draupadi began to help him remove the heavy shoulder armor he wore. Her fingers moved deftly, her touch gentle as she unfastened the straps.

Draupadi :- Wow.... you look worse than I expected.

She remarked observing his injuries.

Karn :- I did face a worthy opponent.

He said with a smile as she removed the straps on his forearms. Just then, Balram approached with a wide smile. His mace rested on his shoulder, but his eyes shone with gratitude.

Balram :- Karn, you fought alongside us with honor. You didn't have to, yet you stood by our side. For that, I thank you.

He said, his voice hearty, Karn straightened, his expression humble.

Karn :- I only did what I felt was right.

Balram clapped a hand on Karn's shoulder.

Balram :- And for that, I owe you a debt. Ask for any boon, and I shall grant it.

Karn glanced at Krishna, who gave him a subtle nod of encouragement. He then turned his gaze toward Jhanvi, who stood slightly behind the others, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, Karn spoke.

Karn :- Dau, if it pleases you, I wish to marry Jhanvi.

Balram's expression softened, his smile broadening. He glanced at Jhanvi, whose cheeks flushed pink, her gaze dropping shyly.

Balram :- Karn, that is already settled. You cannot leave Dwarika before marrying her, so you'll have to ask for something else.

He said with a chuckle. Karn hesitated for a moment, then his expression grew thoughtful.

Karn :- If that is the case. I ask for Subhadra's hand in marriage for my younger brother, Arjun.

He said slowly. At this, Subhadra, who had been standing quietly, turned bright red. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her sari as her wide eyes darted toward her brothers. Balram raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident.

Balram :- Subhadra? When did this love story begin?

He said, his tone teasing. Subhadra stammered, her words stumbling over each other in her embarrassment.

Subhadra :- I... that is... we...

She trailed off, her cheeks burning as she avoided her brothers' gazes. Balram threw his head back and laughed heartily.

Balram :- Ah, so the rumors were true! Very well, Karn. I accept your proposal.

He turned to Subhadra with a mischievous grin.

Balram :- Tell me, dear sister, are you happy with this arrangement?

Subhadra nodded shyly, her face still glowing with color.

Subhadra :- Yes, Dau.

She said softly. Balram nodded, turning back to Karn.

Balram :- Then it's settled. Send word to Arjun. Both brothers shall get married together.

The family shared a laugh, the light-hearted moment lifting the weight of the recent battle. Krishna smiled, his gaze soft as he watched his siblings. Karn, standing amidst the joy and camaraderie, felt a deep sense of belonging-a feeling he had rarely known.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the palace, the family gathered to celebrate their victory and the new bonds that would soon unite them further.



The gardens of Dwarika stood still beneath the silver veil of the full moon, the scent of jasmine wafting in the air, yet it went unnoticed by Jhanvi. Her world was consumed by the man laying beside her on the bench, his head resting on her lap, the man she had longed for through the endless span of years.

Her fingers tangled in Karn's long, dark hair, gently playing with the strands as her gaze wandered over the face she had memorized in her dreams. Seven years of absence, of longing, of yearning for the touch of his hand, the sound of his voice. But now, he was here. And she could scarcely believe it.

Jhanvi :- You've gotten more handsome, Arya.

She whispered, her words barely breaking the silence of the night. Her hand resting against his chest, she traced lazy circles, his heart beating a rhythm only she could understand.

Karn sat up, his arms tightening around her as if to keep her there forever. His sharp gaze flicked to her face, a brow arched in quiet surprise. Jhanvi, ever perceptive, grinned.

Jhanvi :- What? It's not like we're strangers now. We're getting married in a few days, Arya. If anyone has the right to call you that, it's me. Unless... Do you think otherwise?

Her eyes glinted with playful mischief as she leaned in closer. A slow smile spread across Karn's lips.

Karn :- Oh, my love, I never said you couldn't call me that. But hearing you say it... It does something to me. You have no idea.

He murmured, his voice thick with something tender and teasing all at once. His hand cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

Her heart stumbled at the intensity of his words, and for a moment, the teasing aura between them shifted into something deeper. She tugged gently at his hair, a playful challenge in her eyes.

Jhanvi :- Then get used to it, Arya. I plan on saying it for the rest of our lives.

Karn chuckled, the sound rich and warm, pulling her even closer, his voice dropping to a deeper, more hushed tone.

Karn :- Oh, I'm counting on it. I plan to make you say it as often as possible.

Jhanvi let out a soft laugh, her fingers resting against his chest, but she shook her head, a tender smile tugging at her lips.

Jhanvi :- What happened to the shy prince I fell in love with? The one who used to blush when I looked at him? Now you're bold, cheeky, and completely insufferable.

Karn's smirk never faltered as he raised a brow, his hands tracing down her back, pulling her into his embrace.

Karn :- The shy prince is still here, my love. But time apart has a way of changing a man. Especially when the one he loves is far away. I learned to cherish the moments when I could hold you, when I could be with you like this.

He replied, his tone playful, but his eyes softened as they met hers. Jhanvi's breath hitched slightly as she felt the weight of his words sink in. The years apart, the heartache, the unspoken emotions-they all came rushing back. She looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper.

Jhanvi :- And now... you don't hold back?

Karn's expression softened, his gaze intense as he cradled her face in his hands, brushing his thumb over her skin.

Karn :- No, I don't want to hold back. Not anymore. Especially not when it comes to you.

He said, his voice a low, husky promise. Her heart fluttered, her pulse quickening at the sincerity in his eyes. She leaned into his touch, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, as if memorizing the feel of him once more. The teasing had always been part of their bond, but this, this was different. There was no more space for doubt, no more uncertainty between them. Just love.

Jhanvi :- You always knew how to make my heart race, Arya. Even when you were pretending to be that shy, uncertain prince.

Karn's lips brushed against her forehead, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Karn :- Pretending? No, Jhanvi, I just saved all my boldness for you.

He murmured, his voice filled with a quiet certainty. Her eyes softened, and her lips curved into a smile that spoke volumes of the love she held for him.

Jhanvi :- And I'm so glad you did, because now, nothing will come between us. Not time. Not distance. Nothing.

She said, her hands resting on his chest as she pulled him closer. Karn's arms tightened around her, his voice barely more than a breath against her ear.

Karn :- Nothing, my love. We have all the time we need now.

Under the glowing moon, in the quiet solitude of Dwarika's gardens, the world felt distant. All that mattered was the two of them, entwined in a love that had been tested by time but had never wavered. And as the stars looked down upon them, they knew-this was just the beginning.



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