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As the first light of dawn touched the earth, Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa prepared to embark on their journey back to Hastinapur. The Sapta Rishis had blessed them, and now it was time to put their teachings into practice.

The air was filled with the freshness of morning dew as they took their first steps away from Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram. The path ahead was long and filled with uncertainty, but their hearts were resolute.

The trio walked in silence for the first few miles, absorbing the serenity of the forest around them. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant call of birds, and the occasional scurrying of forest creatures accompanied them. Karna walked ahead, keeping pace with Rishi Durvasa, while Ashwathama followed closely behind.

When the sun reached its zenith, they decided to take a brief rest. Karna and Ashwathama, ever mindful of their duty, ensured Rishi Durvasa was settled comfortably before attending to their own needs. Karna fetched water from a nearby stream, while Ashwathama gathered dry wood and broken twigs for a fire.

Their days followed a similar pattern: travel, rest, and setting up camp at night. Karna and Ashwathama alternated between tasks, always ensuring their guru's comfort first. The fruits given by Rishi Bharadwaja sustained them initially, but as days passed and their supplies dwindled, they had to rely on their skills to gather food.

One day, as they walked through a particularly dense part of the forest,

Ashwathama suddenly called out,

"MITRA KARNA!!!"

Startled by Ashwathama's voice, Karna immediately turned around. What he saw made him burst out laughing.

Ashwathama stood still, a bird sitting amusingly on his head.

"Mitra, it's not funny!" Ashwathama complained, trying to keep a straight face despite Karna's laughter.

Even Rishi Durvasa smiled at the sight. "Karna, help Ashwathama," he said kindly.

"Ji, Gurudev," Karna responded promptly. He walked over to Ashwathama and gestured to the bird, which immediately flew to Karna's shoulder.

"Why does it keep following you wherever you go?" Ashwathama asked, exasperated but relieved.

"Maybe it likes me," Karna replied, stroking the bird gently.

Ashwathama sighed, "Why not give it a name? If it stays with you all the time, you can at least call it by a name."

Karna nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, you're right. What should we name him?"

Karna decided on a name. "How about Chirayu? It means 'immortal' or 'long-lived.' I have saved him twice already, it's fitting that he has a name that signifies a long life."

The bird chirped happily and flew around before settling back on Karna's shoulder.

As they resumed their journey, silence enveloped the trio once again. Karna, his curiosity getting the better of him, broke the silence. "Gurudev, why are you coming with us?"

Rishi Durvasa smiled softly. "We share the same destination. That's why I am accompanying you."

Karna's curiosity deepened. "You are going to Hastinapur? Why?"

"To meet your mother, Gandhari," Rishi Durvasa replied.

Hearing his mother's name, Karna's curiosity intensified. "Mata Gandhari? But why? What is the reason?"

Rishi Durvasa, patiently answered Karna's questions, explained, "I gave a boon to your mother, and it's time I tell her how it works."

"A boon? What boon did you give?" Karna asked, eager to know more.

"I gave her a boon of 100 sons," Rishi Durvasa said calmly.

Karna was shocked. "100 sons?"

Realizing the implication, Karna's excitement grew. "That means I will have 100 brothers?"

Rishi Durvasa nodded, and Karna's smile widened. He turned to Ashwathama. "Mitra, I will have 100 brothers!"

Ashwathama nodded with a faint smile, but without much reaction.

Karna noticed his friend's lack of enthusiasm. "What happened? Why are you not saying anything? No reaction at all?"

Ashwathama sighed. "I can barely handle you alone. What would happen to me with 100 like you?"

Karna rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress his grin. He turned back to Rishi Durvasa, his mind buzzing with questions. "Gurudev, when Radha Ma gave birth to Shon, she was in so much pain. If giving birth to one child causes so much pain, why did you give a boon of 100 sons? Mata has to suffer pain 100 times."

Rishi Durvasa's voice was gentle. "Putra Karna, your mother will not suffer 100 times. Boons, even when they seem like that, do not always work in the way you might think. I am going to Hastinapur to explain to your mother how the boon works."

Karna pondered this. "Why now? Does that mean Mata will..." He trailed off.

"Yes, your mother is pregnant, and she will give birth to your brothers soon," Rishi Durvasa confirmed.

Karna's joy was palpable. "Really, Gurudev? My brothers will be born soon? Really?"

Rishi Durvasa nodded, smiling at Karna's enthusiasm.

After a moment of silence, Karna couldn't contain his curiosity again. "Gurudev, how will they be born? Can you tell me?"

Rishi Durvasa, sensing Karna's relentless curiosity, said firmly, "I will tell later when I meet your mother."

Karna nodded, understanding that it was not the time to press further.

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As they continued their journey, they encountered a group of travelers struggling to carry their heavy loads. Karna and Ashwathama stepped in to help, lifting baskets of fruits and other goods.

"Thank you, for helping us." one of the travelers said gratefully as they reached a nearby village. The villagers, appreciative of their help, offered Karna and Ashwathama some fruits in return.

After helping the villagers, Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa decided to rest for a day near a river. The trio found a shady spot under a large tree near the water. The cool breeze, the soothing sound of flowing water, and the abundance of food given by the villagers made it an ideal place to relax.

As they settled down, Karna decided to practice his archery while Ashwathama and Rishi Durvasa rested. Karna moved a little distance away, setting up a target. He drew his bow and aimed, completely focused absorbed in his practice, honing his skills.

Meanwhile, a cow from the village wandered close to the river, seeking water and fresh grass.

Karna, unaware of the cow's presence, released an arrow that accidentally struck the animal.

The cow let out a pained bellow and collapsed, blood pouring from the wound. The cry was loud enough to reach Ashwathama and Rishi Durvasa, who rushed to the scene.

They found Karna standing with tears in his eyes, the arrow still in the cow.

"Karna!" Ashwathama shouted, running toward his friend. "What happened?"

Karna stood frozen, his eyes wide with horror. "I... I didn't see her," he stammered, tears forming in his eyes. "It was an accident."

Rishi Durvasa arrived, his gaze immediately taking in the situation.

"Gurudev, I did not mean to! It was a mistake," Karna said, his voice shaking with guilt.

Rishi Durvasa, knowing Karna's compassionate nature, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I know you did not do it intentionally, Karna. But now is not the time to cry. You must help the cow. Remember your grandfather's boon? Remove the arrow and heal the cow."

Karna nodded, wiping his tears. He knelt beside the cow, gently speaking to it. "I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you." Carefully, he removed the arrow, trying to cause as little pain as possible.

At that moment, the cow's owner, a Brahmin, came running upon hearing the commotion. Seeing his cow in distress and the arrow in Karna's hand, he misunderstood the situation.

Approaching Karna, he lamented about his cow, which had provided his family with milk and was considered a part of their household. "What have you done? My poor cow!" he cried out, his voice filled with sorrow and anger. "She is our livelihood. She provides milk for my family. How could you?"

Karna stood up, his heart heavy with guilt, trying to explain. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to harm your cow. I was practicing archery and did not see her. I am trying to help."

But the Brahmin was inconsolable. "You removed the arrow, causing her even more pain. How can you say you are helping?"

Overwhelmed by grief, he raised his hand to curse Karna. "JUST AS MY INNOCENT COW IS LYING HELPLESSLY, I CURSE YOU-"

Rishi Durvasa stepped forward, his voice commanding. "STOP! DO NOT CURSE HIM. KARNA WILL HEAL YOUR COW."

The Brahmin PAUSED, confused. "Heal? He can heal it? How?"

Karna immediately knelt beside the cow again, placing his hand over the wound. A soft, warm light emanated from his hand, spreading over the wound. Slowly, the bleeding stopped, and the cow's injury healed completely. The cow stood up, looking as if nothing had happened.

The Brahmin, astonished, fell to his knees. "How is this possible? Healing someone with just a touch...?"

Rishi Durvasa nodded solemnly. "You were about to make a grave mistake. But now you have seen Karna's true nature. He has the power to heal, a gift he uses for good. Karna cannot harm any creature intentionally. I know this from observing his actions and his heart."

The Brahmin, his eyes filled with different emotions-guilt, gratitude, and relief-said, "I was about to curse him.... What would have happened if I had cursed him?"

Then he turned to Karna, his voice filled with gratitude and relief.

"Putra, Instead of a curse, -

I SHALL GIVE YOU A BOON. ---

I BLESS YOU WITH IMMUNITY TO CURSES. NO CURSE SHALL AFFECT YOU, AS LONG AS YOUR NATURE IS PURE AND YOUR INTENTIONS ARE NOBLE."

Karna bowed deeply to the Brahmin, his heart filled with relief and gratitude. "Thank you for your kindness and understanding."

Rishi Durvasa smiled, pleased with the outcome, and placed a hand on Karna's shoulder. "You have done well. You see, Karna, your goodness has been recognized and rewarded. Continue to walk the path of righteousness, and the world will see your true nature."

As the day drew to a close, the trio rested near the river. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water. Karna sat by the riverbank, his heart heavy with sadness. Despite the Brahmin's boon, the memory of accidentally hurting the cow lingered in his mind. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he gazed into the water.

Suddenly, a calf approached him, its gentle eyes filled with curiosity and warmth. It nuzzled Karna's face, licking away his tears.

Karna looked at the calf, surprised. "What are you doing here, little one?" he asked, a faint smile breaking through his sadness. He stroked the place where the calf had licked, feeling a strange comfort.

The calf seemed to communicate without words, and Karna, with his unique gift, understood. "Oh, you want to thank me for healing your mother?" he asked softly. The calf nodded, its big eyes conveying gratitude.

Karna sighed, shaking his head. "But I only hurt her in the first place. It's only fair I heal her. There's no need to thank me. If I didn't have this gift, I don't know what would have happened."

The calf nuzzled him again, as if to say that Karna did not hurt her intentionally and had saved its mother, so there was no reason to be sad. Karna smiled, feeling a sense of peace.

Ashwathama, who had been watching from a distance, sighed and lay down under the shade of a tree. He muttered to himself, "Before it was a bird, and now he's talking to a calf. I shouldn't be surprised if next he talks to a tiger as well"

As he lay down, he forgot Rishi durvasa was also present, sitting a little distance away but within earshot.

Ashwathama pondered their friendship, speaking his thoughts aloud, though not too loudly. "Sometimes I wonder how we became friends. Who would even believe if I said my friend can see the future and talk to animals? People would definitely think I'm the crazy one here."

His thoughts drifted back to the day he first met Karna. He continues "I remember he was sitting in the garden, looking sad when i first talked to him. When I asked him, he said something about seeing Mata Gandhari hitting her stomach and crying in pain, and he could not do anything. I didn't even know why I believed him, but he said I was the first one he could talk to about it. The way he hugged me... I JUST FELT LIKE HE NEEDED ME.... LIKE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR HIM..."

Ashwathama's eyes widened as he realized something. He sat up abruptly, his heart racing. He got up and ran towards Karna, who was now walking back.

Rishi Durvasa had heard evrything Ashwathama said. He wondered, "Is this one of the visions Mahadev was talking about?"

"Mitra Karna!" Ashwathama called out, panting as he reached his friend.

Karna looked at him, concerned. "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Ashwathama caught his breath and said, "Remember the day we met? You told me about Mata Gandhari? What if... What if you saw the future that time about Mata Gandhari?"

Karna's eyes widened in realization. "How could I forget that? Ashwa, what if you're right? What if Mata..." He stopped, fear evident in his eyes. He didn't want his mother to be in pain; he didn't want that vision to come true.

Ashwathama placed a reassuring hand on Karna's shoulder. "Don't worry. Remember Gurudev said he is going to Mata Gandhari? I'm sure nothing like what you saw will happen."

Karna took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I hope you're right, Ashwa. I can't bear the thought of Mata Gandhari suffering. I must protect her."

Rishi Durvasa called out to them, "Come and rest. We have a long journey tomorrow."

Ashwathama and Karna replied in unison, "Coming, Gurudev."

As they walked towards the camp, Ashwathama leaned closer to Karna and whispered, "Do you think we should tell Gurudev about your dreams? Or the visions you saw?"

Karna hesitated, glancing at Ashwathama. "I don't know... Should I? What if he doesn't believe me? Or what if I can't say anything to him? You're the only one I've been able to talk to about them."

When they reached the camp, they saw that Rishi Durvasa had already settled down for the night, his eyes closed.

Karna thought for a moment and then whispered to Ashwathama, "Maybe tomorrow I can tell him?"

Ashwathama nodded in agreement. "Yes, tomorrow. For now, let's rest."

They lay down near the fire, gazing up at the stars, and they soon drifted off to sleep, the events of the day still weighing heavily on their minds.

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The next day, Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa resumed their journey, Karna was thinking, how he should ask Rishi durvasa about his visions.

Making their way through a dense forest. The air was filled with the earthy scent of foliage, and the sound of birds chirping created a serene ambiance.

However, as they traveled further into the forest, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by the sight of people running frantically, trying to put out a raging fire. The crackling of fire and desperate shouts echoed through the air, filled their ears.

Karna and Ashwathama exchanged shocked glances. "Gurudev, we must help them!" Karna exclaimed.

Rishi Durvasa nodded solemnly. "Be careful, my children," he instructed, his voice steady yet filled with concern.

Without hesitating, Karna and Ashwathama rushed towards the scene. The people, their faces smeared with soot, were desperately trying to quell the flames with buckets of water. but the fire raged on, consuming everything in its path.

Ashwathama immediately joined the efforts to douse the fire with water, while Karna scanned the scene, looking for anyone in immediate danger.

Amidst the chaos, Karna noticed a man being restrained by others. The man was struggling to break free, shouting, "My son is inside! Let me go!" he pleaded desperately.

Without hesitation, Karna ran towards the burning hut, determined to save the boy. Despite everyone's' attempts to stop him, the six-year-old Karna managed to break free and dashed inside. The heat was intense, and smoke filled his lungs, making it difficult to see and breathe.

"Where are you?" Karna called out, his voice barely audible over the roar of the flames.

A faint coughing sound reached his ears. He followed the noise, finding a 4-year-old boy huddled in a corner, coughing and struggling to breathe.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Karna asked urgently.

The boy shook his head, still coughing. "No, I'm not hurt, but there's so much smoke."

Karna helped the boy stand and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Can you walk?"

The boy nodded. "Who... who are you?" he asked, coughing.

"My name is Karna. And you?"

"Ekalavya," the boy replied.

Karna nodded. "Let's go, Ekalavya. Hold onto me, okay? I'll take you out." As they moved towards the entrance, the flames grew fiercer. Suddenly, Karna's kavach appeared, shining brightly and protecting him from the fire. Ekalavya noticed the glowing armor.

"Kavach..." Ekalavya murmured in awe.

"It will protect me. Stay close to me, okay?" Karna instructed. Ekalavya nodded, staying close to Karna as they navigated through the smoke and flames.

Just as they reached the entrance,

KARNA SUDDENLY FELL TO HIS KNEES.

Ekalavya, who was holding onto him, also fell.

"What happened?" Ekalavya asked, panic in his voice.

He saw Karna shaking his head, trying to stay conscious.

Karna was slipping into a trance-like state, his vision blurring. He saw the fire growing and danger all around him and knew he had to save Ekalavya.

He heard Ekalavya's questions faintly, but his mind was foggy. With great effort, he shakes his head one more time to stay awake and he pushed Ekalavya towards the entrance. "Go!" he urged.

Ekalavya hesitated. "What? No! How can I leave you here?" He tried to help Karna stand, but Karna's eyes were closing, and he was struggling to stay awake.

"Just go. My kavach will protect me, okay? Nothing will happen to me. Just go now!" Karna insisted.

Ekalavya, though reluctant, understood that he needed to get help. He rushed outside, coughing, and was immediately embraced by a man who had been trying to enter the hut earlier. "Putra, are you okay? I thought I lost you!" the man cried, examining Ekalavya.

"Pitashree, save Bhrata Karna! He's still inside!" Ekalavya pleaded.

The man is none other than, Ekalavya's father, Hiranyadhanus and the chief of the nishad tribe, looked confused. "Who?" He asked.

"The boy who came inside to save me! He's still in there. Please, save him!" Ekalavya urged.

Ashwathama, who had been helping others, overheard Ekalavya's plea. His heart skipped a beat as he heard Karna's name. He turned to the boy and listened intently. When he realized Karna was still inside the burning hut, he sprinted towards it, shouting,

"Mitra Karna!"

Everyone tried to stop six-year-old Ashwathama, but he used the boon to increase his strength, enough to push them aside gently.

He rushed into the burning hut, coughing as he searched for his friend. "Karna! Mitra Karna!"

He found Karna unconscious, his kavach still glowing and protecting him from the flames around him from touching him.

Ashwathama rushed to his side and tapped his face lightly. "Mitra, wake up! Mitra Karna! We need to get out of here," he called out, taping karna's face gentle in an attempt to wake him up, but there was no response.

Determined to save his friend, Ashwathama decided to carry Karna out. As he lifted Karna onto his back, part of the hut's roof collapsed, blocking their way.

Ashwathama used his strength to remove the debris, even though the flames burned his hands. Ignoring the pain, he carried Karna out of the hut.

The people outside gasped in awe as they saw Ashwathama emerge with Karna on his back, his kavach disappeared as soon as they were out of danger.

They marveled at the young boy's strength and bravery, despite his burns. Rishi Durvasa, standing among the villagers, hurried towards them.

"Gurudev, Mitra Karna... he's not waking up," Ashwathama said, worry evident in his voice.

Rishi Durvasa examined Karna briefly. "Ashwathama, do not worry. He is just unconscious. He will wake up," he assured. "Come, we must treat your burns first."

Ekalavya and his father, along with a few other men, helped carry the unconscious Karna and the injured Ashwathama to a safe place.

As the people continued their efforts to control the fire, Rishi Durvasa instructed a few men to gather specific herbs and materials for treating Ashwathama's burns. They brought him fresh aloe vera leaves, turmeric, neem leaves, and honey, along with clean cloths and cool water from the nearby river.

Rishi Durvasa expertly prepared a medicinal paste by grinding the neem leaves and turmeric into a fine powder, mixing it with the soothing gel extracted from the aloe vera leaves, and adding a bit of honey for its healing properties. He then gently cleaned Ashwathama's burns with the cool water, washing away the soot and debris.

As he applied the paste to Ashwathama's burns, Rishi Durvasa spoke softly, "You showed great courage today, Ashwathama. You went in to save Karna without hesitation, and even though you are the one hurt, the first thing you said was to check on Karna, worrying that he was not waking up."

Ashwathama, holding back his tears and the pain from his burns, looked at the unconscious Karna.

"Gurudev, how could I leave my friend inside? And that idiot..." He glanced at Karna with a mix of fondness and frustration. "Just because he has the kavach, he doesn't even think. He just rushed inside."

Rishi Durvasa smiled warmly. "I hope your friendship stays strong like this. When Karna wakes up, he will be able to heal you."

Ashwathama nodded, a mix of relief and concern on his face. The medicinal paste began to soothe his burns, and he felt a bit of the pain easing. He continued to watch over Karna, waiting for his friend to wake up.

As they sat there, everyone finally managed to bring the fire under control. The once chaotic scene slowly returned to a semblance of order, with people tending to the injured and salvaging what they could from the wreckage.

In the midst of this recovery, the bond between Karna and Ashwathama deepened, forged through their bravery and selflessness.

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As Ekalavya hurried out of the burning hut, Karna's strength waned, and he collapsed to his knees.

His kavach shimmered brightly around him, protecting him from the encroaching flames. The heat was intense, but somehow, he felt a coolness spread through his body as he slipped into unconsciousness.

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In his unconscious state, Karna found himself transported to a surreal vision....

Before him stood a man of noble bearing, a Brahmin, accompanied by four young boys. One of the boys immediately caught Karna's attention-it was Ashwathama, recognizable even at a young age because of his gem.

On the other side knelt a young boy, bowing respectfully before the man. Karna did not recognize the other three boys with Ashwathama, but his gaze was drawn to the boy kneeling-Ekalavya, the boy he had just saved from the fire, who appeared to be a teenager.

The man, curious, spoke first. "Who are you, and what brings you here?"

Ekalavya bowed his head respectfully. "Pranam, Guru Dronacharya. My name is Ekalavya, and my father is the chief of the Nishadas."

"Dronacharya?" Karna wishpers to himself watching the scene.

Dronacharya's expression turned solemn. "A Nishada here? What is your purpose in Hastinapur, young man?"

Ekalavya hesitated briefly before explaining, "I have come seeking knowledge, Guruji. I wish to learn archery from you, to become a skilled archer."

Karna watched silently as the scene unfolded before him, feeling admiration for Ekalavya's determination.

Dronacharya continued, his voice firm yet compassionate. "I regret that I cannot accept you as my disciple. My duty is to honor my commitment to teach only the royal princes of Hastinapur."

Ekalavya nodded, his disappointment evident but his resolve unbroken. "I understand, Guruji."

The vision shifted subtly, replaying the scene with a slight variation... and once again.....

Karna found himself witnessing the same scene.

Before him stood the same noble man, Dronacharya, accompanied by the same four boys, including Ashwathama. Ekalavya knelt respectfully before Dronacharya.

The man, Dronacharya, spoke again, his tone grave. "Why should I teach you, Ekalavya? Your father, the chief of the Nishadas, is an ally of Magadha and its king, Jarasandha, who is an enemy of Hastinapur."

Ekalavya's gaze remained steady. "Guruji, I seek knowledge and guidance from you, regardless of my father's alliances. I wish to learn from you to become a skilled archer."

Dronacharya's expression remained firm. "I have pledged to teach only the royal princes of Hastinapur. I cannot break my word, nor can I risk the complications that may arise from teaching someone with such affiliations."

Once more, Karna watched in silence, absorbing the scene unfolding before him.

The vision shifted again, focusing on a crucial moment....

Before him stood a statue of a man, dignified and noble-a depiction of Guru Dronacharya. Nearby, a dog with arrows in its mouth stood as a testament to Ekalavya's skills.

Dronacharya and the boys, including Ashwathama, arrived at the scene, discovering Ekalavya by the statue. Ekalavya stood with humility and respect.

"Ekalavya, What is this?" Dronacharya asked, intrigued by the scene.

Ekalavya bowed low before the statue and then to Dronacharya. "Guru Dronacharya, I made this statue in your likeness. I consider you my guru. I have learned everything by observing you and seeking to emulate your teachings."

Dronacharya, having acknowledged Ekalavya's skills despite refusing him, requested a guru dakshina-a token of respect and acknowledgment-from Ekalavya.

"Ekalavya, since you consider me as your guru, I ask for your thumb as guru dakshina."

"WHAT?" Karna wishpers to himself. The demand stunned Karna.

Karna watched in shock-

As Ekalavya, without hesitation, took a knife and cut off his thumb, offering it to Dronacharya as a sign of unwavering devotion and respect. The pain and sacrifice were evident in Ekalavya's eyes, but he bore it stoically, bound by his respect and promise as a disciple.

Dronacharya accepted the thumb with solemnity, acknowledging Ekalavya's sacrifice. "YOU MAY LEAVE NOW, EKALAVYA," he said calmly, his voice carrying the weight of his decision.

"WHAT?? LEAVE??" Karna thought.

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The vision began to fade, and Karna felt a sudden jolt. He was being pulled back, away from the unfolding scenes, back into reality.

Karna woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. As his vision cleared, he saw Ashwathama sitting by his side, looking at him with deep concern.

"Mitra Karna, are you okay?" Ashwthama quickly asked, his voice laced with worry

Karna nodded slowly, still disoriented from the vivid vision he had just experienced.

He wanted to tell Ashwathama about what he saw, but his attention was immediately drawn to Ashwathama's hands, which were covered with medicine.

Karna immediately took Ashwathama's hands gently, examining them with concern, he asked, "Ashwa! What happened to your hands? How did you get hurt?"

Without wasting any time, Karna placed his hands over the burns. As he focused intently, a warm, golden light emanated from his palms, and slowly but surely, The burns began to fade, and soon, Ashwathama's hands were completely healed but leaving scars.

Once Ashwathama was healed, karna looked at the scar left on his hands and Karna asked again, "How did this happen?" referring to the burns.

Ashwathama sighed, knowing that Karna would not stop until he knew the exact reason. "Mitra, When I saw the hut on fire, I rushed in to save you. I got these burns while trying to get us out, but luckily, Rishi Durvasa treated me."

Karna scolded him, "Idiot, why did you come in? You know I have kavach-"

Ashwathama cut him off, "You were unconscious when I came in. What happened to you?"

Karna hesitated for a momen, then said, "I saw something..." referring to the vision he had experienced.

Ashwathama nodded and encouraged him to continue, "What did you see this time?"

Karna looked around and spotted Ekalavya at a distance. He focused on the boy, and Ashwathama followed his gaze and asked, "Is it about that boy?"

Karna was surprised, "How did you know?"

Ashwathama smiled slightly, "Mitra, I know you well enough to guess by the way you are looking at him."

Karna nodded and then started to recount the first scene he saw in his vision. "I saw GURU DRONACHARYA rejecting Ekalavya because he is from the Nishada tribe and because he vowed to teach only the royal princes."

Hearing this, Ashwathama immediately reacted, "Wait! Did you say Dronacharya?"

Karna nodded, "Yes, I heard Ekalavya call that man by this name only. Why do you ask? Do you know him?"

Ashwathama nodded, his expression troubled. "He is my father."

Karna was shocked, "What? Your father? Mitra, I..."

Ashwathama sighed, "No need to say anything. If my father does injustice, I should stop him or make him understand."

Karna asked, "So you believe me? Even after I said something about your father?"

Ashwathama smiled and nodded, "Of course! You didn't even know my father's name, yet you said his name. Is that not enough for me to believe you?"

Karna smiles back, feeling very happy to have a friend who would understand him and do anything for him. He hugged Ashwathama tightly, grateful for his friend's trust.

Ashwathama then asked, "So what should we do? How can we prevent this from happening?"

Karna replied, "Wait, there's more."

He then recounted the rest of his vision, including both rejections and the part where Guru Dronacharya asked for Ekalavya's thumb as Guru Dakshina.

Ashwathama was shocked, "How can my father be so heartless to ask for a thumb as guru dakshina, and that too from someone he rejected twice?"

Karna responded thoughtfully, "Mitra Ashwa, I don't think he rejected twice. I mean, I did saw him reject for two reasons, but it felt like maybe two different possibilities?"

Ashwathama just nodded, deep in thought.

At that moment, Ekalavya and his father Hiranyadhanus approached them.

Hiranyadhanus said, "Thank you for saving my son. I AM FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT."

Ashwathama smiled and replied, "No need to thank us. We were just doing our Dharma."

Karna, however, was deep in thought. When Hiranyadhanus repeated, "WHAT CAN I DO TO REPAY YOU?"

Ashwathama tried to decline, but Karna spoke first, "IF YOU WANT TO REPAY US, THEN BECOME AN ALLY OF HASTINAPUR."

Hiranyadhanus was shocked, "An ally of Hastinapur? But I do not understand why you ask me that."

Karna introduced himself formally, "My name is Karna. I am the YUVRAJ OF HASTINAPUR. I want your tribe to be an ally of Hastinapur. We can help you with everything you need to rebuild after the fire as a token of our alliance, and we will also provide support and protection."

Using the knowledge he learned from Rishi Vashishta about kingdoms and alliances, Karna explained the benefits of the alliance. He spoke with a maturity and authority that impressed everyone present.

After listening to Karna's proposal, Hiranyadhanus considered the proposal and said, "Give me some time to discuss with everyone before making a decision."

Karna nodded, "Take your time, but you need to tell me your decision before we leave."

As Hiranyadanus and Ekalavya walked away, Ekalavya was in awe of Karna. He thought to himself, "The boy who saved me is a prince of Hastinapur. Are all princes like him? So mature and authoritative even at such a young age."

Karna turned to Ashwathama, who was looking at him with a mixture of pride and confusion.

"Mitra, you are so smart. How did you think of this proposal? If Ekalavya's father becomes an ally of Hastinapur, then one reason for my father to reject him will be gone, right?" Ashwathama asked.

Karna smiled and nodded, "Yes. And Mitra, you have to stop your father from rejecting him because he is a Nishada."

Ashwathama nodded resolutely, "Mitra, don't worry. I will stop my father no matter what."

Just then, they heard a voice behind them saying,

"ARE YOU SURE THERE'S NO OTHER REASON FOR GURU DRONACHARYA TO REJECT THAT BOY EKALAVYA?"

Both Ashwathama and Karna were startled and turned around to see Rishi Durvasa standing there.

Ashwathama asked, "Gurudev? You were here all this time?"

Karna's question was more direct, "Gurudev, what do you mean by 'no other reason'? I do not understand."

He paused for a moment and then continued, "Gurudev, I think I can see the future. I mean, I saw visions of Chote Pitashree and his curse, about Mata Gandhari, and now about Ekalavya." Karna explained everything from the start-what he saw, what happened, how he figured out he could see the future, and how he was unable to tell anyone.

Rishi Durvasa listened intently and said, "Hmm, now I understand everything."

Karna asked again, "Gurudev, what did you mean when you said there might be another reason?"

Rishi Durvasa said, "There can be many reasons why Dronacharya rejected Ekalavya. Are you sure what you saw are the only reasons? What if there is something else or someone else behind his decision?"

Karna replied passionately, "Gurudev, Dronacharya did not even teach him anything. Ekalavya learned everything by watching from afar. And he did not accept Ekalavya as his student after the guru dakshina. He told him to leave."

Karna was confused, "So even after knowing what would happen, I cannot do anything? Should I just let it happen then without doing anything?"

Rishi Durvasa explained, "The future is unpredictable and constantly changing. It can change for the better or worse with just a small gesture, decisions we take. Past, present, and future are interconnected, and everything works together."

Rishi Durvasa smiled and said, "Putra, knowing the future does not mean you can prevent every outcome. Sometimes, circumstances are beyond our control. But that does not mean you are powerless. If you cannot prevent Ekalavya from giving his guru dakshina, be there for him. Support him in other ways. Help him find his justice and recognition. Your presence and actions can make a significant difference, even if you cannot change the past."

Karna, with a troubled heart, said, "Then should I just let it happen? My heart cannot agree to this, Gurudev. What Ekalavya will face is injustice. How can his caste or where he is from matter when it comes to learning? Everyone has the right to learn, no matter who they are or where they are from."

Karna looked thoughtful as Rishi Durvasa continued, "Putra, a guru always wants his student to be better than him, so they teach him everything they can. A guru wants the growth of his student. Do you think Dronacharya asking for a thumb from an archer is right? Is it just for him to demand such a sacrifice from someone who wasn't even his formal student? And what does it say about the respect for one's dedication and self-taught skills?"

Karna asks Rishi Durvasa, "Gurudev what should I do?"

Rishi Durvasa nodded with a smile, "You already had a plan on what to do. Just wait for now, you have done what you can for now to prevent it. If you still cannot prevent it, you can help Ekalavya in other ways."

Karna asked, "How can I help him if I cannot prevent him from giving his guru dakshina?"

Rishi Durvasa turned to Ashwathama, who was listening very seriously. "Ashwathama, how are your hands?"

Ashwathama showed his healed hands, "Gurudev, after Mitra healed me, they are completely healed."

Karna immediately realized, "If I cannot prevent it, then I can just heal Ekalavya? I can heal any wounds with just a touch of my hand. But i am not sure i can give him back his thumb. i don't think it will work."

Rishi Durvasa smiled and said, "Putra Karna, not everything can be prevented, but sometimes, maybe just your presence there can change something. Maybe you cannot heal him completely, but perhaps you will do something else that will help him?"

Karna did not understand, he still looked confused promoting Rishi Durvasa to explain further. "Even if you know the future and what will happen, that does not mean you can completely prevent it. But you can make a change. A CHANGE THAT CAN BE BETTER THAN PREVENTION."

(A/n :- A Change like maybe taking Ekalavya to someone who would definitely not ask his thumb as Guru Dakshina... Who that someone would be? 🤔)

Karna nodded slowly, beginning to understand the wisdom in his guru's words.

Rishi Durvasa added, "Sometimes, just being there, just making a small gesture, can change the course of events. If u ever feel confused then just listen to your heart and always stay on the path of Dharma, and you will always find a way."

With this advice, Karna felt reassured. He nodded with determination and gratitude, "Thank you, Gurdev. I will remember your words."

Rishi Durvasa smiled, seeing Karna understand what he was trying to convey.

Karna, overjoyed, suddenly hugged Rishi Durvasa, feeling grateful for the guidance.

Rishi Durvasa was momentarily startled but did not say anything, just smiled and patted Karna's back gently.

Ashwathama, who has been quietly absorbing the conversation, also nodded, feeling a newfound resolve

Karna turned to Ashwathama with a smile, "Mitra, let's do our best to help Ekalavya."

Ashwathama asked, "Mitra, what do you plan to do now?"

Karna replied, "First, we need to ensure that Ekalavya's tribe becomes an ally of Hastinapur. That will be the first step. Then, Mitra, you must ensure that your father does not reject Ekalavya based on his caste. I was not there with you, which means only you can do this."

Ashwathama nodded. "And I will make sure my father understands that. I will not let him reject Ekalavya unjustly."

Karna continued, "Try your best to prevent it, but if you cannot, then just send a message to me. Remember what Rishi Vishwamitra taught us? WHEREVER I AM, I WILL COME and heal Ekalavya, okay?"

Ashwathama nodded in agreement.

The next day, as the trio prepared to leave, Hiranyadhanus approached them with determination in his eyes. "I have discussed with my tribe, and we have decided to accept your proposal. We will become allies of Hastinapur."

Karna smiled and replied, "Once I return to Hastinapur, I will discuss it with my Pitamaha and make it official."

Ekalavya looked at Karna with admiration. "Thank you, Bhrata, for saving me."

Karna placed a hand on Ekalavya's shoulder. "No, Ekalavya. Do not thank me now. I have not done anything yet."

With that, Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa took their leave. As they walked away, Karna looked back at Ekalavya and made a silent promise to himself, "I will make sure that no one can deny you the respect and recognition you deserve for your dedication and skills. Only when I have done something meaningful for you will I accept your thanks."

This vow in his heart, Karna felt a renewed sense of purpose. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but with his friend Ashwa by his side, he was ready to face whatever came his way.

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In the tranquil solitude of his forest abode, Pandu spent his days amidst nature, contemplating life and its mysteries. The passing seasons had marked a year since he had left Hastinapur, and in that time, he had found solace in the quiet of the forest, away from the politics and responsibilities of the kingdom.

One morning, as Pandu was practicing archery, the crisp forest air echoed with the distant sound of a chariot approaching.

Madri, who was nearby gathering herbs, looked up and saw the flag of Hastinapur fluttering proudly on the chariot.

She hurried to inform Pandu, "Arya, someone has come from Hastinapur."

Pandu's face lit up with a rare smile, a mixture of surprise and anticipation. Hastily setting aside his bow he wiped the sweat from his brow and rushed to meet the visitor. As he neared, he recognized Vidur, his younger brother and advisor, stepping down from the chariot.

"Anuj, what are you doing here?" Pandu exclaimed joyfully, embracing Vidur warmly.

Vidur returned the embrace warmly. "Bhrata, I have come to check on you, and also bring news regarding Bhabhi Shree," he replied, his expression filled with concern.

As they walked towards Pandu's abode, Pandu's expression softened with concern as Vidur informed him about Gandhari's prolonged pregnancy, now stretching over fifteen months without any sign of labor. Kunti and Madri shared in Pandu's worry, their brows furrowed with concern for their sister-in-law.

"I am saddened to here of this and also worry for Bhabhi shree's well-being and the child," Pandu sighed, his thoughts racing with concern.

Vidur nodded in agreement, "Yes, Bhrata. It has been fifteen months, and there is still no sign of the child's arrival. Everyone is worried."

Turning slightly, Pandu's thoughts turned to another concern. "Did Aditya return?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching Vidur's face for any news.

Vidur shook his head solemnly. "No, Bhrata, not yet," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.

Then he remembered something. Pandu hurried inside his abode and returned with a beautifully crafted bow in hand.

"Here, take this with you, Vidur. I made this bow for Aditya. You mentioned he likes archery. Give this to him when he returns."

Vidur accepted the bow graciously, nodding in appreciation. As they conversed, Vidur updated Pandu about life in Hastinapur and how everyone dearly missed him, his absence keenly felt by all.

After a while, Vidur took his leave, bidding Pandu farewell with a promise to convey his regards to Gandhari and return with any updates.

As the chariot departed, Pandu stood for a moment, watching Vidur's retreating figure with a mixture of gratitude and concern etched on his face.

Kunti, noticing Pandu's pensive expression, approached him gently. "Arya, what troubles you? Is everything alright?" she inquired, her voice laced with concern.

Pandu turned to Kunti, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "Nothing, Kunti," he reassured her with a faint smile.

"It's just... Bhabhi Shree's pregnancy. Although Aditya is my chosen successor and we need not worry about an heir, or the future of Hastinapur. I am concerned, I cannot help but think ahead. I have Jyesth and Vidur to rely on while growing up, and Aditya is growing up without siblings, I want the same for Aditya-to grow up with his brothers and sisters. However, due to the curse upon me, I cannot have children of my own, and I fear that Aditya will be lonely."

Kunti's expression softened with empathy. "Arya, do you remember the boon given to me by Rishi Durvasa?" she asked, her voice gentle yet filled with hope.

Pandu looked at her with curiosity, inviting her to share her thoughts.

"If you wish, we can use that boon to summon a child with the qualities of the god we invoke," Kunti suggested earnestly.

Pandu's eyes brightened with realization and gratitude. "Thank you, Kunti," he said softly, touched by her suggestion and the hope it brought.

Madri, who had been listening quietly, smiled with relief. "This means there will be a child among us, and Arya, you will not have to worry about Putra Aditya being alone," she said warmly.

"Arya, which god would you like to invoke?" Kunti asked gently, knowing the importance of Pandu's decision in this matter.

Pandu thought for a moment, recalling tales of Yama Dharmaraj's wisdom and righteousness.

"I wish to invoke Yama Dharmaraj." he said finally, his voice steady with conviction.

The next day, under the canopy of ancient trees, Kunti chanted the sacred mantra taught to her by Rishi Durvasa.

The air seemed to hum with mystical energy as the mantra filled the forest, invoking the presence of Yama.

In response to their sincere invocation, Yama appeared before them, his presence commanding yet serene. He blessed Pandu and Kunti, assuring them of a child who would embody righteousness, wisdom, and fairness.

"In nine months' time, this child will be born unto you," Yama proclaimed, his voice resonating with divine authority. "HE SHALL BE KNOWN AS YUDHISHTHIRA, STEADFAST IN RIGHTEOUSNESS, A BEACON OF TRUTH FOR ALL."

As Yama faded from sight, leaving behind a sense of peace and fulfillment, Pandu and Kunti bowed in reverence, overwhelmed with gratitude for the blessing bestowed upon them.

They knew that with Yudhishthira's birth, their family would find joy and fulfillment, and Aditya would have a brother who would stand beside him in wisdom and righteousness.

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One year had passed since Pandu had left for the forest, and in that time, much had changed in Hastinapur. The royals of hastinapur and the kingdom missed their yuvraj, his absence was keenly felt, and everyone eagerly awaiting the day of his return, knowing he would come back wiser and stronger.

SHAKUNI HAD RETURNED to Hastinapur a year ago, upon hearing the news of Pandu's curse and his decision to leave for the forest. He had received a letter detailing these events, and this unexpected turn of events pleased Shakuni.

Standing by the window of his chamber, Sakuni reflected on these developments. "I never imagined Pandu would officially crown Dhritarashtra," he thought.

"With Pandu gone and Dritharastra as king, It's a fortunate outcome. My nephew KARNA HAD BEEN MADE YUVRAJ, and NOW MY SISTER GANDHARI IS QUEEN. Evrything is as it should be.

As for Pandu, I hold no ill will. His departure neither saddens nor pleases me. Even if he returns, it matters little. The throne is secure."

Sakuni's thoughts then turned to Gandhari's prolonged pregnancy, now in it's fifteenth month. He had decided to stay in Hastinapur to support his sister, hoping to meet his new nephew soon. However, as time passed, worry began to grow within him.

In the royal chamber, a serious discussion was underway. Dritharastra, Gandhari, Sakuni, Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika and Bhishma.

Vidur had gone to visit Pandu.

Everyone has gathered to address Gandhari's prolonged pregnancy.

Maharani Gandhari sat quietly, her hand resting on her swollen belly, her expression clouded with anxiety and uncertainty. "Fifteen months, but there was no sign of labor." she murmured softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Why have I not given birth yet? What could be the cause of this delay? The boon i received promised a hundred sons, yet i have not birthed even one." She said her voice sad and her hand gently caressing her belly.

The memory of Rishi Durvasa's blessing lingered in her mind, a source of both hope and frustration. She knew that those around her were concerned, but they never voiced any doubts or criticisms. Instead, they showed her respect and care, which brought her some comfort amidst her worries.

Dritharastra, his voice filled with concern, spoke next, "it has been fifteen months, and still no sign of the child's arrival. What are we to do? I am concerned about Gandhari and the child's well-being."

Satyavati responded thoughtfully, "This prolonged pregnancy is unusual. What could be the reason for this delay?"

Ambika added, her face lined with worry, her hand gently resting on Gandhari's shoulder. "Gandhari, we are all concerned for your health and the child's well-being. We are here for you, always."

Ambalika nodded in agreement. "Yes, dear. We will find a way. Putri Gandhari, stay strong. Trust in the boon and in the love that surrounds you."

Bhishma, the pillar of strength, suggested, "We should send for Rishi Durvasa. It was his boon that promised a hundred sons. He may have insight into what is happening."

He tells Gandhari "This child will be born, and WE WILL ALL WELCOME THE CHILD WITH OPEN HEARTS." (🤔 Really Let's see..)

Gandhari felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. Surrounded by the love and support of her family, she knew she could endure this trial. Her hand rested protectively on her belly as she whispered a silent promise to her unborn child.

As the discussion continued, Shakuni's thoughts turned inward. He had initially feared that the royals of hastinapur might turn against his sister due to her prolonged pregnancy, but the unwavering support shown by the royal family had reassured him.

Approaching Gandhari, Sakuni placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling, dear sister?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Gandhari turned to him, her blindfold eyes wet with unshed tears. "I am weary, brother. It has been fifteen months, and still, I have not given birth. I fear something is terribly wrong."

Kneeling beside her, Sakuni took her hand in his. "Do not lose hope, Gandhari. You are stronger than you realize. You are surrounded by people who deeply care for you. They respect you and do not see this as your fault but are only concerned for your well-being and that of the child."

Gandhari smiles faintly, nodding, her expression softening slightly. "I know, Shakuni. I will remain strong. But I cannot help but worry for the child."

Shakuni squeezed her hand gently. "We must have faith. Rishi Durvasa's boon will come to fruition in due time. Until then, we must remain strong and patient."

Gandhari sighed softly, leaning her head against Shakuni's shoulder. "Thank you, brother. Your presence here has been a great comfort to me."

Shakuni smiled warmly, patting her hand reassuringly. "I will always remain by your side."

The meeting ended with a sense of collective determination and unity. They agreed to seek the guidance of Rishi Durvasa and believed they would find a solution to Gandhari's prolonged pregnancy. In the meantime, Gandhari felt a renewed strength, knowing that she was not alone in this journey.

Just as they were about to disperse, kripacharya entered the chamber with urgency. "Maharaj, Mahamahim, I bring news. Karna, Ashwathama and Rishi Durvasa have entered hastinapur. They are on their way to the palace."

A wave of relief and anticipation swept through the room.

Gandhari's face lit up with a rare smile. "Karna is back! And Rishi Durvasa has come with him."

Dritharastra turned to Gandhari who stood beside him, and said affectionately, "Dear Gandhari, Rishi Durvasa has come. I am sure he holds the answers we seek."

Gandhari smiled with releif and joy at the news of Karna's return and Rishi Durvasa's arrival.

Bhishma's face showed a hint of a smile. "Let us prepare to welcome Rishi durvasa."

As they prepared to welcome Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa, a sense of hope and unity filled the palace. The solution to their worries seemed closer than ever, and the return of their beloved Yuvraj promised to restore the spirit of Hastinapur.

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