When everything was happening in Aryavart, far away in secluded mountain Mahendra three youngsters had completed their education and were leaving the ashram of sixth Avatar of lord Vishnu himself. Among three one was a student of Bhagwan Parshuram who learnt everything from him and was here since childhood, this was none other than Prince of brahamnagri Vrishasen. While two others were grand students of Bhagwan Parshuram Abhimanyu student of Karna and lakhman student of Gangaputra Devratha. Two of them came to Mahendragiri one year before because their teacher asked to be tested by best whether they are capable enough to have tridev Astra, most destructive astra/Shastra. Three of them bonded in this one year and are like brothers born from different mothers. They gelled almost too easily but the similar thought process liking etc were main reason behind it. Three of them may seem laid back, easily going but they were fearsome warriors. Even in simple dhoti and angavastram their sculpted bodies of warriors couldn't be hidden from anyone. Three of them were handsome young men with having different charm about them which could trap any woman and make them fall for them. Three of them left the ashram after their training ended and after getting blessings of divine couple. They were riding horses as fast as they could in the common direction of Brahamnagri but their journey came to a sudden halt as on their break for lunch, news of a difficult war in the birders of Hastinapur reached their ears. Vrishsen and Abhimanyu immediately looked towards Lakshman and as expected his face was not looking any good. Both of them know how much lakhman misses his family in Hastinapur especially his father and younger brothers. News of war was like someone pulled out lungs from him. Similar was the case of Abhimanyu when he heard upapandavas also participated in the war. The information gained from common citizens couldn't be taken as they say because exaggeration, false truth are always among them as the royal do try to manipulate such information but all this was of no consequence for three of them.

Lakhman was eldest in the group but if they know it was Vrishsen that was most mature and stable. Vrishsen took matter in his hand and tell them to leave for Hastinapur and Dwarka. Being close brothers, how could he not know about his two friends/ brothers? He encouraged them to go and ge will explain to elders in brahamnagri. He knew if they didn't leave they would be psychologically not present even if they were physically right there. Both Lakshman and Abhimanyu gave a look of gratitude to Vrishsen who smiled gently at them. Three friends then parted there to reach different destinations. Vrishsen continued in his journey of brahamnagri, Abhimanyu was going towards Dwarka while lakshman sped towards Hastinapur.

Lakhman didn't stop for anything except for food and water on his journey to Hastinapur, next afternoon. But before going there he decided to disguise himself first. After that he reached the borders but it was very different from what he remembers. The soldiers were roaming and were on guard seeing an individual approach. They stopped the now slightly older Lakhman with long beard and moustache who looked like a Brahmin. The times were dire in Hastinapur especially so they never took anything lightly but Brahmins had to be given proper respect lest they could curse. The soldiers politely gave water to him and asked him to wait as the way to Hastinapur is filled with illusion and someone will come to escort him to gain audience with the king but he had to wait as there was a difficult war so they were being cautious. Lakshman nodded he knew he would encounter such things so he did what he could, wait.

Soon someone came there to escort him but what's shocking was that the one who came was definitely royal. His clothes, posture depict that. Lakhman's eyes were almost brimming because even after so many years he could guess the identity of the newcomer. It was none other than the son of Dhussan himself, younger brother of Lakshman Drumsen, who was patrolling the borders with his other brothers.

Drumsen : Pranipat Bramin mahoday, i am Drumsen, son of temporary king Dhussan. Please allow me to escort you to the palace to gain an audience with Maharaj.

Upon getting confirmation of his guess, lakhman's eyes were almost brimming but he controlled his emotions. He saw his younger brother after so many years, a boy he used to tease, take care and play with has grown up so much and become so excellent but he missed his childhood. He who promised the children of his uncles that he would be there like his father is for all uncles failed his promise. He felt a knife plunged into him but he also swelled in pride as his younger brother became such an excellent man. He can see Drumsen was an amazing warrior, his body, posture etc told him these things. He was nothing but proud and elated. He couldn't speak because he was not sure he could control his emotions and run to hug his brother, so he nodded.

On the other hand Drumsen was also observing the Brahmin in front of him, yet couldn't help but think there was a relationship between them. Drumsen always had such sharp intuition since his childhood, he could tell the person in front of him had no ill intention. But something about him is inviting him to have a hug. He could also tell Brahmin was a warrior or had some form of training which wasn't much surprising to him especially after the environment he has grown in. The eyes of Brahmin surprised it was not surprising that he knew him as he was prince of Hastinapur and among prominent ones but the emotions that those eyes portray were surprising and those eyes were familiar but he couldn't pinpoint. Maybe this was the reason even after getting just nod after his own introduction he didn't feel offended or think the opposite party was rude or something, he just told him to follow him.

In a room where there was nothing but quietness, there lay a man who was covered with salve from below neck to his toes and his eyes were closed. This was none other than King of Hastinapur, Duryodhana for whose well being entire Hastinapur was praying be it royals or commoners but he away from everything and without knowing anything was in his subconscious and what was most surprising was he wasn't alone there but two other people who have exact same features except different colours of clothes were there. On his left was wearing black while on his right wore white while he himself wore blue his favourite colour but all three of them were devoid of jewelry or anything else.

White : Wake up, Duryodhana. Your family is waiting for you. Don't you want to meet your mother, sister, wife and children? You have to wake up to meet them.

Black : What the hell are you saying, he gas to wake up for himself. What family you are talking about. Ones in Hastinapur who left him alone in his most dire times and after that left all responsibilities on him. Or ones who abandoned him because he did what was right getting revenge for his father's insult. He has to get up but for himself. He is King of Hastinapur which he desires since his childhood.

White : Shut up, what are you saying. Only thing he desires is love, not some materialistic things.

Black : Love? What did he receive after having such expectations? Everyone he loved left him alone. His brothers knew he was alone but left him.

White : Because he asked them to.

Black : So What? Will he left them if they have such problems. No, right he wouldn't but look what others did to him. Leave his brothers at least they are with him physically if not emotionally. Let's talk about others, who do you want to start from. Oh let's talk about his mother. She blindfolded because she got married to his father a blind man. She spent her life in satisfying her husband, elder by being a good queen but what about being good mother.

White : She is a good mother, who loves all her children. Don't speak ill about her.

Black : Oh!!! Let's see then. She never gave much time to her children in their childhood. Does she even know how he looks. No right.

White : What are you speaking of? She took out time for her children.

Black : Nope, she didn't do enough. Even if i agree with you there but what did she did after that day. She left, abandoned him for good. Is this what mother should do. Not only her but Dhushala whom he practically raised as daughter left him too. Why did they do this to him for that arrogant dhrupad Kanya? Even bhanumati whom he loved with all his heart, even though he abducted her, he respected her. Did everyone forget that? Bhanumati did worse: he left with children, the lifeline of him and now he is alone he has to realise and accept it.

White : You are so wrong. He isn't alone, his family loves him. His brothers could die for him, his mother loves him and so is his wife and children. You are misguiding. Not only that he has love for the entire Hastinapur elders etc.

Black : Yes same people who thought bhim as bad omen. Don't give him false hope they would revert back as soon as those Pandavas come back. Its won't be first time either remember partition. He has to wake up but for himself and no one else.

Duryodhana had enough of his counterpart speaking so he shouted Stop. He couldn't believe he was having such a conversation.

With Lakhman,

Lakhman saw a completely different Hastinapur following his younger brother. Though he came back after such a long time, he never forgot about Hastinapur. He saw prosperity here but for some reason the atmosphere is dull. He couldn't help but ask a soldier traveling with them about it but it was Drumsen himself who spoke. He told him about everything, the shock, fear and dread that lakhman was experiencing was not something that could be expressed, the pace of them traveling increased. Lakhman couldn't believe what he was listening to and about the critical condition of his father, he couldn't care less about his disguise any further. He sped up so was the rest of them. Upon reaching the palace he saw how citizens were sitting there to pray and were served by royals themselves. It spoke volume about love, respect and care that they had for his father and qualities of his father as ruler.

Seeing a youth barging and soldiers along with Drumsen coming there everyone became alert. Lakshman was apparahend but only because he didn't resist as he didn't want to fight his family. There was chaos there. Everyone was vary because this youth could be assassin, this commotion attracted the attention of everyone. Dhussan also came there, soldier was escorting Lakshman to dungeon as justice will be delivered next day but Dhussan stopped them because when he saw the young brahman he narrowed his eyes because familiarities he shared with his jyeshtha. He wasn't an exact replica of hum or something but eyes, nose facial features could easily be called that of his Jyeshtha. He became more suspicious when youth surrendered seeing them with weapons, he inow spy or assassin would for last ditch effort or kill himself but this youth didn't do such things. He came close to young man and his eyes widened especially seeing the eyes of youth and emotions they held in them. He immediately hold his shoulder and spoke one word that shocked everyone.

Dhussan : Lakshman!!!!

Lakhman who was withholding everything could hold it any longer and started crying. Dhussan immediately engulfed him in his embrace.

Dhussan : I know you are Lakshman Putra.

Lakshman : Ji Kakashree.

Rest came there and heard conversation, tears were in their eyes. After dreadful past days, finally good news: the crown prince returned to Hastinapur. They know it was a crucial time especially for Duryodhana. Tearful reunion happened among family members. But all this came to halt when Lakshman asked to see his father, other were worried because the condition Duryodhana was in and how would Lakshman feel after seeing him but it was necessary they know that may be a miracle could happen to jyestha after hearing his son so Dhussan told Drumsen to take him to vaidyashala.

WITH DURYODHANA,

Duryodhana who screamed at his counterpart was now alone in his own subconscious, he was thinking about everything he heard from them. Surprisingly the black counterpart has lot to say and white couldn't refute him. He thought deeply about what was said, he could say he agree with both of them. He felt all alone but also know love his family have for him. He thinks whether he should just embrace the everlasting peace, he can try to wake up but for what he has arranged everything for his brothers and their families and told Dhussan to do needful, his mother and sister is safe and hopefully happy away for him a bad omen, his children must have grown up and may forgot about him. So for whom he should wake up, yes he felt abandoned by his mother and wife, they took such decisions themselves without thinking about him once, he was cruel, insensitive person to them, he questioned did they ever love him but he know they do love him he remembers the breakdown of his lovely wife, her tears her words that have affected him so much and given him hope but now he had nothing. He could wake up but should he was questioning.

“Pitashree '' was the voice he heard, he so desperately wanted to open his eyes but couldn't. Only two people call him that and from male voice he knows the voice belongs to his son but since he couldn't open his eyes again his thoughts drifted to pessimism but it's human nature. He started thinking if he was a good father, did his children need him, want him or be with a person like him. His son may have come hearing his condition and after fighting with his mother as she may not want his son to meet him etc. etc.

Lakhman who talked with Drumsen who was upset that he chose to disguise but their talk was cut short as they reached the chamber in which Duryodhana was resting. Upon seeing the condition of Duryodhana, Lakshman knelt down and cried out “Pitashree ''. Drumsen who was beside him gently squeezed his shoulder, he asked Lakshman to leave as no one was allowed here but Lakshman didn't move he just sat there and asked for a messenger bird. Drumsen told him how the condition of Duryodhana was deteriorating. He wrote a letter to lakhmana, his sister and stayed beside his father silently but tears never stopped from his eyes.