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Continuation from previous chapter...

Dritharastra's smile was gentle, his hands firm as he squeezed Vidur's in a forgiving gesture. The court watched in silence, seeing the two brothers reconcile and acknowledging the bond that had been strained. It was a moment of healing, where unity was slowly being restored.

Bhishma, who had been silently observing, felt relief wash over him. He stepped forward, his voice resonating across the court, "Now that everything has been resolved, we can proceed with Dritharastra's coronation." He gestured for the court officials to continue, but Dritharastra raised his hand, stopping them.

Dritharashtra's voice was calm but firm. "I listened to both Vidur and Aditya," he said, addressing the court. "Even though Vidur's words about my blindness hurt me, I know he said those as a Mahamantri of Hastinapur, not as my brother, and as his eldest brother, I forgive him." He turned his attention to Vidur with a kind expression, reinforcing the bond they shared.

He then addressed Aditya, who stood proudly, his eyes filled with admiration for his father. "I'm thankful to have such a son who stood by me so fiercely," he said, his voice warm with gratitude. "His words made us rethink our perspectives, and for that, I am grateful."

Dritharastra paused, letting his words settle. "However, after considering everything, I have decided to step down and give the position of king to my brother, Pandu." His declaration stunned the court. The murmurs grew louder, and the shock was palpable - everyone, except Aditya, was taken aback by his decision.

Sakuni's reaction was immediate. He snapped his head up, his eyes widening as Dritharastra's words sank in. "WHAT?!!" he blurted out, unable to contain his shock. The usually calm and collected strategist was visibly taken aback by the sudden turn of events. This was not what he expected-Dritharastra was supposed to be king, and this announcement threw everything into disarray.

The murmurs of shock and confusion spread through the court like wildfire. Vidur, his earlier guilt still fresh, was the first to respond. He rushed to Dritharastra's side, gripping his hand tightly. "Jyesth, if this decision is because of my earlier words, then I was wrong," he said, his voice laced with remorse.

"You don't need to step down. Please, Jyesth, don't do this. You deserve to be king. You are the rightful heir." Vidur's tone was desperate, his eyes filled with regret, as if he could undo the damage with his pleas.

At the same time, Pandu stepped forward, grabbing Dritharastra's other hand, his expression filled with disbelief. "Jyesth, don't do this. I don't want to be king. You are the elder brother - the rightful heir. I want to serve you as you lead the kingdom," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. The thought of taking the throne while his brother was still present felt wrong, and he couldn't accept it.

Their voices overlapped, both of them speaking with urgency and desperation, as if their words could sway Dritharastra's decision. The court was thrown into disarray, the air thick with tension and disbelief.

Bhishma and Satyavati exchanged anxious glances, unsure of what to make of Dritharastra's unexpected announcement. The sense of unity that had just been restored was now teetering on the brink of collapse.

Bhishma, stepping forward with a furrowed brow. "Dritharastra, why this decision? You deserve to be king. You have earned it," he said, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "This kingdom needs you. It's not about limitations - it's about your strength and wisdom. Stepping down isn't the answer."

Satyavati nodded, echoing Bhishma's sentiment. "Dritharastra, you are capable of ruling. If you step down, it should not be because of your blindness" she said, her voice filled with concern. "You have the support of the court, the loyalty of your family. Please, reconsider."

He tightened his grip on their hands, signaling for calm, his voice steady yet gentle. "Vidur, Pandu, please understand that this decision is not made lightly," he said, his words resonating through the courtroom. "I know you both want me to be king, and I am touched by your loyalty and support. But my choice is about the future of Hastinapur. It is about doing what is best for the kingdom, not for myself."

Dritharastra turned his sightless gaze toward Vidur, his voice filled with compassion. "Vidur, Aditya's words made me realise that true vision isn't about whether one can physically see," he began, his tone carrying a weight of realization. "It's about understanding the bigger picture - the needs of our kingdom. As a king, I must always consider what's best for Kingdom. And If there's someone more capable of leading without limitations, someone who can respond quickly and without hesitation, then it's my duty to step aside for the greater good."

Dritharastra paused, his voice gentle but firm. "And let me be clear, my blindness isn't a hindrance to lead as long as I have the support of the court, my family, and trusted advisors. However, it's not about my ability to lead but rather about ensuring Hastinapur has the best leadership possible."

Dritharastra then shifted his attention to Pandu, who looked visibly distraught. "Pandu, you are my Anuj, and I know you don't want this responsibility. But I believe you are the right person to lead. You are strong, wise, and fearless. The kingdom needs someone who can act without hesitation, and I know you are that person." His voice was filled with warmth and trust, hoping to reassure his brother.

The court fell silent, listening intently to Dritharastra's words. Sakuni felt the court's tension as Vidur and Pandu pleaded with Dritharastra not to step down. The room was filled with shock and disbelief; the murmurs grew louder, indicating the confusion spreading through the court. Dritharastra's announcement had thrown everything into turmoil.

Sakuni couldn't remain silent any longer. He stepped forward, addressing Dritharastra directly. "Jija Shree, you were about to be crowned king. You had won over the court's approval after Aditya's defense. Why do you want to step down now?" His voice carried a mix of concern and urgency, hoping to sway Dritharastra's decision.

Dritharastra paused, acknowledging Sakuni's concern with a nod and responded with a calm but firm voice, "I know, but I made this decision after considering everything." His words were resolute, showing that he had carefully weighed his choice.

Sakuni's reaction after listening to Dritharastra was one of disbelief and concern. He turned towards Aditya, who stood nearby with a composed, calm expression.

"Putra," Sakuni said, trying to keep his voice steady, "Why aren't you saying anything to your father? Tell him not to step down or make rash decisions."

With the same calm expression, he said, "Why should I?" Aditya's reply was unexpected, sending shockwaves through the court.

The court fell into stunned silence, everyone taken aback by Aditya's unexpected response. Even Dritharastra's decision to step down hadn't caused as much surprise as his son's composed reaction. Sakuni's disbelief mirrored that of the other courtiers, his expression reflecting the shock rippling through the room.

"WHAT!!?" Sakuni blurted out, unable to contain his astonishment. His voice echoed in the silence that followed, the weight of Aditya's words sinking in. It was clear that even Sakuni, the master strategist, didn't anticipate such a response from Aditya.

Sakuni's brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at Aditya, seeking confirmation that he had heard correctly. "What are you saying, Putra? You already proved that your father's blindness is not a problem. And now, you remain silent while he steps down? Why won't you say anything now?"

The questions hung in the air, echoing the sentiments of everyone present in the court. Aditya's response had left them all bewildered and searching for answers. The young prince, who had fiercely defended his father just moments ago, now seemed indifferent to Dritharastra's decision to step down. The abrupt shift in Aditya's demeanor left the courtiers puzzled, their gazes flickering between father and son, trying to make sense of the situation.

Aditya met Sakuni's gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding far beyond his years. "I defended my father because I believe blindness does not define his ability to lead," he began, his voice steady and filled with a serene authority. "He has vision, wisdom, and the strength to guide the kingdom. His blindness is not a limitation; it is merely a physical condition that does not affect his true capabilities."

The court listened intently, the young prince's words resonating through the hall. "Mamashree, my father just stated that he is not stepping down because of his blindness. His decision is not driven by his inability to see, but by his understanding of what is best for Hastinapur."

Aditya's gaze swept across the room, addressing everyone present. "A true leader is not defined by physical sight but by insight. My father sees beyond the throne; he sees the needs of the kingdom." He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with a measured tone. "If my father has made a choice that reflects the qualities of a true leader, why would I try to change his mind?"

Sakuni, still grappling with the implications, pressed further. "But what if people think that his decision is a sign of weakness?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and urgency. "They might believe that a blind man, or anyone with limitations, cannot be king."

Aditya remained composed, his voice unwavering as he responded. "If people judge my father based on his blindness, then it is their vision that is limited, not his. A true king is not measured by physical sight but by the strength of his character, the wisdom of his decisions, and the purity of his intentions."

He continued, his words carrying a weight of profound wisdom. "If my father believes that there is someone else who can lead without his limitations, someone who can act quickly and decisively, then he's willing to step aside for the good of Hastinapur."

His voice filled with a calm certainty that belied his age. "My father's willingness to step down for the greater good of Hastinapur is a testament to his true strength. It shows that he values the prosperity and stability of the kingdom above his own position. This is not a decision made out of weakness or doubt, but out of the highest wisdom and compassion. If we cannot see the strength in such a decision, then it is we who lack true vision."

Sakuni, perplexed by Aditya's explanation, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Your father could be a great king. He deserves to be on the throne. Why wouldn't you want him to remain king?"

"Mamashree", Aditya said, maintaining his composed demeanor, turned Sakuni's question back to him, his tone thoughtful yet direct. "WHY SHOULD I WANT HIM TO REMAIN KING?" he countered, his words carrying a weight of introspection. "If my father has just demonstrated what a true king should do by prioritizing the kingdom's well-being over personal ambition, then isn't that the epitome of leadership? WHY WOULD I STAND IN THE WAY OF SUCH SELFLESSNESS?"

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "My father's actions are a beacon of what true leadership should be. Therefore, I support his decision wholeheartedly, as it is made with the purest intentions for Hastinapur's future."

The court was silent, absorbing the profound wisdom of Aditya's words. Even Sakuni, with all his cunning, could not find a flaw in the young prince's reasoning. The clarity and righteousness in Aditya's argument were undeniable, and the courtiers began to see Dritharastra's decision in a new light.

Given his shrewdness and ability to assess situations, Sakuni understood the delicate balance of power within the court. Attempting to argue against Aditya's stance could potentially backfire, putting him in a vulnerable position akin to Vidur's. It was a risk he was unwilling to take.

Sakuni, seeing the direction the debate had taken, realized he had to let go of his attempts to keep Dritharastra on the throne. The court's unified respect for Dritharastra's selfless decision made it clear that Pandu's coronation was the right choice for the kingdom. Despite his disappointment, Sakuni knew he had to accept the outcome.

"It looks like I cannot change Dritharastra's decision," Sakuni thought ruefully, his gaze flickering between father and son. "And Aditya's unwavering support only strengthens their bond. Even if I were to challenge them, would it not be futile? After all, Aditya has already proven his ability to turn the tables and make even the most seasoned courtiers question their positions."

A sense of resignation washed over Sakuni as he realized the futility of his efforts. "It seems I have no choice but to stay silent," Sakuni acknowledged begrudgingly.

Sakuni stood in silence, his mind racing as he grappled with the implications of Aditya's unwavering support for Dritharastra's decision. He had always envisioned Dritharastra on the throne, ensuring that Aditya, as the eldest son of the king, would be the natural heir and future ruler. This plan was now unraveling before his eyes.

"If Dritharastra steps down," Sakuni thought, "What if Aditya loses his chance to be Yuvraj and eventually king. And there's nothing I can do now; both father and son are aligned in this decision."

As Sakuni's hopes crumbled, the court's attention shifted to the proceedings.

Dritharastra's step toward selflessness and Aditya's thoughtful responses left the court with a profound sense of respect and admiration for the family. The debate had shown that true kingship was not about holding onto power but about making sacrifices for the greater good.

Bhishma and Satyavati stepped forward, their expressions solemn yet respectful.

Satyavati spoke first, her voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "Dritharastra's selfless decision to step down has shown us that he is a true king in spirit. Even if he does not sit on the throne, he has proven himself to be a great leader."

Bhishma nodded in agreement, his authoritative voice resonating through the hall. "We must respect Dritharastra's decision. There is no doubt he would have led the kingdom effectively, but we must honor his choice. Dritharastra has chosen Pandu to be king, and we shall proceed with his coronation."

In the midst of the court, Dritharastra's surprising decision hung heavy in the air. Pandu, torn between his loyalty to his elder brother and his own doubts about becoming king, stood quietly, wrestling with his emotions.

"Jyesth," Pandu finally spoke up he began hesitantly, using the respectful term for elder brother, "If I say something now, will you change your decision?" His tone was earnest, hoping to convince Dritharastra to reconsider.

"Pandu, my dear brother," Dritharastra replied, his expression gentle but firm, "your words mean a lot to me. But my decision is final. And I believe you will be a great king. I ask you to trust and respect my decision."

Feeling a mix of disappointment and acceptance, Pandu sighed, accepting his brother's decision. He knew Dritharastra had thought long and hard about this, and he respected his brother's judgment.

As the court observed in silence, Bhishma, the venerable elder, approached Pandu and said, "Sometimes, supporting a decision takes more courage than making one. In times of uncertainty, true strength lies in supporting a decision made for the greater good. Trust in your brother's judgment."

The court watched as the preparations for Pandu's coronation began. The ceremonial rituals were carried out with great precision and reverence. The sacred fire was lit, priests chanted hymns, and the atmosphere was charged with a sense of destiny unfolding.

Pandu knelt before the royal dais, and Bhishma, acting as the officiator, placed the crown upon his head. The golden crown, adorned with precious gems, gleamed in the torchlight, signifying the transfer of power.

As Pandu rose, now Maharaj Pandu, the court erupted in applause, though the emotions were mixed.

With a heavy heart, Pandu accepted the crown, symbolizing his new role as king. As it settled on his head, he felt a weight of responsibility, but also a sense of determination to lead with honor and wisdom.

Sakuni, a master of manipulation and cunning, saw an opportunity to sow seeds of doubt amidst the court's celebration of Pandu's coronation. With a subtle yet calculated demeanor, he stepped forward, his presence commanding attention."Maharaj Pandu," Sakuni began, his voice dripping with honeyed words and hidden agendas, "may I seek your permission to speak?"

Pandu, embodying the virtues of a just and humble ruler, nodded graciously. "Yes, Gandhar Raj, speak freely. What is on your mind?"

Sakuni's gaze swept across the court, his eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and guile. "According to tradition," he continued, his words laced with a hint of intrigue, "the eldest son of the king, or the eldest son of the generation, ascends to the throne. Now that you are king, Maharaj Pandu, what about Aditya?"

His question hung in the air, pregnant with implications.

Pandu furrowed his brow in confusion at Sakuni's insinuations. "Gandhar Raj, I fail to grasp your meaning. What exactly do you imply by 'what about Aditya'?"

His tone was firm, yet tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Sakuni, ever the master of intrigue, responded with a deceptive smile, his words veiled in layers of calculated ambiguity. "Maharaj Pandu, forgive me if my words seem cryptic," he replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming with hidden agendas. "I merely seek clarification on the succession of the throne and the implications for Aditya's rightful place in the line of succession."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with a calculated air of diplomacy.

Sakuni, now addressing the entire court, framed his inquiry with precision. "Does Maharaj Pandu's ascension mean that his sons will be the future kings? What then becomes of Aditya's rightful claim to the throne?" Sakuni's question hung in the air, a subtle yet pointed inquiry that reverberated through the court.

"What I mean, esteemed courtiers, is this: with Maharaj Pandu assuming the throne, does this alter the succession line? Aditya, as the eldest son of the next generation, holds a claim to the throne by virtue of tradition. How do we reconcile this with the present circumstances?"

Sakuni sought to plant the seeds of doubt, subtly questioning the legitimacy of Pandu's reign while championing the claim of his sister's eldest son, Aditya.

As Sakuni's words hung in the air, the courtiers exchanged nervous glances and murmured amongst themselves. Whispers began to circulate like a gentle breeze, carrying with them the seeds of doubt planted by Sakuni's cunning inquiry.

"How could we overlook Rajkumar Aditya's claim to the throne?" one courtier whispered to another, his voice tinged with concern.

"Indeed, what if Maharaj Pandu's sons are now seen as the rightful heirs?" another chimed in, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Where does that leave our Rajkumar Aditya?"Amidst the hushed discussions, a sense of unease settled over the court like a heavy cloak.

As the courtiers continued their whispered exchanges, Sakuni observed with a subtle satisfaction, pleased to see the seeds of doubt taking root among them. Their concerns validated his strategy, and he nodded imperceptibly, acknowledging their apprehensions.

However, before the discussion could escalate further, Bhishma, the venerable statesman, intervened with his authoritative voice cutting through the murmurs. "Gandhar Raj," he began, his tone firm yet respectful, "this is not the time nor the place to discuss such matters. Pandu has just been crowned king, and the question of succession will be addressed in due time. Let us focus on supporting him in his new role and trust in his wisdom."

Sakuni listened to Bhishma's words with a composed demeanor, his gaze unwavering. "Mahamahim Bhishma," he replied with a courteous nod, "I understand the importance of patience and respect for Maharaj Pandu's reign. My intention was merely to seek clarification on matters of succession for the sake of clarity and unity within the kingdom."

Pandu, sensing the need to address the growing tension, spoke up with resolve. "Gandhari Raj," he said, his voice carrying the weight of conviction, "there is no doubt that Aditya will be the one to ascend the throne after me. His lineage and character make him a worthy successor."

But Sakuni, ever the provocateur, persisted with his line of questioning. "But Maharaj Pandu," he interjected, his tone calculated and insistent, "what if your sons stake their claim as rightful heirs? After all, Aditya is not the son of the king."

The court held its breath, awaiting Pandu's response to Sakuni's provocative inquiry, the tension in the air palpable.

Pandu's words resonated through the court, carrying the weight of his conviction and unwavering belief in Aditya's potential. "After witnessing everything today," he began, his voice steady and resolute, "there is no doubt that Aditya would be a great king in the future." Pausing briefly, he fixed his gaze upon Sakuni, his eyes conveying a depth of emotion. "I consider Aditya as my son, not just my nephew. As the eldest son of the next generation, Aditya is the rightful heir."

Turning to Vidur, Pandu sought counsel from his trusted advisor. "Mahamantri Vidur," he addressed him respectfully, "I want to make Aditya as Yuvraj. What do you think?"

Vidur, known for his wisdom and sound judgment, considered Pandu's proposal thoughtfully. "Today, Aditya has proven to us his maturity and wisdom beyond his years," he replied, his voice carrying a tone of certainty. "I believe this decision to make him Yuvraj is the best course of action. It will not only honor his rightful place in the succession of the throne but also alleviate any doubts or concerns among the courtiers regarding the future leadership of Hastinapur."

Pandu nodded in agreement, his decision affirmed by Vidur's endorsement. With a sense of resolve and clarity, he turned his attention back to the court, ready to implement his decision and pave the way for Aditya's future as Yuvraj.

The gravity of the moment seemed to sink in for everyone present-except Aditya, who asked one simple question: "WHY?"

As Aditya's voice echoed through the hall, a wave of perplexity swept over the assembled courtiers. Why? The question hung in the air, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the room. All eyes turned to Aditya, intrigued by his unexpected query.

Sakuni, ever the opportunist, attempted to intervene, offering a placating response. "Mere bache, you'll be the future king," he asserted, his tone oozing with false reassurance. "You are the rightful heir to the throne."

But Aditya, displaying a wisdom far beyond his years, his demeanor calm yet resolute. "Why should I be king?" he repeated, his voice steady and unwavering.

His question hung in the air, challenging the very foundation of Sakuni's argument. With a piercing gaze, Aditya turned directly to Sakuni, his inquiry directed squarely at his uncle. "DIDN'T MY FATHER JUST PROVE THAT IT'S NOT ABOUT THE ELDEST WHO SHOULD BE KING, BUT THE ONE WHO IS MORE SUITED?"

Sakuni found himself at a loss for words, his usual silver tongue failing him in the face of Aditya's astute observation. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words emerged. Caught off guard by Aditya's insight, Sakuni struggled to formulate a coherent reply, his mind racing to find a suitable answer to Aditya's probing question.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Sakuni managed to muster a response, albeit a feeble one. "Aditya, my dear boy," he began, his voice faltering slightly, "tradition, uh, tradition dictates that..." He paused, searching for the right words to justify his stance, but found himself unable to provide a satisfactory explanation.

Aditya stood tall before the assembly, his gaze unwavering as he addressed each member of the court with a series of probing questions that cut through the veil of tradition.

"Pitamah," Aditya addressed Bhishma, his voice steady and resolute, "Just because I'm the eldest son, does it mean I'm automatically entitled to be yuvraj or king? Shouldn't it be based on merit, not just birthright?"

Turning to Vidur with a gaze filled with earnest inquiry, Aditya posed his next question. "Kakashree Vidur," he continued, "WHAT ABOUT MY BROTHERS WHO AREN'T EVEN BORN YET? ARE THEY AUTOMATICALLY EXCLUDED FROM BEING YUVRAJ? What if they show the right qualities?"

Next, Aditya turned to Pandu, his uncle, with a mixture of respect and familial affection. "Chote pitashree," he began, "what about your children Or Kakashree's children? What if they're better suited to lead? How can we decide who is the most capable without giving everyone a chance? Without giving an opportunity to prove themselves, regardless of birth order or other factors?"

Finally, Aditya turned to Dritharastra, his father, with a mixture of reverence and earnestness. "Pitashree," he said, "I don't want to be chosen just because I'm the eldest or because I'm born into the royal family. Shouldn't the best person lead, regardless of their birth order? Shouldn't it be based on who can best serve the kingdom? ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU JUST PROVED BY STEPPING DOWN EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE THE ELDEST?"

And then as Aditya addressed the entire court, his words carried a profound message of empowerment and equality. "Shouldn't I have the freedom to choose my path?" he asked, his voice echoing with conviction. "Why should my future be determined now?"

After hearing his questions, everyone started thinking, Aditya's questions echoed through the assembly hall, prompting each member of the court to ponder deeply. His questions are thought-provoking and challenge the long-standing traditions of the court, prompting each member to reevaluate their beliefs about leadership, succession, and fairness. His inquiry into whether merit should supersede birthright resonates deeply with the courtiers, leading them to acknowledge the importance of evaluating individuals based on their abilities and character rather than their lineage.

Bhishma, the venerable patriarch, spoke first, his voice resonating with wisdom earned through centuries. "Putra," he began, "your words strike at the heart of our traditions. Merit should indeed be the guiding principle in matters of leadership, transcending the confines of birthright."

Vidur, known for his sagacity and discernment, offered a supportive nod to Aditya. "Aditya," he said, his tone reflecting both admiration and respect, "you raise a valid point. Birth should not preclude anyone from the opportunity to serve the kingdom. YOUR BROTHERS, LIKE ALL INDIVIDUALS, HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO ASPIRE TO LEADERSHIP POSITIONS. They, too, should be judged solely by their abilities, character, and dedication to the welfare of our kingdom."

Dritharastra, Aditya's father, listened intently to his son's words, a sense of pride swelling within him. "My son," he said, his voice reflecting both conviction and paternal warmth, "indeed, your observations are astute. My decision to step down proves that leadership is not about birthright or being the eldest but about who can best serve the kingdom. Your wisdom echoes the very essence of true leadership, and it gives me hope for a future where merit prevails over tradition."

As Aditya's questions reverberated through the chamber, each member of the court contemplated the profound implications of his inquiries. His words had sparked a dialogue that challenged the very foundation of tradition, urging them to reconsider the principles upon which their society was built.

Pandu regarded Aditya with a smile, a sense of reassurance washing over him. "Aditya," he said warmly, "your words today have reaffirmed my belief in your capabilities. You have indeed proven that you possess the qualities of a great leader." His tone emphasized Aditya's insight and calm demeanor. "Your intuition and reasoning are beyond your years."

Continuing with sincerity, Pandu addressed Aditya directly. "Putra, I chose you because I believe in your potential. However, the final decision will be yours - whether to lead or choose someone else."

Acknowledging the validity of Aditya's questions, Pandu turned to address the court once more. "I chose Aditya as Yuvraj because I believe he has the qualities to lead this kingdom in the future. But he has the freedom to choose his path. If he decides not to be king, then he will have the authority to choose the next leader, be it his brothers, my sons, or Vidur's sons. It doesn't matter who is the eldest or the order of the birth; everyone will be considered."

Pandu's words carried the weight of conviction as he continued, "Your father has stepped down and made me king. He choose me because he thinks I am better suited than him. In the same way, if you think someone else who is more capable than you, I trust you to make the right choice. This kingdom deserves a leader who can inspire and guide, and I believe you have that potential. And I will respect your judgment just as I respected my jyesth's judgment."

Finally, Pandu stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "As my first decision as king, I declare Aditya as the Yuvraj of Hastinapur. He will succeed me as king when the time comes," he declared firmly. "THIS DECISION IS FINAL."

As Pandu's proclamation echoed through the chamber, Sakuni stood among the courtiers, his expression unreadable. His mind raced with a tumult of conflicting emotions, caught between surprise and satisfaction.

Never had he anticipated Pandu's immediate decree, making Aditya the Yuvraj then and there. It exceeded even his most elaborate schemes, a twist in fate that left him both astounded and gratified.

Aditya stood quietly for a moment, absorbing the weight of Pandu's words. The room was silent, all eyes on him. Finally, he looked up, his gaze meeting Pandu's.

Everyone present waited with bated breath, eager to hear what Aditya would say. Would he accept being Yuvraj?

"Chote Pitashree," Aditya began, his voice steady and composed, "I understand the faith you have placed in me. Your words have shown me that being Yuvraj is not just about power or position, but about responsibility."

He paused, the tension in the room palpable. Then, with a calm resolve, he continued, "I accept your decision."

The moment Aditya spoke, a collective sigh of relief swept through the court. Smiles spread across the faces of the courtiers, and they immediately hailed,

"Maharaj Pandu ki jai! Yuvraj Aditya ki jai!"

Watching Aditya accept the mantle of Yuvraj with grace and humility, Sakuni couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. The boy had surpassed his expectations, proving himself not just as a worthy heir but as a catalyst for change within the kingdom.

A subtle smile played upon Sakuni's lips as he observed the scene unfolding before him. In that moment, he realized that his nephew's ascension to the role of Yuvraj marked the beginning of a new era. Despite any previous misgivings or schemes, Sakuni's sole intention had always been to ensure Aditya's place in the line of succession, and now that goal had been achieved beyond his wildest imaginings.

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Throughout the bustling streets of Hastinapur, the news spread like wildfire, carried on the lips of every citizen and courtier who had witnessed the historic events unfold in the royal court. From the grandest halls to the humblest market stalls, the tale of Dritharastra's decision to step down, Pandu's coronation, and Aditya's ascension to the role of Yuvraj echoed with fervor.

In every corner of the kingdom, people gathered in excited clusters, recounting every detail of the momentous occasion. They spoke of Mahamantri Vidur's bold opposition to Dritharastra's coronation.

But it was Aditya's steadfast defense of his father's honor that truly captured the hearts of the people. His eloquent words and unwavering support resonated deeply with all who listened, inspiring admiration and reverence for the young prince's unwavering loyalty and integrity.

As word spread of Dritharastra's selfless decision to step down in favor of his brother, a wave of solemn respect swept through the crowds. Many marveled at the humility and selflessness displayed by the elder prince, seeing in his actions a rare example of true nobility and sacrifice.

And when the news of Pandu's coronation and Aditya's appointment as Yuvraj reached their ears, the kingdom erupted in jubilant celebration. From the bustling markets to the opulent palaces, the air was filled with cheers and applause, the people of Hastinapur united in their joy and anticipation for the future.

Aditya's name was on everyone's lips, spoken with reverence and admiration. In him, they saw the promise of a new era, a leader who embodied the virtues of wisdom, compassion, and integrity.

Amidst the bustling streets, one voice exclaimed, "Yuvraj is a Suryaputra! How can he not have the qualities of a king?" A nod of agreement came from another, adding, "Indeed! With such lineage, he must possess all the qualities of royalty."

In a quieter corner, a conversation turned to Dritharastra's selfless act. "We must respect Rajkumar Dritharastra's decision," one person remarked. "He may not wear the crown, but his sacrifice speaks volumes." Another responded affirmatively, saying, "Yes, indeed. His actions prove his worthiness, regardless of his title."

As the discussions continued, two figures approached the person who had spoken of Aditya's lineage. "Who is the Suryaputra you are talking about?? And does the child have kavach Kundals?" they inquired.

"The Yuvraj of Hastinapur is indeed a Suryaputra, and he possesses divine kavach Kundals bestowed by Suryadev," came the response.

Curious, another person chimed in, "Why are you asking?"

However, without uttering a word in response, the two questioners exchanged knowing glances and quietly left, leaving the conversation hanging in uncertainty.

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"Jyesth!!!'' Pandu addressing his elder brother, Dritharastra, with affection and respect.

"I accepted your decision, so you should accept mine as well. I want you to be my advisor. So what if you are not sitting on a throne? I still want you to guide me," Pandu says, tugging at Dritharastra's hand in a gesture of brotherly camaraderie.

Dritharastra smiles warmly at Pandu's earnestness and replies, "Okay, okay. I will be your advisor. Now, stop pulling my hand."

Observing this exchange, Vidur shakes his head in silent contemplation. "Jyesth, do you think you made the right decision in making Bhrata Pandu king? Seeing him like this, I am questioning myself how I thought Bhrata Pandu is better than you," Vidur reflects, expressing his doubts.

Pandu, rebukes him gently. "At least you accept your mistake now," he says, conveying his disappointment.

Lowering his head in acknowledgment, Vidur replies softly, "I am sorry, Jyesth."

Dritharastra intervenes with a note of authority, "No need to apologize. You both are my brothers, and no matter what you do or say, I would always forgive you instantly."

Dritharastra then shifts the conversation to Aditya, expressing his pride in the young prince's defense of him. "Pandu, Vidur, did you see how Aditya defended me? I never felt so proud in my life," he says, prompting Pandu and Vidur to join in, sharing their admiration for Aditya and indulging in brotherly banter and camaraderie.

Pandu smiles, his expression softening as he responds, "Yes, Jyesth. He has proven himself to be a worthy successor."

Vidur chimes in, his voice reflecting admiration for both Aditya and Pandu. "Bhrata Pandu, you made the right decision in making Aditya Yuvraj. His actions today have shown that he possesses the qualities of a true leader," Vidur affirms, his tone sincere.

The brothers share a moment of silent understanding, united in their confidence in Aditya's ability to lead Hastinapur into a prosperous future. In their bond of brotherhood and shared purpose, they find strength and solace, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.

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In Gandhari's chamber, Sakuni enters with a smile, brimming with happiness. "Gandhari, Aditya is Yuvraj now. Are you happy?" he exclaims eagerly.

Gandhari's expression is thoughtful as she responds, "I am happy, but Sakuni, why did you speak about Aditya's claim to the throne?"

Sakuni explains, "Sister, if Pandu is king, then how can Aditya be the king of Hastinapur after completing his education?"

Gandhari pauses, her tone soft but firm, "Whether Aditya will be king or not is not a decision to be made today. This is a time for my son to enjoy his childhood."

Sakuni persists, "But with Pandu as king, Maharaj Pandu's sons will claim to be the rightful heirs. How can I let that happen when your son is the eldest of Kuruvansh? Aditya deserves his rightful place."

Gandhari's warning is clear as she replies, "Sakuni, I love my son dearly, and I want him to cherish his childhood without worrying about royal court matters. If you ever try to interfere again, especially concerning Aditya, I will never forgive you."

Sakuni solemnly promises, "I will never harm Aditya. I cannot even think about hurting him. I know how dear he is to you. I only want what's best for my nephew, without any obstacles."

Gandhari acknowledges with a simple "Hmm," and they return to their conversation as siblings, their bond unshaken despite their differing perspectives.

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A few days had passed since the coronation and the appointment of Aditya as Yuvraj. The air of Hastinapur was still thick with excitement and pride. Every corner of the kingdom buzzed with tales of the momentous events. But amidst the joyous atmosphere, a shadow of intrigue loomed.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the grand palace of Hastinapur. The corridors, usually bustling with activity, were now quiet as most of the inhabitants had retired for the night. Only the soft footsteps of patrolling guards echoed through the hallways.

Two figures, cloaked in darkness, moved silently through the palace grounds. They had entered the palace under the guise of workers and had bided their time, waiting for the opportune moment to execute their sinister plan.

The two figures exchanged a quick glance, their eyes gleaming with purpose. They reached into their pouches and retrieved small packets of a fine, shimmering powder. With practiced ease, they sprinkled the powder on the guards they encountered, who quickly fell into a deep, enchanted sleep.

Inside the palace, Bhishma and Vidur were walking through the dimly lit corridors, engaged in a discussion about various matters related to the royal court. Their voices were low, reflecting the late hour and the seriousness of their conversation.

As they continued their discussion, Vidur's keen eyes suddenly caught sight of something unusual. The two guards stationed further down the corridor lay unconscious on the floor.

"Look, Tatshree!" Vidur exclaimed, pointing towards the prone figures. "The guards are unconscious."

Bhishma's eyes widened with alarm. "This is the way to Aditya's chamber. Why are all the guards unconscious?" he said, his voice filled with urgency.

"Something is amiss," Bhishma muttered, his mind racing with possibilities. "Go alert the others and secure the palace. Make sure no one escapes and tell Pandu to come to Aditya's chamber quickly. I will go and check on Aditya."

Vidur nodded, his face grave with concern, and hurried down the corridor to carry out Bhishma's orders. Bhishma, his heart pounding with worry, rushed towards Aditya's chamber, his steps quick and determined.

Meanwhile, the two cloaked figures had already made their way to Aditya's chamber. With silent footsteps, they approached the door, their minds consumed by their dark purpose. One of them carefully opened the door, and they slipped inside, their movements swift and deliberate.

Inside the chamber, Aditya lay asleep, unaware of the danger that lurked nearby. The intruders, their hearts filled with malice, advanced towards the sleeping prince, their intentions clear.

But just as they reached out to harm Aditya, a radiant light suddenly flooded the room. The divine kavach Kundals on Aditya's body glowed with an intense brilliance, repelling the darkness that sought to harm him.

The light from the kavach Kundals was not just blinding; it was purifying. The tattoos on the intruders' bodies, symbols of their dark intent, began to fade and then disappeared entirely, as if a malevolent spell had been broken.

Startled and disoriented, the intruders stumbled back, their faces contorted with fear and confusion. They looked around wildly, unable to comprehend what was happening to them.

Outside the chamber, Bhishma, alerted by the sudden burst of light, rushed to the scene. He burst into the chamber to find the intruders standing dazed and bewildered, their sinister purpose thwarted by the divine intervention.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to harm Aditya?" Bhishma's voice thundered through the room, his presence commanding and fierce.

But before they could respond, Vidur, along with Pandu and a group of guards, rushed in. They quickly secured the intruders, who were too stunned by the divine intervention to resist.

The commotion woke Aditya, who blinked sleepily, trying to understand what was happening. Pandu, seeing him awake, quickly moved in front of Aditya to shield him from the sight of the intruders and hugged him tightly.

"Putra, are you alright?" Pandu asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Chote Pitashree? What happened? Why are you here?" Aditya asked, his voice curious and slightly confused, his small arms wrapping around Pandu.

By this time, Bhishma and the others had quickly taken the intruders outside, ensuring Aditya would not see them. The room was now quiet, save for the soft sounds of Pandu and Aditya's conversation.

Pandu, relieved that the threat was gone, broke the hug and smiled warmly at his son. "Putra, I was just checking on you. It's late. Go back to sleep. I will stay here until you fall asleep," he said gently.

Aditya nodded, his eyes already drooping with sleep.

Pandu watched as Aditya settled back into his bed, his breathing evening out as he drifted back to sleep. Once he was sure Aditya was fast asleep, Pandu whispered to himself, "Why would anyone try to harm Aditya?"

With one last glance to ensure Aditya was safe, Pandu left the chamber, his mind already racing with thoughts of how to protect his beloved nephew from any future threats. He knew they had to be vigilant, but for now, Aditya was safe, and that was all that mattered.

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The intruders, their faces etched with confusion and fear, were swiftly escorted to the palace dungeons, a grim and imposing place where enemies of the state were held for interrogation. Bhishma, Vidur, and Dhritarashtra stood before them, their expressions grave as they assessed the two men.

Both intruders were visibly shaken, their eyes filled with tears of bewilderment and despair. They trembled as they recounted their ordeal, struggling to make sense of the events that had transpired.

Pandu arrived, his expression still filled with concern. Dhritarashtra, sensing his presence, turned his head in Pandu's direction and asked, "Is Aditya alright?"

"Yes, Jyesth, he is sleeping," Pandu replied, his worry momentarily easing. He then turned his attention to the intruders, his eyes narrowing with resolve.

"Who are you? And where are you from?" Bhishma asked, his voice gentle but firm.

The intruders hesitated for a moment before one of them spoke up. "I... I am from... from Magadha."

Vidur's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Magadha, a neighboring kingdom known for its strained relationship with Hastinapur. The revelation only deepened the mystery surrounding the intruders' motives.

Pandu then asked the other intruder, "And you?"

"I... I am from... from Kosala, Maharaj."

Hearing Kosala, Vidur's thoughts shifted. Kosala was an ally of Hastinapur, making their involvement seem less likely. Vidur's brow furrowed with suspicion and curiosity.

Pandu, who had been listening intently, stepped forward. "Who sent you? Why were you trying to harm Aditya?"

His voice faltered as he spoke, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. It was clear that the intruders were as perplexed by their actions as everyone else.

Bhishma's gaze hardened as he pressed for more information. "Was it someone from Kosala or Magadha?"

The intruders exchanged a hesitant glance before one of them spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "We... we don't know who he is, Maharaj. He... he was cloaked in darkness, and... and we couldn't see his face. He... he ordered us to find the child with the divine kavach and kundals and either kill him or capture him...."

The other intruder, tears streaming down his face, added, "Maharaj, we would never hurt a child. Everything we did... it was against our will."

As he spoke, his voice trembled with the weight of his confession. "We have been traveling for many days, trying to find the child. We heard people talking about the Yuvraj as Suryaputra and we came to know about his divine kavach and kundals, and we knew he was the one we sought."

He looked to Bhishma, Vidur, and Dhritarashtra, his gaze pleading for understanding. "Please, Maharaj, believe us. We were nothing but pawns in his game. We did not act of our own free will."

Then they were super scared, and one of the intruders said, "We shouldn't have gone through that cursed land."

The other one readily agreed, "There is a reason that land is said to be cursed. All this is happening because of that only."

Pandu, sensing a lead, asked them, "What cursed land are you talking about?"

Both intruders together said, "Andhaka Van / Andhaka Forest."

Pandu and Vidur looked confused, hearing the name for the first time, but Bhishma's mind raced with possibilities.

Pandu asked Bhishma, "Tatshree, do you know about this cursed land?"

Bhishma nodded slowly, his expression grave. "Yes, it is indeed said to be a place cursed by the Trimurti themselves. I do not know the exact reason, but even after eons, no one dares to go there."

("Eons" refers to an extremely long period of time, often used metaphorically to describe an indefinite or immense duration, typically spanning millions or billions of years.)

The words hung in the air, shrouded in uncertainty. It was clear that the intruders were not acting of their own accord but under the command of a mysterious figure whose identity remained unknown.

Bhishma, turned to the guards. "Watch them closely. Do not let them out of your sight."

The guards nodded, securing the intruders.

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Later, in a private chamber, Bhishma, Vidur, Dhritarashtra, and Pandu convened to discuss the alarming revelations.

Bhishma spoke first, his voice heavy with concern. "These men mentioned Magadha and Kosala. We must consider the possibility that this attack was orchestrated by one of these kingdoms."

Vidur, thoughtful as always, responded, "Tatshree, Kosala is our ally. I find it hard to believe they would do something like this. Our relations have been amicable, and there's no reason for them to attack our prince."

Pandu nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Tatshree. Kosala has no motive to harm Aditya. But Magadha... our relations with them have been strained. It's possible they sent these men."

Dhritarashtra, his expression thoughtful, added, "Kosala has been a trusted ally for many years. However, we cannot completely rule out the possibility of internal factions within Kosala acting independently. Yet, Magadha remains the more plausible culprit given our strained relations."

Bhishma considered their words carefully. "Yes, Magadha is a more likely suspect given our recent tensions. But we must not jump to conclusions without concrete evidence."

Pandu hesitated before speaking, "What about the cursed la--"

Bhishma's eyes narrowed, and he cut Pandu off sharply. "We must not speak of that place lightly. A land cursed by the Trimurti is not to be trifled with. It may hold dark powers and secrets beyond our understanding. Discussing it further could invite more danger."

Bhishma's stern tone made it clear that this topic was not up for discussion. The air was thick with tension, and the gravity of the situation was palpable. The mention of Andhaka Van had cast a shadow over the room, leaving everyone with a sense of unease and foreboding.

As Bhishma, Vidur, Dhritarashtra, and Pandu exchanged troubled glances, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon them. They were facing a threat unlike any they had encountered before, one that threatened not only the safety of Hastinapur but the very fabric of their kingdom. The conversation about Andhaka was abruptly ended, leaving a lingering sense of dread and mystery.

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Bhishma, Dritharastra, Vidur, and Pandu then made their way to the family room, where Gandhari, Shakuni, Satyavati, Ambika, and Ambalika were waiting. They had all gone to Aditya's chamber initially but left immediately to avoid alarming the young prince, who was clever enough to understand that something had happened.

As they entered the room, the family members looked at them with a mix of anxiety and anticipation, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Bhishma took a deep breath, his demeanor grave yet composed, as he prepared to recount the night's events and address the looming threat that had befallen Hastinapur.

Just as Bhishma began to speak, Gandhari was the first to react, her blindfolded eyes betraying her worry as she rose from her seat. "Pandu, is Aditya safe? I must see him," she implored, her voice tinged with both fear and determination.

Pandu, ever the reassuring figure, approached her gently. "Bhabhi, Shree Aditya is fine. He is sleeping. I think you should hear us out first before going to him," he said, understanding the depth of her concern.

Bhishma cleared his throat, his voice steady as he recounted the events of the night. He detailed the intrusion into Aditya's chamber, the apprehension of the intruders, and the unsettling revelation of their origins from Magadha and Kosala. He spoke leaving out any mention of Andhaka Van as instructed during their private discussion.

As he finished his account, a heavy silence enveloped the family room, each member grappling with the implications of the newfound threat to their kingdom.

Satyavati was the first to break the silence, her voice tinged with concern. "But why would someone from Magadha and Kosala target Aditya? What purpose could they have in harming our prince?"

Ambika, her expression furrowed in worry, voiced her apprehension. "Could this be the beginning of a larger conspiracy? Are there others who seek to undermine the stability of Hastinapur?"

Ambalika, ever the pragmatic one, interjected with a question. "Do we have any leads on who might be behind this? Could it be a lone act or part of a larger plot?"

Shakuni, always the strategist, voiced his thoughts with a measured tone. "We need to consider if this was orchestrated by Magadha or if someone is using Magadha as a cover. Our relations with Magadha have been strained but not openly hostile. We must tread carefully."

He glanced around the room, his gaze settling on Bhishma, Vidur, and Pandu, before continuing, "As for Kosala, our ally, it's unlikely they would orchestrate such an attack. Our bond has been strong, and there's little reason for them to harm Aditya."

His words resonated with a sense of urgency, underscoring the need for vigilance and decisive measures in the face of the looming threat.

Dhritarashtra added, "We cannot jump to conclusions and accuse Magadha without solid evidence. It could lead to unnecessary conflict."

Vidur nodded in agreement. "We need to investigate this thoroughly. If someone within Magadha is involved, we must find out who and why.

Satyavati's concern echoed through the room, her voice laced with worry. "What should we do now? What if someone tries to harm Aditya again?"

Ambalika added, "Aditya's kavach can protect him, right?"

Pandu then shared his thoughts, "Mata, The intruders said they were ordered to find the child with the divine kavach and kundals. If Aditya's kavach appears again, he would be in more danger, as they would be searching for the child with these divine protections."

Bhishma concluded, "For now, We will increase the security around Aditya and the palace."

Listening intently to the discussion, Shakuni weighed the information carefully. "It's clear that whoever is behind this has knowledge of Aditya's divine protections. We need to take swift action to safeguard Aditya and the kingdom."

Sakuni's suggestion drew attention as he proposed a solution. "Perhaps it's best to send Aditya away from Hastinapur. If he remains here, he may be vulnerable to further attacks."

Sakuni turned to Dritharashtra and Gandhari, suggesting a course of action. "Jija Shree, I CAN TAKE ADITYA TO GANDHAR. IF HE STAYS HERE, WHAT IF SOMEONE TRIES TO HARM HIM AGAIN?"

He then addressed Gandhari directly, holding her hand. "SISTER, I PROMISE YOU, I WON'T LET ANYONE HARM ADITYA. I THINK STAYING AWAY FROM HASTINAPUR FOR SOME TIME IS BEST FOR ADITYA FOR NOW."

Gandhari, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "Tatshree, I have a suggestion as to where we can send Aditya."

Bhishma encouraged her to share her thoughts, his expression attentive. "Putri Gandhari, speak your mind."

Gandhari turned to Kripacharya, her tone thoughtful yet decisive. "Kripacharya, I heard from Ashwathama that he is going to his grandfather's ashram."

Kripacharya nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Putri. RISHI BHARADWAJA has asked to send Ashwathama to his ashram. He mentioned something about the SAPTA RISHI'S gathering at his ashram, and Rishi Bharadwaja wants Ashwathama to serve and learn from them."

Gandhari's tone conveyed determination as she proposed her plan. "Tatshree, I think it's best if Aditya accompanies Ashwathama to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram under the guidance of the Sapta Rishis. I believe he would be safe there, at least until we find out who is trying to harm my son."

Bhishma nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting both approval and gratitude. "That's an excellent suggestion, Putri. However, before we proceed, it's imperative that we seek permission from Rishi Bharadwaja. Though he has invited Ashwathama to his ashram, sending Aditya without prior notice would not be appropriate."

Kripacharya, acknowledging the necessity of this step, assured the group, "Rest assured, Mahamahim Bhishma, I will send a letter to Rishi Bharadwaja, informing him of our intentions and seeking his blessings before we send Aditya to his ashram."

With the course of action decided, everyone felt a semblance of relief wash over them. Gandhari's suggestion had provided a sense of direction amidst the uncertainty that loomed over Hastinapur.

Bhishma addressed the group with a tone of finality, "Very well then. Let us proceed accordingly. Kripacharya, please ensure that the letter is sent at the earliest opportunity."

Kripacharya nodded in agreement, his sense of responsibility palpable. "Of course, Mahamahim Bhishma. I will make the necessary arrangements without delay."

As the meeting drew to a close, each member of the family retreated to their chambers, their minds filled with thoughts of the impending tasks at hand. Despite the looming threat, there was a sense of unity and resolve among them-a determination to protect their kingdom and loved ones at any cost.





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Okay how is the chapter?

What do u think of the arguments presented in the court room in this chapter and previous chapter. 🤔

And Karna is yuvraj but if he decides to not be king in future he can choose anyone out of all his brothers. Only he has that authority not even king.😌

Pandavas/ Kauravas can believe Yudhishthir/ Duryodhana would be yuvraj/ King but that's not going to happen. Decision is in our Suryaputra's hand.

Guys karna would only leave for sometime he will be back since most of you wanted kunti to meet karna on kala pradarshan so he has to leave for sometime now...

I was thinking of Karna learning under Sapta Rishi's for 2 years before returning...

SAPTA RISHI'S - correct me if I am wrong

1)Atri 2)Bharadwaja 3)Gautama 4)Rishi Durvasa 5)Kashyapa 6)Vishwamitra 7)Vashishta

He would recieve one single boon from all the sapta rishi's together. I only said one boon because later he will get from different gurus there are so many right his celestial family, Sukracharya, Parashuram, and the list can go on if u suggest anything...

HELP!!! - i think I am messing up age now karna is 4 so when he comes back from Rishi bharadwaja ashram he would be 6 and Gandhari would be almost 2 years pregnant by the time karna returns.. so in the next year all the Kauravas and Dhusala would be born and that means karna would be 7 and after one year of Kauravas birth karna would be 8 years when he leaves for his education.. (is this okay ? Or i messed up? 😓)

If u have any suggestions for karna learning under Sapta Rishi's and also the timeline I gave - please give it really helps me how to proceed with story

And finally I am really sorry for late updates I am busy in real life and whenever I get time I try to update and i am almost done with next chapter so i will update this weekend.

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