May the festival of lights bring forth happiness in you homes!!







The night was calm and peaceful, with the moon spreading its calming light all over the earth. Under the moonlight, nature painted beautiful and mesmerizing scenes.

This gentle moonlight graced the room of the Maharaja of Indraprastha, where his regal queen stood, leaning on the balcony. Her long, beautiful hair flowed freely, and she wore a simple, pure white dress. Her skin radiated like the moon itself, adorned with only sindoor, a crimson streak against her dark locks. The moonlight enhanced her ethereal glow.

Strong, sinewy hands slipped around her waist, drawing her close to a bare, firm chest. The embrace came from a man with two deep, charcoal lotus-like eyes fixed on her, while her hazel doe-like eyes met his with love and tenderness.

"Mother Nature seems to be happy tonight. The world looks even more beautiful," whispered Advika, not wanting to disrupt the serene atmosphere that enveloped them.

"Yes, she must be. Her daughter is happy, after all," replied Karna, his voice soft.

"I miss Mother Kunti," Advika admitted as she turned within his arms, resting her cheek against his chest.

"Mother will be here tomorrow. She wrote a letter saying that both she and Badi maa and Bhanumati will come early," Karna reassured her, tightening his embrace and placing his cheek on top of her head.

Advika hummed in response and then added, "Have you also invited Dushala? She should come."

"I did invite her, but it seems Dushala is with child, so she cannot travel," Karna explained.

Advika didn't respond verbally; instead, she nestled further into his arms, finding comfort in his embrace.

"I'm glad the palace will be filled tomorrow. I'm also pleased that you invited Dwarka and Panchal. I think my sisters missed Maharaja Drupad," Advika said.

Karna remained silent and simply kissed her hair.

"Love?" he called.

Advika hummed in response and gazed at him. His intense, sharp gaze sent shivers down her spine.

"I wish to celebrate our love tonight," he said, his voice husky.

Advika blinked before blushing at the implications. Karna's eyes darkened as her gaze shyly averted from his.

"Who's stopping you?" she replied, granting her permission.

Karna gently tilted her chin with a slender, long finger, coaxing her to meet his gaze. When her eyes sparkled, a soft smile formed on her lips. He reciprocated with a slow, tender kiss.

She closed her eyes, savoring his touch, and surrendered to him as he had to her. The colors of their love filled their hearts, leaving them with a profound sense of fulfillment.

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Devanshi slowly removed her ornaments, relishing the fulfillment of the day. Tomorrow was Deepavali, and she couldn't wait.

She smiled as she reminisced about the first time they were supposed to share a room. She and her sisters had been tense, worrying about whether their beliefs and opinions would be considered. Devanshi had not been ready to take the next step in their relationship, and she knew her sisters shared her sentiments.

But Bhabhishree had reassured them, saying, "My brothers are devoted to Dharma. They won't do anything that you don't want them to do."

How right Bhabhishree had been. Yuvraja Yuddhisthir was so different. He was calm but had a rarely seen mischievous streak. On their first night in Indraprastha, he had proposed to get to know each other better, taking the time to build their relationship.

She was grateful for this approach. Their marriage had occurred after the Swayamvar, and they had immediately faced the court drama that divided the kingdom. Once they arrived in Khandavaprastha, which later became Indraprastha, they had little time to connect and talk privately amidst the hustle and bustle of the court.

Devanshi had learned so much about her husband during this time. She discovered how he had shouldered the responsibilities of a father, an elder, and the head of the family from a young age. He had selflessly cared for his brothers, suppressing his own pain. Then, when his elder brother had been found, he had been both relieved and worried. Yuddhisthir had been concerned that people would force him to be the king simply because he was known as the Dharmaraj. He had been overjoyed when his elder brother had not done so, instead sharing the burdens and allowing him to be the younger sibling at last.

Smiling, Devanshi thought, "No wonder all the brothers love and respect Jyesht so much. They revolve around him like planets orbit the Sun."

"The reason for your smile?" a soft but steady voice came from behind Devanshi.

She smiled widely and turned around to find Yuddhisthir standing there, looking fresh and wearing his night clothes, with a smile on his face.

"Nothing, Arya! I'm just happy that Pitashree, Jiji, and Bhratashree are arriving tomorrow," Devanshi chirped.

"True. Not only them, a lot of guests have been invited, all of whom are family members, though some are more distant," Yuddhisthir replied.

"Family members? Yes, Panchal, Dwarka, and Hastinapur are family. Who else is family?" Devanshi asked as they settled on their bed.

"From Kuntibhoj and Madra, Matamaha is coming. Maa is the daughter of Kuntibhoj, and Mata Madri was from the Madra Kingdom," Yuddhisthir explained.

"What about Kashi then?" Devanshi inquired as she faced him, lying on her side.

"Kashi has a relation through Pitamahi Ambika and Ambalika. Pitamahi Ambalika is our grandmother through Pitashree Pandu," Yuddhisthir shared, providing insight into their family's extended connections.

"Oh! Who is coming from there?" Devanshi asked, her curiosity piqued, even though her eyes were drooping with sleep.

Yuddhisthir smiled and replied, "Probably a few ministers. Now, we should sleep. Tomorrow will be a tiring day. Subhratri!"

He waited for a few moments, but there was no response from Devanshi, who had already fallen asleep. Yuddhisthir smiled fondly before closing his own eyes to rest.

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In Bhima and Vandita's room, everything was silent. The large figure of Bhima lay sound asleep on the bed, while the lamps continued to cast a soft glow.

A faint noise gently entered the room, causing Bhima to stir in his sleep. He made a slight face and shifted his position but didn't wake up. Shortly after, a graceful figure entered the room and let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Bhima sleeping peacefully.

Vandita, with a soft smile on her lips, quietly approached the massive man. She went to the dressing table to begin removing her various ornaments. As she carefully took off each piece of jewelry, her eyes occasionally glanced at her slumbering husband.

Once Vandita had removed all her ornaments, she grabbed her nightclothes and discreetly made her way through a door that led to the bath area. After a refreshing bath, she returned to the room wearing the simplest of clothes and moved to put away her royal attire. With a soft exhale, she extinguished the lamps, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the room.

Vandita moved silently towards the bed and discovered Bhima about to place his head on the side table instead of the pillow. She swiftly intervened and slid her hand beneath his head, gently shifting it to rest on the pillow. However, as she attempted to withdraw her hand, Bhima's head firmly pressed against her palm.

"Oops, now I'm stuck," Vandita muttered, her lip caught between her teeth as she contemplated her next move. She reached out her other hand to the other side of his head, hoping to lift it. Leaning down slightly, she tried to free herself from the impromptu headrest, but Bhima's strong arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her down on the bed and holding her in a close embrace. His hands settled firmly on her waist, preventing any further movement. One of her hands lay on his chest, while the other remained in his hair.

Vandita peered at her sleeping husband, initially a bit grumpy, but soon her irritation gave way to a smile. "Well, this man sure can sleep," she whispered to herself, "He literally dumped me on the bed and cuddled up, all while remaining fast asleep."

Then, her expression softened, and she added, "Well, he does look cute when he's sleeping."

With that, Vandita cuddled against her husband, and as her breathing steadied, she drifted off to sleep. As she slumbered, Bhima, who had been awake, observed her for a moment and gently kissed her forehead before finally settling into a peaceful slumber himself.

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On the other side, Arjun entered the room and was met with a sight of disarray, particularly the bed. Various garments and pieces of jewelry were strewn about, and Draupadi was standing in front of the bed, deeply engrossed in thought.

Arjun contemplated whether it might be wiser to spend the night in the guest room, given the chaotic state of his own chamber. As he turned to leave, a gentle hand rested on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Where were you going?" Draupadi asked, her brow furrowed.

Arjun, somewhat startled, stammered, "Uh, nowhere."

Draupadi didn't seem convinced. "Oh! Well, in that case, come with me. Help me out."

"Me? How can I assist you with this matter?" Arjun inquired, puzzled by the disarray of clothes and jewelry.

"You have to help me choose what to wear," Draupadi declared, looking at him expectantly.

Arjun hesitated but eventually nodded, albeit unsteadily. "Alright."

Draupadi had spread various fabrics and garments across the bed. Arjun pointed to one at random – a beautiful red fabric adorned with intricate grey and gold designs. It was a stunning choice for Draupadi.

She beamed with approval. "Wow, you have a good eye. I was thinking of wearing this as well."

Arjun couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Then why did you ask me for my opinion when you'd already made up your mind?"

Draupadi, having overheard his comment, turned to him and asked, "Did you say something?"

"No, nothing," Arjun quickly replied, eager to change the subject. "It's late, and we should get some rest."

Draupadi, though a bit puzzled, agreed. "You're right But first, we need to decide what you'll wear tomorrow. Please tell me which outfit you prefer."

Arjun, stopping her from selecting the clothes, gently turned her toward him. He explained, "Wait! No need. I want you to choose my attire. Is that alright with you?"

Draupadi blinked for a moment and then broke into a warm smile, nodding in agreement.

"Very well," Arjun said, releasing her from his embrace. "Now, please go freshen up. We need to rest; tomorrow will be a busy day."

Draupadi sighed and insisted, "But let me pick your clothes tonight!"

Arjun was adamant, "No, my love. You usually wake up earlier than I do, so you can choose my outfit in the morning. For now, let's get some sleep."

Draupadi eventually relented and left to change into her nightclothes. Arjun let out a sigh of relief; he was truly exhausted and eager for a good night's sleep.

"Ah, Nidra Devi, here I come!" Arjun mused, anticipating a restful night.

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In contrast, the situation in Kalyani and Nakul's room was quite the opposite. It was Nakul who was in a frenzy, searching for the perfect attire for the upcoming event. Kalyani entered the room and found Nakul muttering to himself.

"Where are all the decent clothes? None of them will suit me! What will I wear tomorrow? So many people are coming, and I still have no idea what to wear!"

Suppressing a chuckle, Kalyani ventured into the room, which looked like a hurricane had just swept through it. She quickly ducked when an angavastra came flying towards her, narrowly avoiding a collision with her face.

"Arya?" she asked with a hint of amusement.

"Haa, Kalyani?" Nakul replied absentmindedly as he continued to rummage through his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Kalyani inquired.

"I'm hunting for the right outfit!" Nakul answered, still engrossed in his search.

"I can see that. All these clothes are good. Why don't you choose one from them?" Kalyani suggested, her amusement evident.

Nakul turned around and stared at Kalyani as if she had suggested something utterly impossible.

"Kalyani, my beautiful wife, you're too kind! These clothes that I've just thrown aside should be banned from the kingdom. They're that bad! I can't possibly wear them on such an important day. After all, the most handsome man should wear handsome clothes too."

Slightly bewildered, Nakul returned to his quest for the perfect outfit. Kalyani blinked at his response and then, deciding to play along, made a mischievous suggestion.

"All right, why don't you wear your wedding clothes? They're still in excellent condition!"

Nakul turned to her with a look of disbelief, wondering whether Kalyani had momentarily lost her sanity.

"Darling, please tell me you're not mocking me," Nakul exclaimed with a hint of exasperation.

Kalyani couldn't contain her laughter at Nakul's scandalized expression, causing him to roll his eyes in response.

"All right, are you done now? I'm worried about my attire, and you're here joking around," Nakul said, his irritation clear.

Kalyani nodded, still smiling, and replied, "If Maa were here, we wouldn't have this problem."

Nakul agreed, saying, "Exactly. But she's not here anymore, so can you please help me?"

Kalyani wanted to facepalm at Nakul's statement. He could be quite dense at times.

"Come with me," she suggested as she stopped Nakul from walking away, her fingers lightly circling his wrist.

Nakul turned to face her, and they stood together in the hallway.

"Where are you going, arya?" Kalyani inquired.

"I'm heading to Bhabhishree. She can assist me. Well, my mother isn't here, but Bhabhishree is," Nakul replied.

Kalyani was tempted to smack her forehead in frustration at her husband's behavior.

"Come with me!" she ordered, leading him back to their room.

"Arya, you're being foolish. Let Jyesht and Bhabhishree rest. They're probably tired from all the preparations," Kalyani scolded.

"Then what should I do?" Nakul pouted.

"Just wait!" Kalyani instructed. With that, she opened another chest.

"Here you go!" Kalyani presented him with a beautifully embroidered red and purple dhoti and a white angavastra with intricate gold and red threadwork. Nakul's eyes widened, and he beamed with delight.

"Wow! This is magnificent and perfect. Where did you find this?" Nakul asked, astonished.

"Bhabhishree gave it to me and told me to give it to you."

Nakul inquired, "Then why didn't you give it to me sooner?"

Kalyani giggled and said, "Where's the fun in that?" She darted around the room, and Nakul lunged playfully after her. Laughter filled the air in their room.

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Sahadev entered the room and noticed Vritika sitting on the sofa near the balcony.

"You haven't slept yet?" he inquired.

Vritika smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sleepy."

Sahadev smiled and joined her on the sofa. "May I ask you a question, arya?" Vritika requested.

Sahadev agreed with a nod. "Of course."

"Well... will it be possible for Pitashree, Jiji, and Bhratashree to stay for a while?" Vritika inquired hopefully.

Sahadev pondered for a moment. "I'm not sure. If Jyesht asks, perhaps. But I doubt that Pitashree Drupad would agree."

Vritika nodded in agreement, her expression turning a bit downcast. "I thought so too."

Sahadev offered a suggestion, "How about we visit them once in a while?"

Vritika's face brightened. "Okay! If it's possible."

As they sat in silence for a moment, Vritika expressed her concern, "I hope everything goes well tomorrow with the number of guests we're expecting."

Sahadev reassured her, saying, "I'm sure it will."

Vritika continued, "I also hope Mamashree doesn't create any trouble."

Sahadev hinted at something mysterious. "If he does, then he's either very foolish or very brave."

Perplexed, Vritika asked, "Why?"

Sahadev elaborated, "Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Vritika inquired.

"About the fact that both Bhagwan Parshurama and Maharishi Vashistha are arriving tomorrow as well," Sahadev revealed.

Vritika had an 'aha' moment, her face lighting up. "Then I look forward to seeing the expressions on Mamashree and Duryodhan Bhratashree's faces!"

Sahadev chuckled and nodded in agreement.



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On the day of Deepavali in Hastinapur, three women were busy outside the palace gates, overseeing the servants as they loaded carts with gifts and sweets. A few men stood behind them, observing and listening to the proceedings.

"Yuvrani Bhanumati, have you ensured that the other sweets for the puja are properly organized?" inquired Maharani Gandhari, addressing her daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Mata. Everything is packed and arranged as per the requirements. I have personally checked," replied Yuvrani Bhanumati with a smile.

"Excellent. Kunti, how many gift baskets have been prepared? I have a feeling we might need more. We currently have 100 baskets. Do you think we should add a few more?" Gandhari turned to Rajmata Kunti, who stood beside her.

Before Kunti could respond, Mahamahim Bhishma intervened. "Dear princesses, 100 baskets should suffice for the gifts. Is it really necessary to increase the quantity?"

Gandhari expressed her concern, "Mahamahim, these gifts are not only for my sons and daughters in Indraprastha but also for all the guests who will be joining us. After all, whether it's Hastinapur or Indraprastha, our guests belong to the great Kuru clan. It is our responsibility to welcome them with the respect they deserve."

Dhritarashtra tried to reassure his wife, saying, "Gandhari, everything will proceed smoothly. I believe there are additional gifts waiting in Indraprastha. With the combined efforts of both sides, the number of gifts will be abundant. You need not worry."

"Yes, Jiji. Jyesht is absolutely right. You need not worry. I'm sure Advika has arranged for more gifts in Indraprastha. I have complete faith in her, as I entrusted her with the responsibility of our family," Kunti reassured Gandhari.

"Indeed, Kunti. Advika is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Kurus, and I am confident she will take care of everything. But I understand your concerns. Let's prepare to leave now," Gandhari replied.

Duryodhana, not thrilled about his mother leaving for their cousin's home so early, protested, "Mata, do you need to go at this hour? It's not even sunrise yet."

Gandhari responded firmly, "Putra, you will be joining us there soon. That is not a request but an order, my son. Oh, and before I forget, Tatshree, Arya, I expect both of you to arrive within an hour or two. It would not reflect well if our family members arrive late."

Realizing that if Gandhari didn't remind them, they might indeed arrive late and tarnish the Kuru family's reputation, Bhishma reassured her, "Of course, Gandhari. We will all be there within an hour or two."

With blessings and well-wishes, Gandhari, Kunti, and Bhanumati departed for Indraprastha, their chariots swiftly carrying them toward their destination.

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In Indraprastha, the entire palace was bustling with activity. Although sunrise was still two hours away, everyone was already up and engaged in final preparations.

Advika walked through the hallways, closely inspecting the fresh flower garlands as they were swiftly hung. She was elegantly dressed in a gold and red attire.

"Shigra karo! Those curtains are not straight. Correct them," Advika ordered, ensuring that every detail was in place.

The palace was almost ready for the grand celebration. Rangolis were being meticulously crafted, with a particularly large and colorful one at the center, adorned with vibrant colors and fragrant flowers.

Just then, Advika was called by a familiar voice. She turned to find Draupadi standing before her.

"Haa behena?" Advika inquired.

"Bhabhishree, ye lijiye. Taste it, and tell me how it is," Draupadi said, holding out a sweet dish. She was responsible for the kitchen and the feast preparations, with Bhima assisting her.

Advika examined the sweet presented to her. "Gajar ka halwa?" she asked.

"Ji!"

Advika sampled a bit and her eyes widened with delight. A soft smile graced her lips. "It's delicious!"

"Dhanyavad, Bhabhishree! Now, I must go. Bhratashree Bhima is waiting for me!" Draupadi exclaimed with enthusiasm before dashing off toward the kitchen. Advika couldn't help but laugh at Draupadi's boundless energy and excitement.

Advika chuckled before walking forward. She looked as Kalyani came into view. She was expertly instructing the daasis about the decoration in the puja. She left her at her task.

After that Advika, came across Devanshi, coming out of her room.

"Shama kijiye, Bhabhishree, I am a bit late," Devanshi admitted, feeling a tad embarrassed.

"It's fine, dear. The first guests will be from Hastinapur, and, of course, our Gurudev's. There is still time," reassured Advika.

"Ji, Bhabhishree. What can I do to help?" Devanshi inquired sheepishly.

"Hmm... go to Vritika. She is checking the gifts one last time. Please assist her; there are too many gifts to count, and she won't be able to do it alone," advised Advika.

Devanshi nodded and made her way to the room where the gifts were kept. Meanwhile, Advika continued toward the entrance of the palace. There, she found Karna already waiting. He was dressed in a stunning red attire with a red dhoti and a lightly adorned angavastra. His crown and Kundals glittered, and the sun brooch on his angavastra shone, while his own radiant skin illuminated the surroundings.

"Apki Surya vandana ho gayi?" Advika asked as she approached.

"Haa, aaj shigra kiya hai! Gurudev aur Maharishi ate hi honge!" Karna replied with a soft smile.

Advika smiled back, her cheeks blushing lightly, while Karna wore a simple smirk. Together, they turned their attention toward the palace gates, awaiting the arrival of their revered guests.

After a brief 20-minute wait, two radiant figures appeared, signifying the arrival of Bhagwan Parshurama and Maharishi Vashishth, who were accompanied by Mata Arundhati.

Karna respectfully touched the feet of Bhagwan Parshurama first, his Gurudev, and then the feet of Maharishi Vashishth. "Ayushman bhava!" and "Kirtiman bhava!" the sages blessed him.

Advika then stepped forward to offer her respects. "Saubhagyavati bhava!" and "Sada suhagan raho putri!" the revered Gurudev's and Guru Mata's blessings were bestowed upon her.

"I am very glad you arrived so soon, Gurudev, Maharishi, and Guru Mata. Please follow me!" Karna said with folded hands as he gestured for them to follow him.

All four of them entered the palace, and Karna led them to their designated area, away from the crowd but near the puja, as they had come to attend the puja.

Advika stayed behind, waiting for the Hastinapur members. She didn't have to wait long, as they arrived almost immediately.

Kunti, Gandhari, and Bhanumati descended from the chariots, and Advika met them. She bowed to take Gandhari's blessing but was warmly embraced instead.

"I missed you, my child," Gandhari whispered softly, holding her close. Advika smiled as she was released. Kunti also approached her.

"How are you? How is everyone?" Kunti inquired.

"I am fine, Maa. Everyone is doing well, and we missed you," Advika replied.

Kunti smiled and gently caressed her cheek. Bhanumati then came forward to seek blessings but found herself in a hug as well.

"I hope you are well, Behena!" Advika said.

Bhanumati nodded and responded, "Bhabhishree, the palace is divine and beautiful! Indra Dev has commissioned a magnificent city!"

Advika chuckled, "Haa, wo to hai! Chaliye, Badi Maa, Maa, andar chaliye!" With that, they all proceeded inside.



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Advika led the elder queens and the princess into the gifts room. There, Devanshi and Vritika were overseeing the daasis as they checked all the gifts.

"Badi Maa, Maa, please check everything once! I've organized everything with the help of everyone, but if there are any mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them," Advika requested.

The queens and princess approached them, seeking blessings. After the initial greetings, Kunti inquired, "Putri, I don't see my sons anywhere!"

"Maa, Arya is with Gurudevs since they arrived just a few moments before you. As for your other sons, they are probably on their way," replied Advika.

As she finished speaking, a call of "Maa!" echoed from the entrance of the room. Kunti turned around to find herself pulled into a group hug with her five sons.

"Maa, we missed you! Have you met Jyesht?" Nakul asked immediately.

Kunti's face saddened, and she replied, "No, putra. Your Jyesht is with his teachers, so I couldn't meet him."

"No problem. Let's go and meet him now," Sahadev and Nakul said in unison, each taking hold of one of her arms and escorting her out. Onlookers couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle.

"I'm so happy. Kunti has missed her children a lot," commented Gandhari, smiling. Arjun inquired about her well-being, and she replied that she was doing fine.

Before Gandhari left, she mentioned, "Putri Advika, the rest of the family will arrive shortly."

Advika exclaimed, "Oh no! I should be present to welcome them," and rushed out of the room.

Devanshi added, "I should go too. I left behena Draupadi in the kitchen."

Bhima overheard and left hurriedly, concerned that Draupadi, who was not well-versed in cooking, might have indulged in some sweet treats by now.

"Bhabhishree Devanshi, Vritika, I will assist you with the gifts. We all have to be present to welcome our esteemed guests. Maa, why don't you rest for a while?" Bhanumati suggested. Kunti agreed, and the others continued with their preparations.

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Advika arrived at the city gates and noticed a rapidly approaching dot in the distance. As it drew closer, she recognized the distinguished figures of Pitamaha Bhishma, Kakashree Vidur, Tatshree Dhritarashtra, Duryodhana, Dusshasan, and Shakuni stepping out of their chariots. Quickly, she retrieved an Aarti plate and began the ceremonial welcome for the first guests to arrive.

With great reverence, she sought the blessings of Pitamaha, Kakashree, and Tatshree, folding her hands before the Gandhar king. Duryodhana and Dusshasan, though somewhat reluctantly, came forward to touch her feet, and she graciously blessed them. A subtle satisfaction played in her mind as she observed their expressions, unable to conceal their true feelings.

Shakuni appeared to be in shock, Duryodhana showed signs of jealousy, and Dusshasan's gaze betrayed his greed. Meanwhile, Maharaja Dhritarashtra, despite his inability to see, seemed discomforted, likely due to Sanjay's vivid descriptions. The only individuals who radiated pride and happiness were Bhishma and Vidur.

"Maharani," lamented Shakuni in an annoying voice, "the city is undeniably magnificent, but its true beauty lies in the people who dwell here. It is indeed saddening that the Maharaja himself is not present to welcome his own family and elders."

"Indeed," chimed in Dhritarashtra, his annoyance palpable, "the Maharaja's absence is unforgivable. What could be more important than greeting me, an elder?"

"Yes, bhabhishree," Duryodhana added slyly, "this lack of hospitality is not right. Jyesht has shown disrespect to us all by his absence. He should have been here to welcome us."

Advika's raised eyebrows in response to the complaints of the three men prompted sighs from Bhishma and Vidur. Bhishma, clearly frustrated by the drama, intervened before Advika could respond.

"If the three of you have so many concerns," Bhishma began, "you are free to return to Hastinapur. There must be a reason for Putra Karna's absence, and it's best not to cause unnecessary commotion."

Shakuni retorted, "What reason could possibly justify not being here to welcome the Maharaja?"

At that moment, a cold and piercing voice cut through the tension. It was Advika, her expression now completely devoid of emotion.

"Tatshree, Gandhar raj," she addressed them sternly, "I have been taught to honor and respect my elders. However, I firmly believe that respect is something earned, not simply handed out. Today is a special occasion for all of us, and I wish to avoid any discord. Maharaja is preoccupied, and neither he nor I need to provide an explanation to you. Tatshree, Badi maa won't be pleased if you depart. The rest of the decision is in your hands."

Advika's words had a silencing effect on the three men, while Bhishma concealed a hidden smirk behind his beard and mustache.

Vidur, driven by curiosity, inquired, "And who is Putra Karna busy with?"

Advika responded with a smile, "Gurudev Vashistha, Guru mata Arundhati, and Bhagwan Parshurama arrived some time ago. Arya is in their company."

The color drained from the faces of all the men present, while Bhishma's eyes sparkled with mischief. Vidur simply smiled, content with the information he had received.

Bhishma addressed Dhritarashtra with a sly tone, "Well, Putra Dhritarashtra, it appears that Putra Karna is genuinely occupied with esteemed sages. Are your questions sufficiently answered? If not, you are free to depart through the door behind you. However, if you choose to stay, kindly refrain from speaking so thoughtlessly. Do you understand the temperament of my Gurudev? He has a penchant for bestowing curses upon those who vex him."

Advika concealed her smile, while Vidur turned his face to hide his grinning expression. Dhritarashtra first turned red with embarrassment as his uncle reprimanded him publicly, and then paled rapidly as he comprehended the potential consequences of his words. Shakuni and Duryodhana, initially shocked by Bhishma's sudden revelation, had also turned pale at the mere thought of a curse.

"Bhabhishree!"

All eyes turned to Nakul as he descended the stairs where they had been waiting. He greeted Bhishma, Tatshree, Gandhar raj, and Vidur while blatantly ignoring Duryodhan and Dushasan. Finally, he turned his attention to Advika, who observed his antics with an amused smile.

"Bhabhishree, let's go quickly! Jyesht has said that your Guru mata Devi Arundhati has summoned you to the place of worship!" Nakul exclaimed rapidly.

"Very well! Nakul, do one thing. Show your brothers and Kakashree Vidur to their chambers. Also, inform Badi maa through a maidservant that these guests have arrived!" Advika responded with a smile.

Nakul nodded and then turned to Bhishma, saying, "Pitamaha, you and Tatshree, along with Gandhar raj, please accompany us! You will also have the opportunity to meet the sages."

"Of course, my dear! It is our duty as elders to meet the chief guests of the Puja, isn't it, my son?" Bhishma asked, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

"Yes, Tatshree," replied Maharaja, his voice subdued. Shakuni simply nodded, understanding that declining would be an insult to the revered sages, and he had no desire to incur their curses.

"Pitamaha, I have a piece of advice, especially since you are entering the palace. I don't usually offer this to everyone, but since you're my favorite grandfather, I'll share it with you. Would you like to hear it?" Nakul said mischievously, while Advika looked exasperated, Bhishma was highly amused, and the others were intrigued. Shakuni rolled his eyes at Nakul's childishness.

"Go ahead," Bhishma indulged his grandson.

"Well, you see, this palace was constructed by Mayasur! Consequently, there are parts of the palace filled with illusions. You might perceive a pond, but there is none. Conversely, you might see a floor, but in reality, it's a concealed pond. So, my advice is to tread very carefully. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite grandfather!"

"And what would befall me?" Bhishma inquired.

Nakul teased, "I'm not sure! Perhaps, you'll end up with broken old bones? The floor is rather unforgiving, you know."

Advika couldn't help but snicker, and Nakul wore a mischievous smile. Bhishma looked slightly exasperated, while Vidur chuckled. The other men found the exchange quite amusing.

"I assure you, my son, these bones are not that fragile, and I'm not that old! Isn't that right, putri?" Bhishma responded.

"Of course, Pitamaha. My grandfather is the most handsome man on Earth. Don't pay attention to Nakul; he's just teasing," Advika joined in the playful banter. Bhishma smiled and shook his head, thoroughly enjoying his time with them. There was a sense of serenity that washed over him as he spent time with this family.

"Bhabhishree, he may have been handsome in his youth, but now he's just an old man. Anyway, you should go and meet the sages. They must be waiting! I still can't believe I inherited my looks from this grumpy grandfather!" Nakul commented, whispering the final sentence to himself. He then took Vidur by the wrist and called out to the Kaurava princes to follow him.

Advika gestured for them all to follow her as they continued on their way to meet the sages.

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Bhishma and Shakuni, along with Advika, arrived at the temple where Parshurama, Vashistha, and Arundhati were engaged in conversation with Karna. The temple was located in the heart of the palace's gardens, and there were designated sitting areas where one could bask in the peaceful and serene ambiance. After exchanging greetings, everyone took their seats.

"Putri Advika, all the arrangements for the puja have been impeccably organized. I wish to participate in the ceremony as well!" Arundhati beamed at Advika, whom she regarded as her own daughter.

"Certainly, Guru mata! It is our privilege to have you join us. I will ensure it is arranged," Advika responded with a gratified smile.

"Devrath, I must pose a question. I always believed that as the eldest, Karna should rightfully sit on the throne. Why has there been this sudden division?" Parshurama inquired, his gaze stern. Karna, who was quite accustomed to his guru's persistent queries, let out an exasperated sigh.

Before Bhishma could respond, Shakuni couldn't resist the urge to interject. He couldn't let an opportunity to undermine the brothers go to waste; it was a habit he couldn't break.

"Great Lord," he began, "my dearest nephew made this request when he was still young and naive. Fueled by immense love for his dutiful son, my brother-in-law sought to fulfill his wish. Hence, this division became necessary," Shakuni explained, his voice as sweet as honey.

Advika leaned in towards Karna and whispered, "Does he believe that Gurudev was born just yesterday?" Karna stifled a smile and whispered back, "Enjoy the spectacle, my love. Don't worry too much."

"Is that so? Perhaps, your nephews need to learn proper manners and when to speak," Parshurama commented, clearly annoyed by the interruption from Shakuni. It was evident that his words were directed at the manipulative man. Bhishma concealed his smile behind his mustache.

"Maybe we should conclude the final preparations for the puja. Our guests should be arriving in an hour or two, and Karna and Advika should be there to welcome them. We should release them now," Maharishi suggested as he stood up.

"Indeed, Maharishi, I concur with your assessment. Karna and Advika should be ready to receive their guests. I am confident that Devrath and Shakuni can keep us entertained until the puja commences, don't you think?" Parshurama added, his voice carrying a sly tone.

Shakuni, who had just taken a sip of water, choked as the water went down the wrong pipe. Karna, with feigned concern, went over to him.

"Mamashree? Mamashree, are you alright?" Karna inquired.

"I am fine, Putra Karna!" Shakuni managed to reply, still coughing slightly.

"Shakuni, I hope that's a 'yes'?" Parshurama asked, his tone light.

"No!" Shakuni blurted out, inadvertently.

"What? Are you declining to entertain us?" Parshurama teased, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Everyone found the spectacle highly amusing.

"No...I...I mean...yes! I mean, I will accompany you, Bhagwan. It is truly an honor to serve such revered sages!" Shakuni stammered, cursing himself inwardly for getting entangled in this predicament.

"Good, good! Come along, then!" With that, the three sages departed, with Bhishma and Shakuni reluctantly following them. One of them was enjoying the situation, while the other looked pale and terrified.

Karna and Advika exchanged amused glances before chuckling. Karna commented, "Gurudev is like that, isn't he? I knew he wouldn't miss the chance to tease dear Mamashree."

Advika agreed, still giggling, "At least Pitamaha will have some fun."

Just then, Vandita rushed over to them, her face beaming.

"Jyesht, bhabhishree, please come quickly! The guests are about to arrive!" Vandita informed them with a bright smile.

"Let's go, sister," Karna said softly as the three of them made their way towards the entrance gate.



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The attendants stood, showering Marigold and Rose petals upon the guests. Conch shells were blown and trumpets sounded, marking the arrival of the first set of guests from Madra.

An elderly man, splendidly attired in well-made clothing, descended from his chariot and greeted everyone with folded hands. Following the Aarti performed by Advika, all took his blessings. He was none other than Maharaja Harshvardhan, the King of Madra, and the maternal grandfather of the brothers through Rani Madri.

"I have eagerly awaited the chance to meet my grandchildren, especially after hearing news of their marriages. I am pleased to meet you, my sons. I am content that all my grandchildren have fared well in their lives," Harshvardhan remarked.

Karna responded with a smile, "Yes, Matamaha! Sahadev!"

"Please, follow me, Matamaha," Karna continued, leading the King inside.

As conch shells were blown once again and petals showered, the next arrival was Maharaja Chitrajeet, the King of Kuntibhoj, and the first maternal grandfather of the brothers.

"May you all be blessed, my children. May you be blessed!" he said before heading inside with Nakul.

The subsequent guests were from Kashi. To the brothers' surprise, not only had the King of Kashi, Maharaja Surambhajeet, come, but also their grandmother Ambalika. They had never anticipated meeting her.

The Kashi naresh and Ambalika blessed everyone, engaged in conversations, and went inside with Arjun.

Following that was the highly anticipated arrival of Panchal Maharaja Drupad. He wore a joyful smile, content that his daughters had assimilated into the family seamlessly. He went inside with Devanshi and Vandita, while Shikandini and Yuvraja Dhristadyumna accompanied them.

Later, Guru Dronacharya and Ashwathama arrived from the other half of Panchal. Karna addressed them with respect and joined hands.

"Guru bhrata, Gurudev is present here. If you wish to pay your respects, please follow Bhima. He will lead you to him," Karna suggested.

"Of course. Let us go then, Bhima! Come, my son, we shall first meet the revered sages," Guru Dronacharya replied, and they departed with Bhima.

The sound of horse hooves signaled the arrival of the last and most anticipated guests from Dwarka. Three palkis and three chariots came to a halt. From one of the palkis, Rajmata Rohini disembarked, followed by Rajmata Devaki and Rajkumari Subhadra.

Maharaja Vasudev, Krishna, and Balrama also made their way from the chariots. After the customary greetings were exchanged, Advika inquired, "Bhabhishree Revati and Rukmini... they did not come?"

"No, putri. Revati isn't feeling well. She has a slight fever, so Rukmini stayed behind to take care of her," explained the Rajmata Rohini.

Advika nodded and led them all inside. With the arrival of the Dwarka guests, all the invited guests had finally gathered.