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So till now I said karna is born with Mahadev's essence but as the plot is progressing I want to refer him as Mahadev's ansh

Just like he is a Suryaputra he will also be a Mahadev's ansh

So I am Going to say :- Suryadev and Mahadev are karna's celestial father's - Is that okay for all of you?

I read few stories where karna is Mahadev ansh and all so if my story resembles any other story it's just a coincidence and please tell me so that I can change the plot... So that no one can say i copied their plot

Karna's celestial father's are :- Mahadev and Suryadev.

Karna's mortal mothers are :- Gandhari and Kunti.

And I was thinking of including everyone in my story like karna's celestial family he would be spending time with all of them and learning from all of them.

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...!!!...This chapter is boring...!!!...

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High above the mortal realms, among the celestial peaks, lies Kailash, the abode of Mahadev. This sacred mountain, covered in divine mist and glowing with an otherworldly light, represents the eternal power and peace of its divine residents. Snow-capped peaks pierce the azure sky, their pristine whiteness contrasting sharply with the deep blue above. The air feels calm and peaceful, disturbed only by the gentle rustling of the wind and the distant chimes of celestial bells.

At the heart of this heavenly paradise, surrounded by high cliffs and lush, green meadows, sits Mahadev. His presence is both commanding and comforting, an embodiment of boundless strength and infinite compassion. He sits on a large, weathered stone, a simple yet profound throne that reflects his eternal nature. His eyes are closed, lost in deep meditation, radiating a sense of peace that fills the very air around him.

Beside him sits Mata Parvati, her calm face reflecting the divine grace and beauty that captivates everyone who sees her. Her eyes, tender and loving, rest upon Mahadev, her presence providing unwavering support and devotion. She represents the perfect harmony of strength and gentleness, a balance that sustains the universe.

The silence is deep, a sacred stillness that speaks volumes. It is Parvati who breaks the silence, her voice a melodious whisper carried on the gentle breeze.

"Swami," she says softly, "Surya Dev is approaching."

Mahadev's eyes remain closed, his expression calm yet knowing as he acknowledged Parvati's words. "Yes, Priye," he replies, his voice filled with ancient wisdom. "I knew he would come. I was expecting him."

Parvati's concern is clear in her gentle question. "Is it about our son Karna?" she asked, her gaze fixed intently on Mahadev, searching for reassurance in his response.

Mahadev's answer is firm, his tone carrying the weight of divine foresight. "Yes," he confirms, his voice resonating with quiet authority.

As Mahadev's words fade into the calm air, a bright light appears on the horizon. The golden light grows brighter, signalling the arrival of Surya Dev. His shining chariot, pulled by seven radiant horses, descends gracefully upon the sacred grounds of Kailash.

Surya Dev, majestic and radiant, steps down from his chariot. His eyes, shining with celestial light, fall upon Mahadev, who is in deep meditation. Respecting Mahadev's state, Surya Dev decides to wait patiently.

Turning his attention to Mata Parvati, Surya Dev bows deeply, showing his profound respect for the divine consort of Mahadev.

"Pranam, Mata Parvati," he greets respectfully, his voice carrying the warmth of his celestial essence.

Parvati, full of grace and hospitality, welcomes Surya Dev, her expression glowing with divine affection.

"Welcome, Surya Dev," she says softly, her words a gentle invitation that bridges the realms with effortless grace. "What brings you to our abode today?"

Surya Dev's expression is earnest as he replies, "Mata Parvati, I seek answers of great importance, and clarity on matters that weigh heavily upon my heart."

Parvati nods understandingly.

After hearing Surya Dev's plea, Mahadev opens his eyes and looks at Surya Dev. "Surya Dev," he speaks softly, his voice carrying the weight of millennia. "What is it that weighs heavily upon your heart?"

Surya Dev bows respectfully before Mahadev, acknowledging the seriousness of the moment. "Mahadev," he begins, "I come seeking your guidance, for only you hold the answers I seek, knowing that nothing is hidden from your all-seeing gaze."

Mahadev's gaze, calm and all-knowing, meets Surya Dev's earnest expression. With a knowing smile, he responds, "Indeed, Surya Dev," his voice filled with understanding. "Share your worries, I am here to listen." he says gently.

Surya Dev's voice carries a note of urgency as he asks Mahadev, "The one who attacked Karna... Those marks... Is he released?..." his words echo in the sanctum of Kailash. "Is it time for the prophecy to unfold?..."

Mahadev's response is calm, his gaze steady as he addresses Surya Dev's queries. "You should already know," he says cryptically. "The moment you gave my essence to Karna, along with your own, the tapestry of fate began to unfold."

Surya Dev's struggles to understand Mahadev's words. "But how?..." he asks, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and disbelief. "The prophecy... your ansh... it was deemed impossible. How could it be possible now?"

Mahadev's eyes show deep understanding, and he speaks with a tone that mixes compassion with gravity. "The impossible becomes possible when the threads of fate align in unforeseen ways, Suryadev. The child with my essence has indeed been born. This is the key to what you seek to understand."

Surya Dev's voice resonates with a mixture of earnestness and perplexity as he ventures into the realm of questioning that has long weighed upon his heart. "Mahadev," he begins, "I am here not only as a deity seeking guidance but also as one of Karna's fathers. He carries not only my radiance but also your divine essence within him. He is both a Suryaputra and a Mahadev ansh, a child of your divine lineage. As his father, I also have the right to know about my son's destiny. Please Mahadev, I need to understand his destiny and guide him accordingly."

Mahadev, shrouded in the silence of contemplation, listens intently to Surya Dev's heartfelt plea, his gaze penetrating the veil of existence as if searching for an answer hidden within the depths of eternity. Then, in the sanctum of his mind, a voice echoes, a voice only he can hear, telling him to share a revelation with Surya Dev, a revelation that holds the key to a greater truth.

With solemn resolve, Mahadev's speaks. "You want to know why I chose Karna to receive my essence?" he asks Suryadev, his tone significant.

Mahadev confides in Surya Dev, explaining the reasons behind his decisions to Suryadev. He reveals why he chose Karna to bear his essence and begins to expalin the complexities surrounding the prophecy of the two destined children. With each revelation, the intricate tapestry of cosmic fate unfolds, leaving Surya Dev enlightened.

As the weight of Mahadev's revelations settles upon Surya Dev's heart, a tear escapes his eye, tracing a silent path down his cheek. It is a tear born of understanding, carrying the weight of millennia of divine intricacies and the profound burden of cosmic destiny.

Surya Dev, now armed with the knowledge bestowed upon him by Mahadev, speaks with unwavering determination. "Mahadev, I will do everything in my power to protect Karna, my son" he declares, his voice infused with resolve.

Mahadev's response is measured, his tone carrying the weight of cosmic inevitability. "There is nothing you can do for now" he explains. "Karna's path is influenced by the choices and decisions of those around him, and their choices and decisions, in turn, depend on Karna through his words, actions, and visions."

Undeterred, Surya Dev presses further, his concern for Karna's safety is evident. "But what if he is attacked again?" he asks anxiously.

Mahadev's response is swift and assured. "Karna bears my essence within him," he says with divine authority. "No harm can befall him. You need not worry about Karna's safety; he is under my protection."

After a moment of silence, Mahadev continues. "But there is another whom you must protect," he says cryptically.

Curiosity piqued, Surya Dev seeks clarification. "Who?" he asks, his gaze fixed upon Mahadev.

"She will be born soon," Mahadev reveals. "The one who will stand by Karna."

With newfound clarity, Surya Dev immediately understands and nods. "I know what I must do," he declares, taking his leave from the sacred abode of Mahadev.

After Surya Dev takes his leave, Mata Parvati turns to Mahadev with a quizzical expression. "Swami," she begins, her voice tinged with curiosity, "why did you choose to reveal everything to Surya Dev? Is it truly necessary for him to know?"

Mahadev's response is calm and resolute. "Your brother asked for a favour, he asked me to reveal everything to Suryadev," he explains, his gaze fixed upon the horizon. "And as Karna's father, Surya Dev has every right to know."

Mata Parvati's eyes widen in realization. "Narayana?" she ventures, seeking confirmation. "Is it because of the promise?"

Mahadev nods solemnly. "Yes," he confirms, his voice echoing through the peaceful Kailash.

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A few days had passed since the first attack and the conversation between Surya Dev and Mahadev. A letter arrived from Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, inviting Karna to come along with Ashwathama to the ashram. Rishi Bharadwaja noted that even though Karna is a prince, he would be treated equally as the rest of the students.

In the following days, Karna noticed that Bhishma went to the riverbank daily to perform his morning prayers. Intrigued by Bhishma's devotion, Karna approached him one morning. "Pitamah," Karna said respectfully, "may I join you for the morning prayers? I want to learn and perform Suryapuja with you."

Bhishma's eyes reflected approval and warmth as he nodded. "Of course, my child."

The next morning, as the first light of dawn began to break, Karna and Bhishma stood together at the riverbank. The air was cool and crisp, and the gentle sound of the flowing river added a serene backdrop to their sacred ritual. Karna, dressed in a simple white dhoti and a silk upper cloth, his hair neatly tied back, felt a sense of solemnity and readiness.

Bhishma began by instructing Karna on the initial steps. "First, we cleanse ourselves with the river water," he explained, demonstrating as he spoke. He cupped his hands and collected water from the river, then let it flow over his head and body. Karna mirrored his actions, feeling the cool water wash away the remnants of sleep and bring a sense of purity and readiness for the prayers.

Next, Bhishma guided Karna through the invocation of Suryadev. "Stand facing east, where the sun rises," Bhishma instructed. He positioned himself and Karna so that the first rays of the sun touched their faces. "With your hands folded in Namaskar, close your eyes and envision the radiant form of Surya Dev."

Bhishma began reciting the sacred mantras, his voice deep and resonant.

"Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Swaḥ, Tat Savitur Vareṇyaṃ, Bhargo Devasya Dhīmahi, Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt,"

As Karna stood facing the rising sun, he repeated the sacred mantra after Bhishma, each syllable resonating with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Swaḥ, Tat Savitur Vareṇyaṃ, Bhargo Devasya Dhīmahi, Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt,"

he chanted, his voice filled with reverence and devotion.

As Karna recited the mantra, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere. The sun's rays seemed to brighten, as if in acknowledgment of Karna's invocation. Suryadev's radiance intensified, casting a golden glow over the riverbank.

Then, Bhishma began reciting the sacred mantras, his voice deep and resonant. "Om Suryaya Namah," he chanted, invoking the divine presence of Surya Dev.

Karna, listened attentively, and repeated the mantra after Bhishma. "Om Suryaya Namah," Karna chanted, his voice resonating with reverence as he invoked the blessings of Surya Dev.

"Now, offer the arghya," Bhishma continued. He filled a small vessel with water and held it up towards the rising sun. "This is an offering of water to Surya Dev, symbolizing our devotion and gratitude." Karna followed suit, holding his vessel high and pouring the water as Bhishma did, watching as it glistened in the morning light before merging with the river.

Bhishma then showed Karna how to offer flowers, rice, and sandalwood paste to the sun. "Each offering is a symbol of our respect and devotion," he explained.

He held up a delicate flower and said, "The flowers represent purity. When we offer flowers, we are giving something that is pure and beautiful, just as we want to keep our hearts and minds pure and dedicated to the divine."

Next, Bhishma took a handful of rice and continued, "The rice symbolizes nourishment. Rice is the basic food that feeds us. By offering it, we show our gratitude for the nourishment that Suryadev provides, which supports life."

Finally, he took some sandalwood paste and explained, "The sandalwood paste represents the fragrance of our prayers. Sandalwood is known for its pleasant smell and cooling properties. When we offer sandalwood paste, we are offering the sweetness and sincerity of our prayers, hoping they reach the divine in the purest form."

Karna listened carefully and nodded as Bhishma explained each offering. Together, they offered these items with great care and reverence, each act filled with deep symbolic meaning and heartfelt devotion.

As they completed the offerings, Bhishma instructed Karna to bow deeply. "Offer your final prayers with humility," he said. "Express your gratitude for the light and life that Surya Dev bestows upon us each day."

Karna, deeply moved by the experience, followed Bhishma's guidance meticulously. He bowed, feeling a profound connection to the divine and a deep sense of peace.

After completing the Suryapuja, Karna turned to Bhishma with a heartfelt expression of gratitude. "Thank you, Pitamah, for teaching me. I will continue to perform the Suryapuja with dedication."

As they stood facing the river, a voice called out from behind them, startling both Bhishma and Karna. Turning, they saw a humble villager, accompanied by her young son, approaching them with a look of hopeful desperation.

"Pranam, Mahamahim Bhishma and Yuvraj," the woman greeted respectfully, bowing before them. "My family is in dire need of grain and medical assistance for my ailing husband. I thought, perhaps, you could help us."

Before Bhishma could respond, Karna stepped forward with determination in his eyes. "I will help you," he declared confidently. "Please, wait here."

Karna swiftly made his way to the nearby royal guards, who were stationed for his protection, and conveyed the urgent need for grain and medical aid. Noticing the young boy's torn clothes, Karna added, "And bring some clothes for him too," pointing to the boy.

The guards hastened to fulfill Karna's requests. In no time, they returned with sacks of grain, a physician, and clothes for the boy.

Karna took the clothes from them and goes to the boy. "Here, these are for you," Karna said kindly, handing the clothes to the boy. The boy's eyes widened in surprise. The boy, looking up at his mother for permission, hesitated for a moment before accepting them, clutching the garments tightly to his chest with a grateful smile.

After handing the clothes to the boy, Karna turned back to the woman and her son. "Is there anything else I can help with?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

The woman looked at Karna with gratitude shining in her eyes. "No, Yuvraj," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for your kindness and generosity. May the gods bless you abundantly for your help."

Karna nodded, his heart warmed by her words. "No need to thank me" he replied gently, his gaze sincere. "I'm glad i could be of help." he murmured warmly, his eyes reflecting kindness.

With a final bow of respect, Karna watched as the woman and her son gathered the aid provided by the guards and prepared to return home. He then turned to Bhishma, who stood nearby, a silent witness to the compassionate exchange.

Bhishma joined his hands, calling out to his mother, Devi Ganga.

The shimmering form of Devi Ganga appeared before them, her divine presence illuminating the riverbank. Karna's eyes widened with excitement and reverence as he beheld his divine grandmother.

"Par Pitamahi!" Karna exclaimed joyfully, unable to contain his excitement. With a rush of affection, he hurried towards Devi Ganga and embraced her with boundless love.

"How are you here?" Karna asked, his voice filled with curiosity and wonder.

Devi Ganga smiled warmly at her grandson. "My son has wished to speak to me, so I have come," she explained gently.

Karna's mind raced with thoughts and possibilities. Suddenly, he found himself blurting out, "Will Suryadev also come if I want to talk to him?" his eagerness evident in his voice.

Devi Ganga nodded with a serene smile. "Yes, my dear. If you call upon Suryadev, he will come to you," she assured him, her voice carrying the assurance of divine truth.

Karna nodded thoughtfully as he listened to Devi Ganga's words.

Meanwhile, Bhishma began conversing with his divine mother, recounting the recent events about what happened during coronation and how karna is made yuvraj by Pandu.

Devi Ganga's smile widened, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. She thought about the visions Mahadev had shown her, feeling a sense of fulfillment that Karna was receiving the recognition he deserved.

Bhishma paused for a moment, considering whether to share the concerns about the recent attack and Andhaka Van. He considered telling his mother, seeking her divine insight, but decided against it. The situation was still unclear, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary worry.

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In the peaceful garden of Hastinapura, Karna sat cross-legged on the lush green grass, staring up at the sun with curiosity. The bright orb hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden light all around. Karna couldn't shake off the memory of Devi Ganga's words by the riverbank, where she said Suryadev would come if he called.

With determination, Karna looked at the sun and took a deep breath and called out, "Suryadev, please hear me. I want to see you. Will you come?"

For a moment, there was only silence except the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Then, the air around Karna stirred, and a warm breeze wrapped around him, growing stronger by the moment.

The sunlight intensified, almost blinding Karna. He shielded his eyes with his hands, peeking through his fingers at the sky. To his astonishment, a figure began to take shape within the heart of the sun's radiance, descending slowly towards the earth.

The figure was tall and majestic, his presence radiating power and kindness. As he came closer, the brilliance softened, revealing Suryadev. He stood before Karna, glowing with a golden light. His features were regal, with a kind and wise expression that spoke of ages of divine knowledge.

Filled with awe and uncertainty, Karna hesitated before speaking. "Suryadev?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Then, as if needing to be sure, he asked again, "Are you really Suryadev?"

For a moment, Suryadev's gaze softened as he looked at Karna, a memory flashing through his mind of the day Kunti had invoked him. Then, with a gentle smile, he replied, "Indeed, I am Suryadev."

Karna's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Thank you for coming, Suryadev. I feel honored to be in your presence."

With a gentle smile, Suryadev asked, "Why did you call me, Putra?"

Karna, with innocent curiosity, replied, "I always wondered how you looked. When Par Pitamahi said that if I called you, you would come, I decided to call you."

Suryadev's smile widened with affection. "Putra, can you call me Pitashree? I want to hear you calling me that," he requested gently.

Karna's eyes lit up with joy at the request. "Pitashree," he said. A smile broke across his face as he felt the warmth and familiarity of the word.

Overwhelmed with affection, Suryadev embraced Karna, the warmth of his divine hug enveloping the young prince.

Then they both settled down on the soft grass, his divine presence blending seamlessly with the tranquil garden.

After a moment of silence, Suryadev pondered about what to talk with his son, feeling nervousness in him. "Do you want to know about your celestial family?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Karna nodded excitedly, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Suryadev began to share stories about his celestial family, filling Karna with awe and wonder. "I have two wives, Saranyu and Chhaya," he began, his voice carrying the weight of countless years. "With Saranyu, I have children-Yama, the god of death, and Yami, the goddess of the Yamuna River. With Chhaya, I have Shani, the god of karma and justice, and Tapati, the goddess of the Tapti River. Additionally, the Ashwini Kumaras, the divine twins, are also my children and they are known for their skills in medicine and healing. And you, Karna, are my youngest son. Everyone in the celestial realm is eager to meet you, and I am sure you will be the most pampered as the youngest. Saranyu already loves you dearly, even though she's not your mother. She often talks about wanting to meet you."

*(Sanjna also known as Saranyu )*

Hearing this, Karna beamed with happiness. "I want to meet Mata Saranyu, Mata Chhaya, and everyone too!" he exclaimed.

Suryadev smiled warmly at his son. "When the time is right, I will take you to Meet them, okay?"

Karna nodded eagerly, his heart filled with anticipation and joy.

Suryadev looked at Karna with a knowing smile. "You are going to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, right?"

Karna nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I am going with Mitra Ashwathama."

Suryadev's smile widened. "There, you will have the opportunity to meet the Saptarishis. Let me tell you a bit about them and what they can teach you."

"Rishi Atri is known for his wisdom and devotion. His spiritual insights are profound, and he can teach you about meditation and the Vedas, helping you understand ancient scriptures and spiritual practices."

"Rishi Bharadwaja is famous for his knowledge and strict discipline. He can teach you about weaponry and Ayurveda, so you'll learn both fighting skills and the knowledge of healing."

"Rishi Gautama is revered for his teachings and kindness. His understanding of dharma and ethical living is unparalleled. He can teach you about dharma, which is the right way to live, compassion, and the moral duties of a warrior and king."

"Rishi Durvasa, though known for his temper, is a great sage with immense spiritual power. His rigorous penance has given him vast knowledge in mystic practices and mantras. He can teach you powerful mantras and how to control spiritual energy through discipline."

"Rishi Kashyapa is the progenitor of many beings and is my father, so you will have the chance to meet your grandfather there. His wisdom spans various fields, including astronomy and medicine. He can teach you about the stars, the medicinal properties of herbs, and the secrets of creation and progeny."

"Rishi Vishwamitra, once a king, attained the status of a Brahmarishi through great penance. His journey from royalty to sagehood is inspirational. He can teach you about the art of governance, the military strategies, and archery and celestial weapons."

"Lastly, Rishi Vashishta is known for his deep knowledge of the Vedas and his role as a royal guru. His insights into the Vedas and his ability to impart this knowledge are exceptional. He can teach you the intricacies of Vedic rituals, astrology, and the duties of a royal advisor."

Karna listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder and admiration, nodding to everything Suryadev said.

Suryadev continued, "Each of these sages holds a unique place in the cosmos, and their wisdom is boundless. Remember to respect and learn from them. Ask them to teach you and take you as their student. They will guide you and impart their knowledge to you."

Karna nodded, still absorbed in Suryadev's words.

Suryadev's expression then grew serious. "Karna, there is something very important you must remember. One should never lie to their guru. Honesty and integrity are essential. Even if someone refuses you, you should not resort to deceit. Truth and sincerity are the foundations of true knowledge and respect. Deceit can lead to dire consequences, not just for yourself, but for those around you. Always approach your teachers with honesty and humility."

Karna nodded solemnly, absorbing his father's words. "I understand, Pitashree," he replied softly.

Suryadev placed a hand on Karna's shoulder, his touch filled with warmth and love. "You are destined for greatness, my son. Embrace your journey with an open heart."

Then, with a soft glow emanating from his hand, Suryadev used his divine powers, to create a beautiful Amulet. He handed the amulet to Karna, who took it with wide eyes.

Karna examined the amulet, amazed by its design and beauty. It was adorned with symbols of the sun, radiating warmth and light, much like Suryadev himself.

"This amulet will serve as a reminder of my presence and my blessings," Suryadev explained. "Keep it close to your heart, and it will guide and protect you on your journey."

As Suryadev presented the amulet to Karna, his inner thoughts echoed with a profound sense of purpose. "This amulet is not just a symbol of my blessings," he mused silently. "Whoever wears it will have my divine protection. If anyone with impure intentions approaches the one wearing this amulet or even touches them with impure thoughts, they will feel the searing heat of my radiance, burning away their ill intentions. If their intentions are too strong to be purified, then they themselves shall face the consequences of their malevolence, experiencing the burning effect of my divine wrath."

In the depths of his divine consciousness, Suryadev held onto a fervent hope. "I hope this amulet reaches its destination, to the one I intended to give it," he reflected inwardly, his thoughts infused with a silent prayer for the well-being of the recipient.

"Thank you, Pitashree," he said gratefully, clutching the amulet to his chest. "I will cherish it and carry it with me wherever I go." he vowed, feeling a deeper connection to it.

Suryadev stood up, his presence shining with warmth and kindness. He turned to Karna with a smile, showing how happy he was to be with him. "Karna, I am truly glad we had this time together," he said, his voice full of love and paternal affection.

Karna returned Suryadev's smile, feeling grateful and happy. "Pitashree, I am happy to have had this conversation with you," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "I don't know why, but it feels like this was something I've always wanted-to talk to you."

Suryadev's eyes softened with affection as he looked at Karna. "My dear son, this is our first meeting, and I cannot leave without bestowing upon you a gift. Please, ask for anything your heart desires. It would be my greatest joy to grant your wish."

Karna listened to Suryadev's offer with a sense of humility and contentment. "Pitashree, I am thankful for your kindness," he said sincerely. "But for now, I don't feel the need for anything specific. However, if the time comes when I require something, I will not hesitate to seek your guidance and blessings."

Suryadev smiled warmly at Karna's response, understanding the purity of his intentions. "My dear Karna," he began, his voice gentle yet filled with wisdom, "if there's one thing I can offer you, it is this: always stay true to your principles and follow the path of righteousness. Remember that courage and integrity are the greatest weapons one can possess."

Karna nodded, taking Suryadev's words to heart. "Thank you, Pitashree," he replied earnestly. "I will strive to live by these virtues and uphold the values you have taught me."

Suryadev placed his hand on Karna's cheek, the touch filling the young prince with a warmth that was both comforting and invigorating. "You are a special child, Karna," he began, his voice carrying the weight of divine assurance. "Your journey will be filled with challenges, but also great deeds. Remember, you have my blessings and my strength within you. Whenever you need guidance or help, look to the sun, and I will be there."

Karna felt a sense of peace wash over his as he listened to Suryadev's words. Suryadev's touch was like a silent promise of support. "You are destined for greatness, my son," Suryadev added softly, his words confident. "Embrace your journey with courage and humility, and you will surely achieve everything you asked for."

Caught up in their profound exchange, both father and son had lost track of time, unaware of how swiftly the hours had passed.

As the conversation with Suryadev came to an end, the golden hues of dusk began to paint the sky, signaling the approaching evening. With a gentle smile, Suryadev bid farewell to Karna with a smile, his form gradually fading into the radiant glow of the setting sun.

Once Suryadev had vanished from sight, Karna found himself clutching the amulet tightly in his hand, its radiant energy still pulsating with divine power. With a bright smile adorning his face, Karna felt a surge of excitement coursing through him.

Eager to share his newfound treasure with his beloved mother, Gandhari. Karna dashed towards the Shiv Mandir nestled within the palace grounds, where Gandhari often spent her evenings in meditation. With each step, his heart brimmed with anticipation, knowing that his mother would be delighted to see the beautiful amulet bestowed upon him by Suryadev himself.

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In the peaceful atmosphere of the Shiv Mandir within the palace walls, Gandhari sat in meditation, her eyes covered by a red cloth. The flickering flames of the oil lamps cast a warm glow around her, illuminating the sacred space with an ethereal light.

Amidst her silent contemplation, a familiar voice filled the air-a voice vibrant with excitement and joy. Gandhari's ears perked up as she sensed her son's approach. With graceful ease, Karna entered the sanctum and he approached her and eagerly sat before her, his eyes shining brightly with enthusiasm and happiness.

With great enthusiasm, Karna shared every detail of his day with Gandhari. His words flowing like a bubbling brook as he described each moment in vivid detail. From performing the Suryapuja with Pitamaha to the unexpected encounter with Devi Ganga, and finally, his awe-inspiring conversation with Suryadev himself-Karna spared no detail, his excitement palpable with every word.

As Karna finished his lovely tale,, Gandhari smiled tenderly, her heart filled with warmth at her son's joy. She gently reached out to caressed his cheek, her touch soft and full of affection.

Suddenly, Karna remembered why he had come to his mother - to show the precious gift bestowed upon him by Suryadev.

"Mata, Pitashree Suryadev gave me this amulet. It's truly beautiful," Karna exclaimed, his voice laced with excitement and reverence.

With tender care, he held the amulet before Gandhari, describing its intricate details and shimmering design.

As he spoke, anticipation welled within him, eager to see his mother's reaction. "You should see th-" Karna's words trailed off abruptly as his gaze fell upon Gandhari's eyes, covered by the crimson cloth.

In a moment of impulsive decision, Karna's hand reached out towards the cloth covering his mother's eyes.

He felt a surge of urgency as he touched the cloth, feeling the texture beneath his fingertips. As his fingers made contact with the cloth, he tried to remove the blindfold. With slight pressure, he felt the fabric shift and the knot began to loosen.

But before he could act further, Gandhari's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Aditya!!! What are you doing?" Her voice was firm and commanding, causing Karna to startle and release the grip on the cloth and withdraw his hand instinctively.

Gandhari swiftly intervened, ensuring that the blindfold was securely fastened once again, tying it tightly to prevent any further attempts to remove it.

Gandhari's voice softened as she addressed her son, her tone now filled with concern. "Putra, what were you trying to do?"

Karna's spirits sank a little, feeling a pang of sadness at the unfamiliarity of his mother's stern voice. She had never raised her voice at him like this before. With a hint of melancholy in his voice, he replied, "I just wanted you to see this Amulet."

Gandhari's heart softened at the sadness in her son's voice. "Putra, I didn't mean to shout at you," she reassured him quickly, her maternal instincts kicking in. "It just came out that way. I'm sorry."

Unbeknownst to Karna and Gandhari, their tender moment was observed by Sakuni, who has seen Karna running through the corridors and had followed him to the Shiv Mandir. Seeing the intimate exchange between mother and son, Sakuni couldn't help but smile, touched by the affection between them. He remained silent, choosing not to disturb their moment of bonding, and simply stood by as a silent witness.

As Sakuni witnessed Gandhari's stern intervention with Karna and her unexpected outburst, he felt compelled to step forward. "Sister, why did you stop Karna? You know Suryadev said that Karna wo-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Gandhari cut him off with a firm tone. "I will not remove the blindfold," she declared, her resolve evident in her voice.

Karna looked at Gandhari with confusion and concern evident in his eyes. "Mata, why will you not remove the blindfold?"

Gandhari took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, her voice steady yet tinged with sadness. "I blindfolded myself, to share my husband's darkness and his world," Gandhari proclaimed, her words carrying a profound sense of commitment. "I do not wish to lay eyes upon a world that my husband cannot see. This is the reason."

Gandhari then reached out, holding Karna's hands gently in hers, her touch both comforting and reassuring. "Putra, promise me you will not force me to remove the blindfold," she implored, her voice filled with emotion.

Karna's mind raced as he processed his mother's words. He felt a mix of emotions - While he understood her devotion to his father, he couldn't shake the feeling of sadness at the thought of her willingly living in darkness. He couldn't understand why his mother would willingly deprive herself of the world's beauty, even if his father couldn't see it.

Before he could respond, Sakuni's voice pierced through the air, startling everyone present. "GANDHARI!!!"

Sakuni's interruption disrupted the solemn moment, and his inner thoughts betrayed his confusion. "What was his sister doing? Suryadev had told her that Karna would remove the blindfold, whether willingly or by force. How could she ask for such a promise?"

Amidst the interruption caused by Sakuni's sudden outburst, Karna found his voice, reassuring his mother with a promise not to force her to remove the blindfold. "I promise, Mata, I will not force you to remove the blindfold," His words carried a firm resolve, yet beneath his outward determination, Karna grappled with a sense of unease.

As the chaos settled and Karna's inner turmoil eased, he looked at Gandhari with a glimmer of hope. With a mix of curiosity and longing, he posed a question to his mother, silently hoping for a glimpse of light amidst her darkness. "But if the reason for blindfolding yourself is no more, will you remove it then?" His inquiry held a gentle plea, a yearning for his mother to embrace the world's brightness once more.

With a gentle smile, she nodded in response to Karna's inquiry, her voice filled with quiet resolve. "Yes, my son," she affirmed softly, her words carrying a sense of hope and possibility. "If the reason for blindfolding myself were no longer present, I would willingly remove it and embrace the light once more."

Karna's face lit up with a bright smile upon hearing Gandhari's answer. Feeling relieved, he turned to Sakuni with curiosity in his eyes. "Mamashree, how would you describe Mother's eyes? I am sure they are beautiful," he asked eagerly.

Sakuni's expression softened as he spoke about his sister, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Your mother's eyes are indeed the most beautiful," he replied fondly. "They hold a depth and radiance that reflects her inner strength and compassion. You can feel the love and affection she has for you and for all in her gaze." Through his tone and demeanor, one could sense the deep love and admiration he held for Gandhari, reflecting the strong bond between siblings that overcame any obstacles or challenges they faced.

After this tender moment, they completely forgot about what had happened moments ago. Sakuni started telling Karna stories of Gandhari when she was at Gandhar before her marriage. He recounted tales of her bravery, kindness, and intelligence. Whenever Sakuni exaggerated something about Gandhari, she would gently rebuke him, saying, "Oh, come now, Sakuni, you know that didn't happen exactly like that!" Her voice carried a playful tone, and her smile revealed her affection for her brother.Karna listened with wide eyes and a joyful heart, cherishing these stories about his mother. The atmosphere lightened with laughter and shared memories, bringing them closer together in the warm glow of the temple.

Suddenly Karna's curiosity sparked a question, "Mamashree, you usually visit for my birthday and stay a few weeks, but this time you've been here for more than a year. Why is that? Aren't you the king of Gandhara? Don't you have a kingdom to rule?"

(In a way karna is asking - You are the king of Gandhara, right? Shouldn't you be ruling your kingdom instead of being here?)

Sakuni cleared his throat awkwardly, suprised and taken aback by Karna's directness. "Well, you see, Mere bache, even kings need a break from their kingdoms sometimes," he began with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood. "And what better way to spend my time than with my dear sister and her wonderful son?"

Turning to Gandhari, Sakuni pretended to be hurt as he took her hand in his own. "See, sister, your son wants to kick me out already! I thought I was a beloved guest, but it seems I've overstayed my welcome," he exclaimed dramatically, adding a touch of humor to his words.

Gandhari and Karna burst into laughter at Sakuni's playful antics, the tension from earlier melting away into lighthearted amusement. Sakuni's ability to turn a serious question into a fun moment brought joy to the room, strengthening the bond between the three of them.

As the laughter subsided, Sakuni added with a smile, "I shall leave once Karna starts his journey to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram. Until then, let us make the most of our time together!"

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The next day began with the promise of new adventures. The golden sunlight lit up the land as Karna and Ashwathama prepared for their journey to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram. They dressed in simple clothes and plain dhotis, quite different from their usual royal attire. Their modest clothing reflected the simplicity and humility required for life in an ashram. They boarded the chariot, chatting and laughing, excited for the experiences that lay ahead.

Bhishma approached Vidur, giving him the responsibility to ensure their safe journey. Vidur accepted the responsibility with a serious nod.

As the time for departure arrived, the palace courtyard was filled with well-wishers. The people of Hastinapur lined up along the path as the chariot was leaving the city, eager to see Karna before he left. Among the heartfelt goodbyes, there lingered a collective hope for the royal family that Karna would return within a month or two, once the situation regarding the attack-whether it was orchestrated by Kosala or Magadha-was resolved.

After final hugs exchanged and words of encouragement shared, the chariot set forth on its journey, rolling away from the palace grounds. Yet, little did they know that Karna's absence would extend far longer than expected. As he would be gone for almost two years, During this time, he would be immersed in a journey filled with many challenges and uncover secrets, shaping his destiny in ways he could never have imagined.

As the chariot journey continued, Karna and Ashwathama found themselves engrossed in conversation, their laughter echoing through the air. Karna reached into the folds of his clothes and pulled out the gleaming Amulet he had received from Suryadev.

"Mitra Ashwa, see this. Suryadev gave me this," Karna said, handing the Amulet to Ashwathama so that he could examine it more closely.

"Suryadev?" Ashwathama's eyes widened with curiosity. "Karna, did you really meet Suryadev? How? When?" he asked eagerly.

Karna then shared the story of how he had called upon Suryadev and the conversation that followed. Ashwathama listened intently, captivated by his friend's tale.

"So, if you call Suryadev, he would come to you?" Ashwathama asked in amazement.

"Yes," Karna confirmed with a nod.

"Can I meet him too?" Ashwathama asked eagerly.

"Ofcourse, when I do Suryapuja, you can come with me, I'm sure Pitashree would like to meet you too", Karna replied, his voice filled with reassurance.

Their conversation veered into playful banter and silly chatter, showing how close they were as best friends. As the days passed, the landscape transformed, and after two weeks of travel, they arrived at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

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Upon reaching the ashram, they were greeted by Rishi Bharadwaja, who welcomed them warmly. Vidur bid his farewell, leaving Karna and Ashwathama under the sage's care.

Karna looked around, as if searching for someone. Rishi Bharadwaja noticed and asked, "Putra Karna, are you looking for someone?" Karna nodded and replied with a smile, "I heard from Pitashree that I can meet the Sapta Rishis. I was looking for them. Where are the other six Rishis? I know you are one among them."

"They will arrive in a few days," Rishi Bharadwaja replied, noticing Karna's eagerness. "Why do you want to meet all of us?"

"I want to learn under all the Sapta Rishis and i will ask all to accept me as their student," Karna replied earnestly.

"It's not easy to convince all of us," Rishi Bharadwaja cautioned.

"I can try," Karna replied confidently.

"The reason all the Sapta Rishis would be here is we are gathering to perform a yagna," Rishi Bharadwaja explained.

"Yagna?" Karna echoed, intrigued.

"Yes," Rishi Bharadwaja continued, "The King and Queen of _________ desired for a daughter, and Rishi Vashistha requested all the other Rishis to perform the yagna to fulfill their wish."

Rishi Bharadwaja told Karna, "You can ask them after the yagna is completed." Karna nodded, understanding that it wasn't the right time to make his request.

As they walked futher into the ashram, Karna and Ashwathama were amazed by its beauty. The ashram was surrounded by lush greenery, with trees providing shade and vibrant flowers adding splashes of color. A peaceful stream flowed nearby, adding to the calmness of the place.

Rishi Bharadwaja guided them to a simple dwelling. "You'll be staying here," he said.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Karna responded gratefully.

Once Rishi Bharadwaja showed them where they would stay, he turned to Karna and Ashwathama. "Since you're staying here," he began, "there are certain responsibilities that come with it. You should assist in maintaining the ashram clean, fetching water, and other daily chores."

He then continued, "Furthermore, as preparations for the yagna are underway, your help with preparing for the ceremony would be appreciated. That means helping gather things we need, setting up for the ritual, and anything else that comes up."

Karna and Ashwathama nodded, understanding their responsibilities and willing to help out.

Rishi Bharadwaja looked at Karna and Ashwathama with a gentle smile. "Since you're new here, I'll give you a simple task," he said kindly. Leading them to a large container used to hold water, he explained, "Your task is to fetch water from the river down below and fill this container."

Karna nodded, ready to carry out the assigned task. However, Ashwathama's expression turned somber. "Pitamah, this is the first time I am visiting you, and here I thought you would give me royal treatment, saying how much you miss me. But as soon as I come, you're giving me work to do," he said sadly.

Rishi Bharadwaja began searching for something nearby, prompting Ashwathama to offer his assistance. "Pitamah, what are you searching for? Let me help you," he offered.

"A stick? Or a cane? Which one do you prefer? Help me find it," Rishi Bharadwaja replied with a twinkle in his eye.

Understanding the subtle message, Ashwathama quickly changed his tune. "Mitra Karna, what are you doing standing there? Let's go, we have work to do!" With that, he disappeared from the scene in a flash.

Seeing this, Rishi Bharadwaja chuckled and shook his head, while Karna couldn't help but chuckle too. Their eyes met, and they shared a knowing smile. Karna then assured Rishi Bharadwaja that he would find Ashwathama and complete the task.

"Take your time," Rishi Bharadwaja said reassuringly. "Fetching water from the river can be tiring, so it's understandable." With a nod, Karna set off to find Ashwathama.

After finding Ashwathama near the river, Karna and Ashwathama began fetching water together, each holding one side of the vessel.

With determination, they made their way back and forth from the river to the container, their hands gripping the vessel tightly as they moved in sync.

After several trips, Ashwathama's energy began to wane. "Mitra Karna, I can't do it anymore. Let's take a break," he panted.

"But we haven't even filled half of the container," Karna replied, surprised.

"What?!" Ashwathama exclaimed, shocked by the realization. "We went back and forth almost ten times, and it's not even half ?" Karna nodded in agreement.

Ashwathama made his way to a nearby tree and laid down beneath its shade. "Mitra Karna, let's take some rest. We can continue later," he suggested, patting the spot beside him, inviting Karna to join him.

As Karna lay down next to Ashwathama, he gazed up at the sun hanging high in the sky. The morning had turned into mid-afternoon, and the sun's warm rays enveloped them in a comforting embrace.

However, as Karna continued to stare at the sun, a strange sensation washed over him. Despite not feeling tired moments ago, he suddenly found his eyelids growing heavy, as if a gentle force was urging him to close his eyes.

Confused by this sudden wave of drowsiness, Karna reluctantly allowed his eyelids to flutter shut. As darkness enveloped his vision, he felt himself slipping into a state of sleep, even though he hadn't felt tired just moments before.

As Karna closed his eyes, he found himself in a dreamlike state............

In his dream, he saw Pandu dressed in royal attire, accompanied by two ladies also adorned in royal attire. They ventured into the forest, their steps echoing through the tranquil surroundings.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. Karna witnessed Pandu's arrow striking Rishi Kindama, who was in the form of a deer, inadvertently killing his wife.

In the dream, Karna witnessed the intense conversation between Pandu and the sage.

As Pandu recognized the sage, he whispers "Rishi Kindama?" and realized the grave mistake he had made, he fell to his knees, his heart heavy with remorse. "Rishi Kindama, forgive me," Pandu pleaded, his voice filled with anguish. "I did not intend to harm you or your wife. It was a tragic mistake."

Rishi Kindama, his expression one of sorrow and righteous anger, responded sternly, "Maharaj Pandu, your actions have brought great sorrow upon me and my beloved. The consequences of your thoughtless deed cannot be undone."

Pandu bowed his head, his voice trembling as he asked, "Please, wise sage, have mercy on me. I beg of you, spare me and my family from further suffering."

But Rishi Kindama, his heart heavy with grief, uttered the fateful words that would seal Pandu's fate. "Maharaj Pandu, for your grave transgression, I curse you. Just as you have caused the death of me and my wife, so too shall you meet your end by a similar fate. May you perish the moment you seek the embrace of your wives." With those words, the curse was cast, and Pandu's destiny was forever altered.

As Karna observed, tears streamed down his face, even in his slumber, overwhelmed by the tragedy unfolding before him.

Suddenly, the scene shifted once more, and Karna saw Pandu and two ladies clad in simple garments, living a life of austerity in the forest. The once regal Pandu appeared humbled and pensive, burdened by the weight of his actions.

Time passed in Karna's dream as he observed Pandu's life in the forest. He saw the struggles and challenges Pandu faced, living a life of asceticism and abstinence in accordance with the curse.

Then, the dream took a darker turn as Karna witnessed Pandu's death. He saw the sorrowful scene of Pandu's last rites, with one of the ladies performing sati, the flames engulfing her in a final act of devotion. The other lady mourned beside the pyre.

In the midst of his tears, Karna whispered, "Chote Pitashree..." as he was looking at the burning pyre.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze of the dream.

"Mitra Karna?...."

"What's wrong??....."

"Are you crying???......." Ashwathama's concerned voice echoed in his dream.

"Mitra Karna, wake up...." urged his friend's voice.

As Karna whispered, "Chote Pitashree," amidst his tears, suddenly he felt like he was being pulled out of the dream. The image of the burning pyre slowly started to fade, and Karna found himself emerging from the depths of his slumber.

With a jolt, Karna opened his eyes, finding his face covered with tear stains. He blinked several times, trying to orient himself to reality. Through the haze, he saw Ashwathama's concerned face peering at him, his friend's eyes reflecting worry and confusion.

"Mitra Karna, are you alright?" Ashwathama asked softly, reaching out a hand to brush away the tears from Karna's cheek.

Karna nodded slowly, his mind still reeling from the vivid and emotional dream he had just experienced. "Yes, Ashwa," he replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I... I had a dream. It felt so real."

Ashwathama's expression softened with understanding. "What did you see?" he inquired gently, offering Karna a reassuring smile.

"It was Chote Pitashree Pandu," Karna began, his voice trembling slightly as he recounted the details of his dream. He described the tragic events that unfolded before his eyes, from Pandu's unwitting mistake to the devastating consequences of Rishi Kindama's curse.

Listening intently, Ashwathama remained silent, absorbing Karna's words with a solemn expression. As Karna finished recounting his dream, a heavy silence settled between them, the weight of the vision still lingering in the air.

"Mitra, it's just a dream, don't worry, okay?" Ashwathama's voice broke through the lingering haze of Karna's thoughts, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Karna wiped the tears from his eyes, his mind still haunted by the vivid images of his dream. "But it felt so real, like I was witnessing a part of history unravel before my eyes......." his gaze fixed on the ground as he grappled with the weight of his dream.

"Rishi Kindama,.... (the name Karna heard his chote pitashree say)" he trailed off, his voice heavy with emotion.

Ashwathama furrowed his brow in concern. "The one who gave the curse to Maharaj Pandu?" he asked, seeking clarification from Karna.

Karna nodded silently.

"It's just a dream, Karna. Don't be sad," Ashwathama reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "And besides, why would Maharaj Pandu even go to the forest? And who are the two ladies you saw?"

Karna looked up, meeting Ashwathama's gaze, his thoughts slowly beginning to clear. "You're right, Ashwa. It's just a dream," he acknowledged, forcing a small smile. "And as for the ladies... I don't know who they are..."

Ashwathama nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "Exactly. So, don't let it bother you too much, okay?"

"We're here at the ashram, and Perhaps it's just because this is the first time you're away from your family. Maybe you miss them, that's all" Ashwathama reassured, his voice laced with empathy.

"Yes, perhaps you're right," Karna agreed softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Mitra," he said sincerely, feeling a sense of warmth and reassurance enveloping him.

With a reassuring smile, Ashwathama squeezed Karna's shoulder gently. "Anytime. Now, let's focus on the present and make the most of our time here at the ashram."

As they sat together, the weight of Karna's dream slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and companionship. With Ashwathama by his side, Karna felt ready to face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that he was not alone in his journey.



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