(So you must be wondering how does Aditya know Radha. Let's get into a flashback - back to 3 years ago, just a few weeks after the adoption of Aditya.)

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Bhishma, as usual, embarked on his morning ritual, making his way to the tranquil banks of the river for his prayers and to talk with his mother, Devi Ganga. The soft lapping of the water against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as Bhishma immersed himself in his devotions.

After completing his prayers, Bhishma called upon his mother, invoking her presence. Devi Ganga emerged gracefully from the depths of the water, her ethereal form radiant in the morning light. Bhishma greeted her with reverence, his heart filled with love and respect for the divine mother who had blessed his lineage.

As they conversed, Bhishma shared tales of the palace, particularly highlighting the joy that had enveloped the royal family since the arrival of Aditya. He spoke of the unwavering love and devotion showered upon the young prince, emphasizing how Aditya had become the heart of the palace, bringing happiness to all who knew him.

Devi Ganga listened intently to her son's words, her serene gaze fixed upon him as he spoke. She absorbed every detail, her maternal instinct attuned to the well-being of her descendants. Yet, even as Bhishma spoke of the palace's jubilation, Devi Ganga's gaze drifted towards the distant bank of the river, drawn by an unseen force.

Bhishma, still engaged in conversation, notices his mother, Devi Ganga, gazing intently at something in the distance. Curious, he follows her gaze and sees Adhirath, his charioteer, accompanied by his wife, Radha, engaged in fervent prayers to Suryadev. With a solemn expression, Bhishma leans closer to his mother and softly remarks, "Mata, he is Adhirath, my charioteer, and that is his wife, Radha."

Devi Ganga, her expression tinged with sadness, turns to Bhishma and replies, "I know, Putra, who they are."

Puzzled by his mother's somber demeanor, Bhishma inquires, "Why do you look so sad, Mata? What troubles you about this couple?"

Devi Ganga meets Bhishma's gaze, her eyes reflecting her sorrow as she confides, "Radha has been barren for years, despite their marriage. Every day, they come here to pray to Suryadev and to me."

Understanding dawns upon Bhishma as he realizes the depth of Adhirath and Radha's anguish. "I see now. That explains why Adhirath has been so despondent lately," Bhishma muses aloud, recalling his previous attempts to alleviate Adhirath's apparent distress.

Devi Ganga's voice trembles slightly as she continues, "Under different circumstances, had the threads of fate been woven differently, I would have entrusted Karna to Adhirath and Radha. They would have been the chosen guardians for Karna."

Bhishma's brows furrow in disbelief as he processes his mother's words. "Mata, how could you consider giving a Surya Putra to a sut couple?" he asks incredulously, grappling with the implications of such a decision.

Devi Ganga's expression shifts, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger as she turns to Bhishma, her voice tinged with reproach. "What do you mean by 'sut couple'? Are you suggesting there's a difference based on caste?"

Caught off guard by his mother's sudden change in demeanor, Bhishma hurriedly responds, "No, Mata, that's not what I meant. I only meant to say that Karna is a Surya Putra. How can he be raised by a sut as their own son?"

Devi Ganga's tone remains stern as she counters, "Even if Karna were raised by sut, he would receive the same love from Radha as he's receiving from Gandhari now."

Devi Ganga's voice rises with anger as she confronts Bhishma. "Devrat, are you questioning a mother's love? Just as Gandhari embraced Karna as her own and is doing everything a mother should do, Radha would do the same for Karna. Radha would embrace Karna as her own son till the day he takes his last breath."

Bhishma's brow furrows in concern as he listens to his mother's passionate defense. "Mata, I am not questioning a mother's love. What I meant is, if Karna, a Suryaputra and a Kshatriya, is raised by suts, he will face a lot of problems in life. Just think, even though he's a Suryaputra and a Kshatriya, will he be able to gain education like a Kshatriya if he is taken in by Adhirath and Radha?"

"Devrat, I understand your concerns. But Karna is a Kshatriya by blood and a Suryaputra. No matter where he grows up, he will inevitably receive the education and training befitting his lineage. However, the circumstances surrounding his upbringing with Radha and Adhirath............." She pauses, a shadow crossing her face as if she knows something she cannot utter. With a heavy sigh, she continues, "It fills my heart with sadness and regret. His path may be fraught with challenges, and the choices he makes could lead to outcomes both unforgivable and unforgettable."

Devi Ganga's gaze softens, a flicker of sorrow lingering in her eyes as she responds, "Radha would indeed love and embrace Karna, cherishing him till his last breath......." She trails off, a heavy silence settling between them, conveying more than words ever could.

Bhishma's mind rang with his mother's words, echoing like a haunting refrain. Why did she speak of Karna's fate again, as if foreseeing his demise? The thought tugged at his consciousness, but he pushed it aside, choosing instead to focus on the present conversation.

Bhishma, sensing his mother's softened tone, continues earnestly, "Mata, I did not mean to question a mother's love. I could never, because I know a mother would do anything for her child. I am just highlighting the difficulties Karna would face if he were raised by a sut couple. Can you even imagine the consequences and what would happen then?"

Devi Ganga, her voice barely above a whisper, responds so slowly that it's almost as if she's muttering to herself, her words barely audible to Bhishma as he strains to catch them. "I am well aware of the consequences, Putra. And maybe that is why???................. I was told to redirect Karna's fate???," Ganga's voice trailed off, her words hanging in the air like mist shrouding the riverbanks. It was as though she sought answers from the whispers of the breeze, questioning the very fabric of destiny that enveloped Karna's path, hinting at a deeper understanding of the circumstances surrounding Karna's destiny and her role in shaping it.

Bhishma, his mind swirling with confusion and concern, leans in closer to his mother, his voice tinged with urgency. "Redirect Karna's fate?" He repeats the last words he caught, his tone a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment. "What do you mean by that, Mata?"

Devi Ganga, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, gently shakes her head. "It's nothing, Putra. Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

But Bhishma's persistence knows no bounds. "Mata, please. I need to know."

Devi Ganga's resolve wavers for a moment before she takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are things... things you shouldn't know about, Bhishma," she murmurs, her words carrying a weight of unspoken burdens. "There are certain matters, Bhishma, that are best left unspoken, for they carry burdens too heavy for even a son to bear."

Bhishma's brows furrow in frustration as he grapples with his mother's cryptic response. "But Mata, I must know," he persists, his voice tinged with desperation. "I cannot bear the thought of being kept in the dark about something so significant, especially when it concerns Karna."

Devi Ganga's gaze softens, a flicker of sorrow lingering in her eyes as she meets her son's gaze. "I understand, Putra. And I wish I could tell you everything," she murmurs, her voice heavy with regret. "But some truths are better left unsaid, for they hold the power to alter destinies and shatter lives."

Bhishma's heart sinks at his mother's somber words, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud. The heavy weight of her cryptic message hangs in the air, unsettling him with the feeling that there is more to it than meets the eye. Despite his growing unease, Bhishma nods solemnly, promising to honor his mother's request. Though uncertainty weighs heavily on his heart, he resigns himself to refrain from pressing further, knowing that some truths are better left unsaid.

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Turning to Bhishma, she gathers her resolve and speaks with quiet determination, "Putra, Can you do something for me? Let Radha take care of Karna too."

Bhishma's brows knit in concern as he grapples with his mother's request. "But, Mata, how? How can I just let Radha take care of Karna? What will I say to everyone? And what about Putri Gandhari? She has accepted Karna as her own son, nurtured him... Gandhari is Karna's mother in every form. How can I ask her to share her son?"

Devi Ganga meets Bhishma's gaze with a gentle yet firm expression. "Putra, trust in the power of love. Gandhari's heart is vast and compassionate. She will understand. And so Radha's love for Karna will also know no bounds. Together, they can provide him with the care and guidance he needs."

Devi Ganga, meeting Bhishma's gaze with unwavering resolve, gently implores, "Bhishma, trust me. Tell Gandhari that Radha would cherish Karna in the same way as she does. Explain to Gandhari that if she trusts me, she should accept Radha taking care of Karna as well. Share with her how Radha has been barren for so many years, longing for a child. Only a mother would understand the depth of pain of another mother and the longing for her child."

Bhishma, grapples with the unsettling feeling that there is more to her cryptic message than meets the eye, though he did not fully understand how Gandhari would comprehend the pain of longing for her child, he chooses to set aside his doubts and nods in agreement, promising to honor his mother's request, "I will convey your message to Gandhari, Mata. I believe she will understand."

Devi Ganga's words, while earnest and persuasive, carry a subtle undercurrent of knowing. Behind her plea lies a depth of understanding that hints at a knowledge beyond mere words-a silent acknowledgment of the intricacies of fate and the unseen forces that shape destinies.

Though she speaks of acceptance and trust, there is a veiled implication that she holds secrets too weighty to reveal, even to her beloved son Bhishma. In her cryptic message lies a silent assurance that some truths are better left unspoken, their meaning known only to those who bear the burden of foresight.

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After Bhishma's departure, a heavy silence settled over the riverbank, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Her gaze lingers on Radha and Adhirath, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. "I just hope Gandhari accepts you, Radha, to care for Karna. It's the only thing I could do for you," she whispers, her voice laden with sorrow and resignation.

With a deep sigh, her voice trembling with emotion as she spoke, her words heavy with the weight of her decision, yet also tinged with a quiet resolve. "I had to give him to someone else," she murmured to herself, her tone carrying a note of reassurance amidst the turmoil within. 'Because I was told to do it.'

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In that moment, Devi Ganga recalls a profound moment when Mahadev commanded her,

(A/n: so this happened during the time when kunti decided to go to forest which is before karna birth - read chapter 8 - this happened during that time)

Ganga approached Mahadev with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. "What is the reason for my summons, Mahadev?" she inquired, her voice filled with respect.

Mahadev, with his aura of tranquility and wisdom, regarded Ganga with a serene gaze. "Ganga," he replied calmly, "a mortal son of Suryadev will be born soon."

Mahadev gestured, and a vision unfolded before Ganga's eyes. She witnessed the path she once took, entrusting Karna into the care of Adhirath and Radha.

As Ganga beheld the vision that Mahadev unveiled, she was transported through the pivotal moments of Karna's life. She witnessed the tender care and affection bestowed upon him by Adhirath and Radha, seeing how they nurtured him as their own son. She observed Karna's struggles as a Sutputra, marked by the weight of a curse from his guru and the challenges he faced. In the vision, she witnessed the grandeur and complexity of the dice game at the infamous Dyut Sabha, where Karna's loyalty was tested and his destiny irrevocably altered. Amidst the haze of the vision, Ganga glimpsed Karna's heart-wrenching discovery of his true lineage and his unwavering loyalty to his friend Duryodhana, choosing to stand by him even against his own brothers,the son's of his birth mother the Pandavas. Through the unfolding scenes, she witnessed Karna's indomitable spirit shining bright amidst the chaos of war, his courage and valor resolute as he faced the trials of battle. She saw him, his chariot wheel mired in mud, confronting the imminent threat of an incoming arrow, a poignant symbol of his resilience in the face of adversity. The vision painted a vivid portrait of Karna's life, with its triumphs and tribulations, its moments of glory and despair, leading inexorably towards his tragic end.

Tears welled in Ganga's eyes as she beheld the trials and tribulations that awaited Karna. Trembling with emotion, she turned to Mahadev. "Will this happen because I gave Karna to Adhirath and Radha?" she asked, her voice quivering.

Mahadev's response was calm and reassuring. "No, Ganga," he said softly. "It is the choices Karna makes that shape his destiny. Radha and Adhirath loved Karna as their own, and he will proudly bear the name 'Radhey' in the coming yugas. You need not blame yourself."

Ganga nodded, finding solace in Mahadev's words. "Mahadev, why show me this vision?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Mahadev's gaze held a depth of understanding as he replied, "You will not give Karna to Radha and Adhirath."

Ganga's brows furrowed in confusion as she sought clarification from Mahadev. "Mahadev, why change Karna's fate?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Mahadev's gaze held a profound wisdom as he replied, "Because Karna is destined for something greater. He bears the burden of destiny's decree from the moment of his birth."

Pausing for a moment, Mahadev continued, his voice carrying the weight of divine authority. "Karna should be raised as a Suryaputra," he declared. "But first, I want you to test the royal family of Hastinapur. If they prove themselves capable of providing love and protection, then Karna's destiny shall lie in their care."

Ganga's confusion deepened as she pondered Mahadev's words. "Why Hastinapur?" she inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

With a solemn expression, Mahadev revealed the reason behind his choice. "The princess of Gandhar, Gandhari, is my devoted follower," he explained. "She is destined to marry Dhritarashtra, the future king of Hastinapur. I wish to test her devotion."

Ganga's eyes widened in understanding, yet a hint of sadness crept into her heart. "Test her?" she echoed, her voice filled with empathy. "But why?"

Mahadev's response was somber as he spoke of Gandhari's curse. "She received a curse from Rishi Durvasa," he revealed, his tone heavy with sorrow. "It dictates that her eldest son will not be born from her womb. I wish to see if Gandhari will embrace a child who is not her own."

With a solemn nod, Ganga acknowledged Mahadev's instructions. "As you command, Mahadev," she murmured, her voice carrying a sense of determination tinged with reverence.

With this conviction, she ensured that Bhishma witnessed her holding Karna at the riverbank.(And rest you already know what happened)

(A/n: hmmm, 🤔 so now you know about how devi ganga knows about the consequences of giving karna to Radha and adhirath and about her talking about Radha's love for karna till his last breath and also about why she said gandhari's longing for her child - did this conversation between Mahadev and devi ganga clarity it?

After ganga left, As Mahadev closed his eyes, his mind delved into a realm of introspection, each thought a whisper of his innermost feelings, a melancholic smile gracing his lips. "Gandhari," he murmured softly to the empty air, his voice carrying a weight of both sadness and resolve. "I neither wish to test you nor to doubt your unwavering devotion." He paused for a moment, a faint smile touching his lips as he continued, "My task is to ensure that Karna finds his way to you, to his rightful place beside you."

A wistful smile graced Mahadev's lips as he spoke, his voice carrying a blend of affection and solemnity. "I gave you the boon - Your wish for strength shall be fulfilled through a child, a child who will carry my essence within him. He shall be your firstborn, the eldest son of Gandhari," he began, his words measured yet imbued with an understanding of the greater design. "But Karna's destiny is already set-he will be born bearing the burden of destiny's decree, and thus, you must bear the burden of the curse."

Pausing for a moment, Mahadev with a depth of knowing as he continued, "I have orchestrated Karna's path to ensure he finds his way to you, so that I may fulfill your boon. The choice now lies with you, whether to accept Karna, a child not born of your own blood, a child who is not your own according to you."

Continuing with a gentle yet unwavering resolve, Mahadev's voice carried a sense of inevitability. "But if you embrace Karna, your destiny will shift with his arrival. He is not merely a Suryaputra but also bears my essence within him. He will become your strength, shaping the course of your future in ways unforeseen."

As Mahadev pondered the journey that lay ahead, a veil of melancholy draped over his countenance. "Gandhari, the truth of Karna's identity, the truth that Karna is not merely a Suryaputra but bears my essence within him must remain shrouded in secrecy,, must concealed even from your gaze." he confessed, his tone laden with sorrow.

"The revelation of Karna's dual identity could unravel the fabric of destiny itself," Mahadev continued in his silent contemplation, his brow furrowing with concern. "No soul beyond Suryadev and myself must be privy to this knowledge, lest it will disrupt the delicate balance of destiny. Exposing his secret would invite danger upon him, a threat that could shatter the very foundation of his existence." The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon him as he grappled with the consequences of revealing Karna's hidden truth.

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As Bhishma stands before Gandhari, delivering Devi Ganga's message with utmost care, he notices the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Sensing her hesitation, he takes a step closer, his voice gentle yet firm. "Putri, Mata said that you would understand the pain and longing of a mother for her child. I do not understand what she meant by it."

Gandhari's mind becomes a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Bhishma's words sink in. Memories of her firstborn son, the child blessed by Mahadev, flood her consciousness. She recalls the bittersweet moment when she first learned of his existence, born not from her womb but from another, a son she has never held or known.

In the depths of her soul, Gandhari wrestles with the complexities of her maternal love, entwined with the agony of separation and the haunting uncertainty surrounding her son's fate. She feels the weight of unspoken grief pressing upon her heart, the ache of a mother's longing for a child she cannot nurture or protect.

With each passing moment, Gandhari's facade of composure began to crack, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath. She yearned to confide in Bhishma, to unburden herself of the silent sorrow that weighed heavily upon her soul. Yet, fear and doubt held her back, chaining her emotions in a web of uncertainty.

Bhishma, sensing the tumult within Gandhari, reached out a comforting hand, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. "Putri, Mata's words carry a profound meaning. Perhaps Mata sees a reflection of Radha's pain in you. I do not quite understand her words; they are cryptic. Trust her wisdom, for she speaks from the depths of her heart."

Gandhari's gaze lingered on Bhishma, a silent acknowledgment of his understanding and empathy. Gathering her resolve, she took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Tatshree, I accept. Inform Adhirath that I want to meet Radha."

Gandhari's decision to meet Radha stems from a convergence of factors, each bearing the weight of profound significance. Firstly, in Devi Ganga's cryptic message, she sensed an implicit call to trust in the wisdom of the divine, compelling her to heed the unseen currents of fate. By accepting Radha's role in Karna's life, Gandhari chooses to place her faith in Devi Ganga's guidance, believing that such trust may lead to a deeper understanding of her own journey.

Moreover, Gandhari's longing for her firstborn son, a longing etched deep within her soul, seeks solace in the prospect of sharing her sorrow with another who may comprehend its depths. In Radha, she perceives a mirror of her own yearning, a shared experience that transcends the boundaries of caste and lineage. Thus, in agreeing to meet Radha, Gandhari embarks on a quest for empathy and understanding, hoping to find in their encounter a semblance of peace amidst the turmoil of her heart.

As Adhirath delivers Gandhari's unexpected request, Radha finds herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. The mere mention of Gandhari, revered as the epitome of grace and nobility, stirs both awe and uncertainty within her. Why would the esteemed Kulvadhu of Hastinapur seek her, a humble charioteer's wife? The questions swirl in her mind, mingling with a tinge of anxiety that tugs at her heartstrings.

In the quiet moments that follow, Radha's thoughts drift back to the previous day's conversation with Adhirath. His retelling of Bhishma's words, hinting at Gandhari's desire to meet her, adds fuel to her curiosity. Yet, beneath the surface of her intrigue lies a sense of trepidation, an unspoken fear of the unknown.

With each step towards Gandhari's chamber, Radha's resolve wavers and steadies in equal measure. The anticipation of meeting the revered kulvadhu mingles with a touch of nervousness, creating a symphony of emotions that echoes in the corridors of her mind.

Radha stands before Gandhari's chamber, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. With a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she gathers her courage and steps forward, ready to face whatever awaits her within.

In the heart of the chamber, Gandhari sits with regal poise, her serene countenance belying the darkness that shrouds her sight. The silken blindfold, a symbol of her eternal sacrifice, drapes gently over her eyes, yet her presence radiates a quiet strength and dignity that commands respect.

As Radha approaches, her gaze falls upon Gandhari cradling Aditya, the prince of Hastinapur, in her arms. A tender smile graces Gandhari's lips as she feeds Aditya with maternal affection, her movements gentle and sure despite her lack of sight.

For Radha, witnessing Gandhari's maternal care stirs a bittersweet ache within her heart. While she rejoices in the well-being of Aditya, a child born of Gandhari's love and devotion, she cannot help but feel the pang of longing for a child of her own. The contrast between Gandhari's fulfillment of motherhood and Radha's own barrenness weighs heavily upon her, a silent reminder of the unspoken desires that linger within her soul.

As Radha stands before Gandhari, the embodiment of maternal sacrifice, she finds herself grappling with a myriad of emotions. Though her heart swells with admiration for Gandhari's unwavering devotion, it also harbors a silent sorrow for the child she has yet to conceive, the ache of unfulfilled motherhood echoing in the chambers of her soul.

As Radha approaches Gandhari with utmost respect and humility, she takes a deep breath to steady her nerves. "Pranipat, Rajkumari," she greets softly, her voice carrying a mixture of reverence and longing.

Gandhari acknowledges Radha's greeting with a gracious nod, her expression warm and welcoming. With a gentle gesture, she beckons Radha closer, her eyes alight with kindness.

Radha approaches cautiously, her steps filled with anticipation. As she draws near, the image of Aditya comes into clearer view, his radiant presence filling her heart with joy and awe.

Sensing Radha's admiration, Gandhari smiles warmly and gestures towards Aditya. "Do you want to hold him?" she asks, her voice gentle yet sincere.

Radha's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected offer. "But, Rajkumari, how can I hold Rajkumar Aditya? I am a sut's wife," she responds, her voice tinged with uncertainty and humility.

Gandhari's expression softens, her gaze unwavering as she dismisses Radha's concerns. "I do not consider caste in matters of love and care. You can hold him," she assures, her words carrying the weight of her conviction.

Grateful for Gandhari's inclusive gesture, Radha's heart swells with gratitude. With a smile of appreciation, she reaches out and carefully cradles Aditya in her arms, his warmth and innocence filling her with a sense of wonder and contentment. In that moment, caste and status fade away, replaced by the timeless bond of maternal love and compassion.

As Radha cradles Aditya close, basking in the warmth of his presence, Gandhari's gentle voice breaks the silence. "I heard that you are longing for a child," she says, her words a tender acknowledgment of Radha's unspoken sorrow.

Radha's heart skips a beat at Gandhari's mention of her deepest longing. With a soft sigh, she nods, her voice barely above a whisper as she confesses, "Yes, it's been years... I do not have a child. I wish for a child every day, praying for the gods to bless me with a chance to experience motherhood."

Gandhari listens intently, her heart heavy with empathy for Radha's silent struggle. Despite her blindness, she senses Radha's longing and understands the ache of unfulfilled maternal desire.

"Will you help me take care of Aditya?" Gandhari asks, her voice filled with compassion and sincerity.

Radha's breath catches in her throat at Gandhari's unexpected request. She hesitates, torn between her desire to help and the constraints of her status as a sut's wife. But before she can respond, Gandhari, sensing her hesitation, reassures her.

"I do not care about caste or anything," Gandhari insists, her words carrying the weight of her conviction. "All I can say is, I understand your pain, your longing for a child. Will you help me?"

Touched by Gandhari's understanding and generosity, Radha's eyes fill with tears of gratitude. "Thank you... I will help you," she replies, her voice choked with emotion.

Moved by Radha's acceptance, Gandhari offers her a heartfelt smile. "Since you are elder to me, I will call you Jiji. And Jiji, you can call me by my name."

In that moment, a bond of kinship and understanding is forged between Radha and Gandhari, transcending the barriers of caste and status. And as Radha embraces her newfound role, she feels a sense of purpose and belonging wash over her, grateful for the opportunity to nurture and care for Karna, the son of destiny.

Radha, her heart overflowing with love, gently cradles the prince in her arms, a tender smile gracing her lips. "Vasusen," she whispers softly, bestowing upon Aditya another name, a name filled with maternal affection and adoration. And in that moment, Aditya gains one more name, Vasusen, cherished by his Radha Ma, a symbol of their deep bond and the love that unites them.

(A/n: i am not sure how else to write the conversation between Gandhari and Radha but i did try my best - I hope I didn't disappoint you)

(Flashback ends...)

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So that was a really long chapter....

Maybe a little confusing chapter as well right?

If you have any doubts regarding the chapter feel free to ask.....

But I am not sure i will answer fully 😜😌🤫 because I revealed a lot in this chapter

So, In this chapter, we explored how Karna's life is shaped by destiny.

Being born bearing the burden of destiny's decree means Karna's life is already set in some ways or already decided before he's even born. Certain events are destined to happen, no matter what choices he makes. But while Karna's path is predetermined, his actions can still influence others' lives and change what's supposed to happen. So, even though he can't change his own fate, he can impact the fate of those around him.

Why does Mahadev only disclose to Devi ganga about the curse bestowed upon Gandhari by Rishi Durvasa, and did not reveal the boon he granted to Gandhari? 🤔🤔🤔

Now, you might wonder why Mahadev, the divine orchestrator of destinies, wants to hide Karna's true identity. What reasons drive him to keep this secret???? -------

You have to wait for upcoming chapters for the answers 🤭🤭

Also, what other secrets does Mahadev hold regarding Karna's fate? His actions, from instructing Suryadev to keep Karna's dual identity hidden to directing Devi Ganga to place Karna in the care of the royal family of Hastinapur, raise questions about his ultimate intentions.

And, what other secrets does Mahadev have about Karna's future? Does his actions make you question what he's planning and why he's doing it? As you think about these questions, then dive deeper into the mystery of Mahadev's choices and how they affect Karna's life.

So this chapter is just about flashback next chapter I will continue the story - Royal family going to Shiv Mandir and dritharastra's coronation?

I have a few questions ---

1) Is the story good and intresting to read?

2)Are you enjoying the story so far?

3)Are you excited for upcoming chapters?

4) Should i stop writing the story? 🤪

Please do vote for the chapters written so far if the answer is YES to the first three questions.

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To be continued....

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