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The palace of Hastinapur buzzed with anticipation as the news of Karna, Ashwathama, and Rishi Durvasa's arrival spread. The royal family gathered at the entrance to welcome them, their hearts filled with hope and joy. The air was thick with expectation as everyone looked forward to Rishi Durvasa's guidance and the return of their beloved Yuvraj, Karna.

Gandhari, despite her blindfold, sensed the excitement in the air. She stood tall and regal, her hand gently resting on her pregnant belly. Dhritarashtra, his heart swelling with pride, stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder, a silent pillar of support.

Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika, Bhishma, and Shakuni were all present, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation.

As Rishi Durvasa, Karna, and Ashwathama approached on foot, a wave of emotion swept through the gathered crowd. The palace gates opened to the sight of Karna and Ashwathama walking beside Rishi Durvasa, their young faces reflecting a maturity beyond their years, a testament to their time spent with the Sapta Rishis.

The Rishi's formidable presence commanded respect. Karna, wearing simple clothes but distinguished by his radiant kundals, walked with humility and strength. Ashwathama, equally modest, mirrored his friend's quiet confidence.

The royal family first moved to greet Rishi Durvasa, bowing deeply in reverence. Bhishma, speaking on behalf of the family, welcomed him warmly. "Rishi Durvasa, your presence here is a blessing. We are honored to have you with us."

Rishi Durvasa acknowledged their greetings with a nod, his severe expression softening slightly. "I trust my presence will bring you the guidance you seek."

Karna and Ashwathama turned to their respective loved ones. Karna, his eyes scanning the crowd, found his parents. With Rishi Durvasa's approval, Karna rushed to Gandhari and Dhritarashtra. "Mata, Pitashree," he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth.

Gandhari, though unable to see him, felt his presence and the love in his voice. She extended her hand, and Karna gently took it. "Mata," Karna whispered, his voice filled with love and reverence. "I have returned and I missed you so much."

Dhritarashtra, his face beaming with pride, reached out to touch Karna's shoulder. "Welcome back, my son," he said, his voice filled with fatherly affection. "We have missed you every day."

Karna then moved to greet Satyavati, Ambika, and Ambalika, bowing respectfully. "Parpitamahi, Pitamahi, I seek your blessings."

Satyavati, with a gentle smile, placed her hand on his head. "Ayushman bhava, Putra. May you always be strong and wise."

Ambika and Ambalika followed, offering their blessings. "Vijayi bhava. May you be ever victorious and prosperous," they said together.

Karna then approached Bhishma and hugged him. "Pitamah, I have so much to talk to you," he said, his voice filled with respect and affection.

Bhishma's eyes shone with pride. "You have grown up, Putra Karna. Your journey has made you stronger, and it shows."

Finally, Shakuni, who had been eagerly waiting, opened his arms wide. "Mere bache!" he said, "Will you not greet your mamashree?" Shakuni asked, his face showing genuine affection.

Karna grinned playfully. "Mamashree? You did not return to Gandhar? What are you doing here?"

Shakuni feigned hurt, clutching his heart. "Here I thought my dear nephew would miss me, but I am hurt!"

Karna laughed and hugged him. "I missed you, Mamashree."

Shakuni smiled warmly, embracing Karna. "I have returned as promised. I came When I heard about Gandhari's pregnancy, I wanted to stay until she gives birth. I was eager to meet my nephew."

Karna nodded, hugging him again. "Thank you for being here with Mata, and I am also eager to meet my brothers, Mamashree."

Meanwhile, Ashwathama found his way to his mamashree, Kripacharya.

The warmth of their reunion echoed through the courtyard, a symbol of the bonds forged in adversity and nurtured by love.

Rishi Durvasa, observing the scene with a serene smile, swept his gaze over the royal family and their guests, his presence a calming influence amid the whirlwind of emotions.

Once the initial greetings had subsided, Bhishma stepped forward, his demeanor as steady as ever. "Rishi Durvasa, your arrival brings hope to us all. Please, come and rest after your journey," he said with deep respect.

Rishi Durvasa inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Bhishma," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. "First, I wish to address Putri Gandhari's concerns about her pregnancy and the boon she received."

The mention of Gandhari's condition brought a solemn hush over the gathering. All eyes turned to Gandhari, who stood beside Karna, her hand resting protectively on her belly.

"Please," Bhishma said gently, "let us move inside and make you comfortable, Rishi Durvasa. We can discuss these matters in more suitable surroundings."

The group proceeded to the royal chambers, where arrangements had been made for Rishi Durvasa's comfort. The room was adorned with the finest rugs and cushions, and a sense of calm pervaded the space.

Once everyone had settled, "Rishi Durvasa," Gandhari said softly, her voice unwavering despite the uncertainty in her heart. "Why has the boon you have given to me not yet come to fruition?"

Rishi Durvasa's expression softened with compassion as he turned his attention to Gandhari. "Putri Gandhari," he began, his voice resonating with reassurance, "fear not. The boon you received will indeed be fulfilled, but it requires patience and faith."

He turned to the assembled royal family and courtiers, his presence commanding attention. "According to the boon of 100 sons that I bestowed upon Gandhari," he explained, "she will give birth to a lump of flesh in nine months. This lump will then be divided into a hundred parts and placed in pots."

A murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

"Then, after two years," Rishi Durvasa continued, "the first son will be born from one of these pots."

The revelation brought a mix of relief and renewed hope to Gandhari and her family. They listened intently as Rishi Durvasa outlined the steps they needed to follow, his words a balm to their troubled hearts.

"I will stay here until Gandhari gives birth to the lump of flesh," Rishi Durvasa added. "I will personally oversee the division into a hundred parts and ensure the process is carried out as required."

A wave of gratitude swept through the room. Bhishma spoke for all of them. "We are deeply grateful, Rishi Durvasa. While you are here, you will be treated with the utmost respect and care."

Throughout the discussion, Karna stood beside Gandhari, his presence a pillar of strength and support. He glanced at his mother, silently vowing to protect her and be her strength.

"Mata," Karna said softly, turning Gandhari's attention to him.

"Yes, Putra?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"Mata, While I am here with you, you need not worry about anything. I will not let anything happen to you or my brothers. I will be by your side, always. I PROMISE TO BE YOUR STRENGTH," Karna said earnestly.

Gandhari smiled, her heart swelling with pride and love. "I know, Putra. Until now, I have feared for the child. I did not know how long I could keep this patience. But when I heard you were back, it was as if I found my strength again."

Everyone present could see the deep bond between Karna and Gandhari, a bond of love and unwavering support. The promise Karna made to his mother resonated deeply with all, a testament to his dedication and the strength of their relationship.

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One day, Karna went to Bhishma's room, seeking a conversation that weighed heavily on his mind. The room was quiet, with Bhishma engrossed in reviewing scrolls. Karna took a deep breath before entering, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions.

"Pitamah, can we talk?" Karna asked, his voice steady but his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.

Bhishma looked up, his stern features softening at the sight of his grandson. "Of course, Putra. Come here," he said warmly, gesturing for Karna to sit beside him.

Karna approached and sat down, his mind racing with thoughts. Bhishma observed him with a discerning eye. "What is it you want to talk about?" he prompted gently.

Karna took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Kakashree came to me a year back," he began, his voice tinged with hesitation. "He told me about Chote Pitashree... and yesterday Pitashree told me about how Chote Pitashree has made him king officially and left for the forest."

Bhishma sighed deeply, understanding the weight of Karna's concern. "Putra, Vidur informed us that you were learning under the Sapta Rishis and could not come. We did not want to burden you with the news at that time. But yes, Vidur told us everything - that you didn't want Pandu to go and tried to stop him. However, Pandu had already made up his mind. He wanted to go to the forest and said he would return if needed."

Karna's eyes pleaded with Bhishma. "Pitamah, I want to meet Chote Pitashree. Take me to him, please. If I talk to him, I am sure he will come back."

Bhishma placed a reassuring hand on Karna's shoulder. "Putra Karna, I cannot take you. Pandu asked us not to let you meet him, fearing he would always worry about you and would not find peace in the forest. For now, let him be. We can bring Pandu back when the time is right."

Karna opened his mouth to argue, "But-"

His words were cut off by the sound of someone entering the room.

It was Vidur, holding a beautifully crafted bow. His face lit up upon seeing Karna. "Putra Karna? You are back!" he exclaimed.

Karna smiled broadly and rushed to embrace Vidur. "Yes, Kakashree, I am back. I returned a few days ago, but you were not here."

Vidur hugged Karna tightly, his eyes shining with joy. "I went to Bhrata Pandu," he explained, handing the bow to Karna. "I told him you like archery. He made this for you and wanted me to give it to you when you come back."

Karna took the bow, his eyes widening with delight. He ran his fingers over the smooth wood, admiring the craftsmanship, a testament to his Chote Pitashree's love and skill.

"This bow is magnificent," Karna said, his voice filled with awe.

Bhishma and Vidur smiled at Karna's reaction. Bhishma then addressed Karna gently, "Putra Karna, I will take you to Pandu if he wishes to meet you. For now, we should respect his decision."

Karna nodded reluctantly, understanding the situation. "I understand, Pitamah."

Karna spoke up again, his tone more serious. "Pitamah, there is something else I need to tell you. When we were returning from Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, we encountered a fire in the Nishada tribe's territory. I proposed an alliance with them, and they agreed."

Bhishma looked surprised. "You made an alliance with the Nishada tribe? Why did you decide to do this?"

Karna thought for a moment, not wanting to reveal too much about Ekalavya. Instead, he chose his words carefully. "Pitamah, I wanted to help them rebuild after the fire. They have valuable resources and they also control important trade routes. An alliance would benefit both Hastinapur and the Nishada tribe. We can provide them with the support and protection they need, and in return, they will be loyal to us."

Vidur listened intently, impressed by Karna's initiative. "Putra, your decision shows great foresight. The Nishada tribe's alliance will greatly benefit Hastinapur."

Bhishma nodded in agreement. "You have shown great wisdom and leadership, Karna. This is what being a Yuvraj means - thinking strategically and acting decisively for the good of the kingdom. I am proud of you. We will make this alliance official and ensure it is recognized by all."

Karna felt a surge of pride and relief at their words. "Thank you, Pitamah."

Bhishma placed a hand on Karna's shoulder, his expression filled with pride. "You are already proving to be a remarkable Yuvraj, Karna. With your actions, you are ensuring the future of Hastinapur is in good hands. WITH YOU HERE, I HAVE NO WORRIES ABOUT HASTINAPUR'S FUTURE."

Vidur added, "Indeed, Tatshree. Karna has shown that he understands the responsibilities of leadership and has acted with foresight and wisdom. Hastinapur's future is bright with him as Yuvraj."

With that, Karna left the room, his heart a little lighter because he succeeded in making the Nishadas an ally of Hastinapur yet still heavy with the longing to see his Chote Pitashree and bring him back.

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Bhishma stood by the riverbank once more, waiting for his mother, Devi Ganga. The serene waters flowed calmly, but his heart was troubled, knowing the weight of the conversation they were about to have.

Karna had returned from Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, and Vidur had come back after visiting Pandu. Everyone was present, and Bhishma needed guidance on what to do next.

Devi Ganga emerged gracefully from the river, her divine presence commanding reverence.

Bhishma bowed respectfully. "Mata, Karna has returned from the ashram. You said you would tell us what to do once he was back."

Devi Ganga's expression grew serious. "It is time to discuss matters of great importance. Gather the royal family at the palace. They all need to hear this."

Shortly after, in the grand hall of the palace, the royal family assembled. Dhritarashtra, Gandhari, Vidur, Shakuni, Satyavati, Ambika, and Ambalika awaited anxiously.

Bhishma stood beside his mother, feeling the gravity of the moment.

Devi Ganga looked around at everyone gathered, then asked, "Where is Karna?"

Shakuni spoke up, "Devi Ganga, I saw him with Ashwathama in the garden practicing archery. Should I bring him?"

Devi Ganga shook her head. "No, Gandhar Raj. What I am about to say is not for him to know yet."

Devi Ganga began, her voice clear and authoritative. "I have come to share crucial information regarding the future of Hastinapur and the safety of Karna."

The room fell silent, everyone hanging on her every word.

Gandhari immediately asked, "Safety of Karna? What are you talking about, Devi Ganga? Tatshree?" Her voice was filled with panic.

Devi Ganga stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Gandhari. "Putri Gandhari, calm down. It is not good for you to panic or take stress now in this state. Nothing will happen to Karna; he is being protected by Mahadev himself."

Bhishma then began, "The two unknown attackers who tried to harm Karna - Mata knows who is behind the attack, and she is here to share something important with us."

Dhritarashtra spoke with concern, "Who is behind the attack?"

Devi Ganga continued, "The two people who attacked Karna were sent by Vritra..."

She paused, her tone becoming more somber. "Vritrasura..., a powerful Asura from another Yug. In a time long past, he performed a rigorous penance that lasted for centuries. His dedication was so profound that it caught the attention of the Tridev and Tridevi. They granted him boons, making him nearly invincible. However, after receiving his boons, he was blinded with revenge and spread chaos and destruction across the realms. Let me explain..."

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After receiving his six boons - one from each of the Tridev and Tridevi - and reserving his seventh boon for a future need, Vritra watched as the deities departed.

They were fully aware of the significant role Vritra would play in the coming yugs and the chaos he would unleash now because of the boons they granted, but since Vritra had performed rigorous penance and pleased them, they had to grant him what he wished for.

Upon his return to Asura Lok, - Vritra eagerly sought out his mamashree to share the news of his newfound power.

However, he was met with devastating news: his mamashree an powerful asura, had been killed by Lord Vishnu (his avatar).

Anger surged within Vritra as he processed the loss.

First, his mother had been separated from him by his father - a mere mortal - due to his father's curse, and now his uncle had fallen to a divine being, none other than Lord Vishnu.

Consumed by fury and a thirst for revenge, Vritra vowed to embrace his true nature as an asura. So from Vritra, he became Vritrasura.

He decided to exact vengeance on all those who had wronged his family and stood in his way.

With his newfound power, he aspired to rule over all three lokas - Asura Lok, Deva Lok, and the mortal world. Vritrasura, elevated to a status of formidable might, began his rampage by unleashing the boons he had received.

In the mortal realm -

Vritrasura's malevolent influence spread like wildfire.

He took pleasure in disrupting the peaceful meditations of Rishis, knowing well their disdain for his kind. Spotting a Rishi deep in penance, Vritrasura approached and deliberately disturbed his meditation.

Rishi: "You vile creature! For your disrespect, I curse you!"

Vritrasura laughed, taunting him. "You think your curse can touch me, old man? I am immune to all curses, gifted by the creator himself!"

Vritrasura's actions only fueled the chaos. Villages quaked under his tyrannical rule as he employed his boon to control anyone harboring even a trace of fear or evil.

He made the people build a magnificent palace for him. With a single word, he brought mighty kings and emperors to their knees, their armies shattered and their cities razed to the ground.

In Asura Lok or Patala -

With his newfound power, Vritrasura seized control of Asura Lok, making himself king.

He imprisoned those he could not control.

The once-proud Asuras, now under his dark thrall, trembled at Vritrasura's command.

Vritrasura manipulated them into waging war against the Devas.

Asura Leader: "Vritrasura is unstoppable! His darkness has enslaved us all!"

In the divine realms -

Vritrasura's audacity knew no bounds. He instigated conflicts with the Devas themselves, confident in his invincibility granted by Tridev and Tridevi's boons.

Indra, the king of the Devas: "Vritrasura defies even the mightiest of Devas! We must seek the Trimurti's guidance."

NONE COULD STAND AGAINST HIM, FOR HE HAD ENSURED HIS DEMISE COULD ONLY COME AT THE HANDS Of ONE CHILD. WITH HIS OTHER BOONS, HE EVEN MADE IT NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR EVEN THIS SPECIFIC CHILD, TO KILL HIM EASILY.

Amidst the escalating chaos, beings from all realms - Devas, Asuras, wise Rishis, and celestial beings alike, stood shoulder to shoulder, their differences set aside in the face of a common threat - before the Trimurti.

They beseeched the divine trio and their respective consorts, for it was they who had bestowed Vritrasura's boons upon him.

The atmosphere was tense, filled with the murmurs of desperate beings from all three realms.

An asura stepped forward, his voice trembling with rage and fear. "O Tridev and Tridevi, we have come seeking your aid! Vritrasura, our own kin, has become a tyrant, driven by a thirst for revenge. He has turned our realms into battlegrounds, and not even we, the asuras, are safe from his wrath."

Indra spoke next on behalf of all Devas: "Prabhu, the darkness he has unleashed has shrouded our heavens. Vritrasura is using innocent humans and asuras against their will to fight us."

A mortal Rishi added, "He has disrupted our sacred penances, turned kings into his slaves, and brought untold suffering upon the land."

The Tridev and Tridevi listened intently.

Brahma, the Creator, spoke first. "We are aware of the havoc Vritrasura has caused. His STRENGTH and DARKNESS are the results of the boons we granted him."

Mahadev, the Destroyer, added, "Vritrasura may seem invincible, but he is not immortal. His boons make him undefeatable now, BUT THAT IS ONLY BECAUSE THE CHILD DESTINED TO BE HIS END IS NOT YET BORN."

Vishnu, the Preserver, continued, "Patience is required. THE CHILD who will bring an end to Vritrasura's tyranny will be born in due time."

The crowd erupted in murmurs and questions.

An asura asked, "Who is this child?"

A deva echoed, "When will he be born?"

A mortal added, "How long must we suffer from Vritrasura's wrath?"

The Tridev and Tridevi looked at each other and knew they had to do something.

Mahadev, the destroyer, spoke, "The time has come to intervene. The balance of the universe is at stake. We must find a way to contain Vritrasura and restore order to the realms till the child is born."

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Shakuni, understanding the situation, asked, "Devi Ganga, if the threat is from Vritrasura, does that mean the child is born? Is Karna the child?"

Devi Ganga chose her words carefully, yet truthfully. "No, Gandhar Raj. KARNA WAS NEVER THE CHILD WHO WAS DESTINED TO OR COULD KILL VRITRASURA."

A murmur spread through the room as everyone exchanged puzzled glances.

Vidur, ever the voice of reason, asked, "Then why is Vritrasura after Karna?"

Devi Ganga paused, the weight of her next words heavy in the air. She chose her words with precision. "Vritrasura is after Karna for two reasons: because his most powerful boon can only be nullified by Karna - a Suryaputra who possess divine Kavach Kundals, and also because Karna is one of the children mentioned in the prophecy."

Seeing confused faces, Devi Ganga explained, "One of Vritrasura's boons is the power to control anyone with just a gesture of his hand, particularly those who harbor fear or evil within their hearts. Anyone will fall under his influence, their wills bound to his every command. He can make a king give up his kingdom or bring him to his knees, or make an army of innocents serve his will. Karna's presence in front of him is enough to nullify this boon. Vritrasura won't be able to use his power to control anyone with mere presence of Suryaputra who possess divine Kavach Kundals."

Bhishma, his voice steady but filled with confusion and concern, asked, "Mata, first you said only one child can kill Vritrasura, but now you say Karna is not the child, and at the same time Karna is the child mentioned in the prophecy. WHAT IS THIS PROPHECY?"

Devi Ganga replied, "Putra, it was ALWAYS ONLY ONE CHILD who could end Vritrasura's reign.

Karna's role was always to only prevent Vritrasura from using his boon.

But, it is BECAUSE OF VRITRASURA arrogance and his thirst for revenge that led to his own downfall that day and also CHANGING KARNA'S DESTINY.

The prophecy, as revealed by the Akashavani, speaks of two children who will emerge in an era of strife."

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After hearing the plea from everyone, the Trimurti decided to confront Vritrasura and make him understand what he was doing was wrong.

The Trimurti confronted Vritrasura, urging him to abandon his path of vengeance.

Lord Vishnu spoke, his voice calm but firm. "Vritrasura, your actions are causing untold suffering. Revenge will not bring you peace. THINK OF YOUR MOTHER AND HER PLIGHT."

Vritrasura, filled with rage, retorted, "MY MOTHER?, WHO WAS CURSED TO ISOLATION FOR ETERNITY WITHOUT DEATH BY MY FATHER - A MERE MORTAL!

AND MY MAMASHREE?, WHO TOOK ME IN, IS SLAIN BY YOU WHILE I WAS DOING PENANCE.

I HAVE NOTHING LEFT BUT MY VENGEANCE."

Brahma, the creator, then spoke with divine wisdom. "You believe yourself invincible, But Even the most powerful boons have their limitations. In your thirst for revenge, you have overlooked your own boons."

Mahadev, the destroyer, added, his voice resonating with authority, "Your arrogance blinds you, Vritrasura. The very boons you sought for power contain the seeds of your downfall. They may grant you great power, but they are not infallible."

Vritrasura scoffed, a derisive sneer on his lips. "You are bluffing. You only seek to deter me from my path of vengeance."

Brahma, his voice filled with the wisdom of ages, "The universe is bound by the laws of dharma. When adharma threatens to overshadow it, forces will rise to restore balance. Vritrasura, you should understand that, The balance of dharma will always be restored, and the forces of righteousness will counter the forces of adharma."

Lord Vishnu's voice was unwavering as he replied,

"यदा यदा हि धर्मस्य ग्लानिर्भवति भारत। अभ्युत्थानमधर्मस्य तदात्मानं सृजाम्यहम्॥ परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृताम्। धर्मसंस्थापनार्थाय सम्भवामि युगे युगे॥"

"Whenever there is a decline in righteousness and an increase in unrighteousness, O Bharata, at that time I manifest myself on earth. To protect the righteous, annihilate the wicked, and reestablish the principles of dharma, I appear millennium after millennium."

Mahadev continued, his eyes piercing through Vritrasura, "TO BRING YOUR END, ALONG WITH NARAYANA, MY ANSH WILL BE BORN AS WELL.

JUST LIKE YOU ASKED FOR, EVEN IF IT IS NOT NOW, THE CHILD DESTINED TO BRING YOUR END WILL BE BORN."

As Vritrasura absorbed the gravity of their words,

a divine voice from the heavens, the Akashavani, proclaimed,

"In the era of strife, two children shall emerge, each touched by divine essence. One, as radiant as the Suryadev, shall shine with the divine kavach and kundals, while the other shall bear the essence of Mahadev himself. United, they shall quell the darkness, safeguard honor, reconcile the divided, and bring harmony."

Hearing this prophecy, Vritrasura's eyes widened with a mix of desperation and defiance.

Realizing the prophecy indicated a threat to him, Vritrasura sought a final boon to thwart his foretold demise.

He beseeched the Trimurti, "Great Trimurti, I wish for the child destined to carry Mahadev's essence to be born only under specific conditions. First, the child must.... Second, the mother...."

In response to Vritrasura's plea, Brahma, the creator, spoke first, his voice resonating with wisdom and authority. "You seek to alter the course of destiny. However, meddling with fate comes with serious consequences."

Vishnu, the preserver, added his voice to the discussion, his words measured and contemplative. "Indeed, by imposing such conditions that hinder the birth of the child destined to carry Mahadev's essence, you risk disrupting the Balance of existence. Are you prepared to bear the consequences of such a request?"

Finally, Mahadev, the destroyer, weighed in on the matter, his presence a testament to the cosmic forces at play. "You stand at the precipice of destiny," he warned, "but tread carefully. If you try to change what's meant to happen, it might cause problems you didn't expect. Your desire to alter the course of fate may lead to unintended consequences. The path you seek to forge is fraught with peril, and the repercussions of your actions may echo throughout eternity."

Undeterred by the Trimurti's warnings, Vritrasura stood firm, his demeanor tinged with arrogance. "I seek to defy no one but destiny itself," he proclaimed boldly. "If the prophecy spells my doom, then I shall rewrite its pages with my own hand!"

The Trimurti exchanged stern glances, their divine anger simmering just beneath the surface.

With solemn determination, they pronounced their judgment. "So be it," they declared, their voices resonating with divine authority. "Your wish shall be granted, but your fate shall be bound to the unfolding of the prophecy."

With a swift motion of their hands, divine chains materialized, binding Vritrasura in place. At the sight of the divine chains holding him, Vritrasura's demeanor shifted, his confidence waned as disbelief washed over him.

"What?" Vritrasura exclaimed.

"What folly is this? Release me at once!" he demanded, struggling against the invisible bonds that ensnared him.

But his cries went unanswered, for the Trimurti remained steadfast.

Vishnu decreed, "If you seek to rewrite destiny, then face the consequences of your arrogance."

Brahma, the creator, said, "We shall grant you your final boon, but your arrogance shall not go unpunished. You shall remain imprisoned within your own palace. Your palace and all its splendor will be rendered invisible, unseen by mortals, gods, and Asuras alike."

Vishnu, the preserver, added, "The lands surrounding your palace shall be transformed into a cursed wasteland, shunned by mortals, gods, and Asuras alike. This cursed forest shall be known as Andhaka, a domain of shadows where none dare tread."

Shiva, the destroyer, concluded with a stern warning, "Your name and deeds shall become myth, a cautionary tale whispered among the realms, a tale for all who dare to challenge the will of the divine. Only when the prophecy begins to unfold, signaling the birth of the child bearing my essence, shall your captivity be lifted."

With a final wave of their hands, the Trimurti sealed Vritrasura's fate, consigning him to an eternity of solitude and despair. As their divine pronouncements faded into the ether, THE ONCE-PROUD ASURA KING found himself bound by the divine chains.

The Divine chains tightened around Vritrasura, binding him in a grip of unyielding cosmic energy. Enraged by his imprisonment, Vritrasura struggled against the chains, his voice echoing with righteous fury.

"Release me!" he bellowed, his words laced with venomous defiance. "You dare to imprison me like an animal? I demand my freedom!"

But his cries fell upon deaf ears, for the Trimurti remained steadfast in their judgment, their expressions unmoved by his outburst.

Mahadev, however, chose to address Vritrasura's s anger, his voice a thunderous echo that reverberated through the celestial court.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds," Mahadev intoned, his tone tinged with a hint of divine wrath. "You seek to defy not only destiny but the very fabric of cosmic order. Know this: EVEN IF THE CHILD WITH MY ESSENCE WERE TO BE BORN, HE WOULD REMAIN HIDDEN FROM YOUR EYES, SHIELDED BY THE VEIL OF MY DIVINE PROTECTION."

And thus, Vritrasura found himself imprisoned within his own palace, hidden from everyone's eyes, becoming a myth, his fate entwined with the threads of destiny he dared to challenge.

A/N:- just for clarity i again wrote the Flashback of his impriosnment and do not worry I will make Sri Krishna tell the whole story of Vritrasura - his boons and all later and will also write a complete chapter for Vritrasura...

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The flashback ended as Devi Ganga concluded her tale.

The royal family sat in stunned silence, processing the gravity of what they had just learned.

Gandhari's heart raced as she absorbed Devi Ganga's words. The prophecy had spoken of two children: one bearing the divine essence of Mahadev and the other radiant with Suryadev's grace. Her thoughts raced with the implications of this prophecy, and she felt a crushing weight of despair.

She recalled her own curse - the curse that her eldest son, the one blessed with Mahadev's essence, would not be born from her womb. The knowledge that her child existed somewhere, unknown to her, was a bitter reminder of her own loss and isolation. The anguish of her curse had always been deep and personal, but this revelation struck a new, painful chord.

Shakuni, understanding the situation, asked, "Devi Ganga, if the threat is from Vritrasura and he is released, does that mean he is a threat to Karna and..." His voice trailed off, remembering his sister's boon.

Gandhari normally filled with quiet strength, was now standing with a mix of fear and desperation. She clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath as the implications of Devi Ganga's and her brother's words sank in.

Gandhari's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions.

She felt a sharp pang of sorrow for the child she could not claim and a fierce protectiveness for Karna, the son she had raised and loved as her own.

With concern etched on her face, Gandhari first wanted to ask about the child who was not with her.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Devi Ganga, the other child - the one who is born with Mahadev's essence - where is he?"

Shakuni, who had been listening intently, recognized the gravity of the situation. His hand moved to comfort Gandhari, and Dhritarashtra, sharing his wife's concern, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Devi Ganga, sensing Gandhari's anxiety, spoke with gentle assurance. "Putri, you don't have to worry about that child. Mahadev himself is protecting him."

Gandhari, though still apprehensive, took a deep breath, finding solace in the knowledge that her unknown son was under Mahadev's protection.

Her thoughts now shifted to Karna.

The reality that Karna, her beloved son, was at risk from the very threat, weighed heavily on her. The revelation that Vritrasura was after him filled her with a new kind of dread.

Gandhari's voice trembled as she voiced her fear, her expression troubled. "If the threat is from Vritrasura, and if he is released now, then vritrasura till he finds karna he will come after my son, won't he?"

Devi Ganga's eyes filled with sorrow as she confirmed, "Yes, Gandhari. The attack on Karna itself is a proof that Vritrasura is seeking the children mentioned in the prophecy. He challenged the Trimurti, claiming he would find the children and end them before they become strong."

Dhritarashtra, deeply troubled, asked, "How do we protect Karna from this threat? What steps must we take?"

Devi Ganga advised, "I suggest you HIDE KARNA'S TRUE IDENTITY - THAT HE IS A SURYAPUTRA, THAT HE HAS THE DIVINE KAVACH AND KUNDALS. THOSE WHO KNOW ABOUT HIM MUST NOT SPEAK Of HIM, AND THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW MUST NEVER FIND OUT HIS TRUE IDENTITY."

Following this, the royal family took immediate action.

They made an official announcement instructing everyone not to speak of Karna's identity as a Suryaputra or the divine kavach and kundals he possesses. They emphasized the importance of maintaining this secrecy to ensure Karna's safety while dealing with the looming threat.

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While the discussion with Devi Ganga and the decisions to hide Karna's identity were ongoing...

Karna and Ashwathama were practicing archery in the garden, completely oblivious to the decisions being made about Karna's future...

Karna do not know of the decision to hide his identity.

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"Karna, are you sure you can hit the target without missing?" Ashwathama asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Karna, dressed in the regal attire of a royal prince, held the finely crafted bow his chote pitashree had made for him. His forehead bore the mark of the sun, a symbol of his divine heritage. With steady hands, he nocked an arrow, his eyes fixed on the distant target.

"Ashwa, how can you doubt me and my skills?" Karna replied, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Hearing this, Ashwathama, who was standing at a distance, shouted back, "Mitra, I don't doubt you!"

He then muttered under his breath, "How do I say I doubt myself to stand still with this apple on my head?"

Ashwathama had agreed to help Karna with his archery practice, not realizing that he would become part of the target by holding an apple on his head.

"Ashwa, don't move, otherwise I will miss the target," Karna warned, his tone serious.

"What miss!!?? Mitra Karna, should I go and bring a pumpkin?" Ashwathama suggested, trying to lighten the mood and hide his nervousness.

Karna, puzzled, asked, "Pumpkin? Why?"

"This apple is too small. I can hold a pumpkin on my head instead so that you will not miss the target," Ashwathama explained.

Karna rolled his eyes. "Stop talking nonsense and don't move if you don't want to be the target."

Ashwathama took a deep breath and closed his eyes, standing perfectly still.

Karna aimed carefully, his entire focus on the apple atop his friend's head.

Just as he was about to release the arrow, a voice from behind startled him.

"If you release the arrow now, you will hit his neck instead of the apple."

Startled, Karna spun around, his grip on the bow tightening, and aimed at the intruder. His gaze was intense, the arrow poised to strike.

The intruder raised an eyebrow, amused by Karna's readiness.

"Pitamah! What are you doing here?" Karna asked, a smile spreading across his face.

Bhishma had been passing by the garden after the royal family's announcement instructing everyone not to speak of Karna's identity as a Suryaputra or the divine kavach and kundals he possesses. Seeing Karna practicing archery and aiming at Ashwathama, he decided to intervene.

"I was just passing by when I saw you practicing archery," Bhishma replied with a kind smile. "I couldn't help but notice your concentration. But remember, practice should not come at the cost of someone's safety."

Karna lowered his bow, looking slightly abashed. "I understand, Pitamah. I will be more careful."

Bhishma walked over to Karna. He gently adjusted the position of Karna's bow. "You need to hold your bow like this," Bhishma explained, demonstrating the proper technique.

With Bhishma's guidance, Karna readjusted his aim. Ashwathama, eyes still closed, remained perfectly still.

"Now, release the arrow," Bhishma instructed.

Karna took a deep breath and did as he was told. He steadied his aim, and released the arrow. The arrow flew through the air with precision, striking the apple dead center. Karna's face lit up with a triumphant smile.

Ashwathama opened his eyes, cautiously feeling his head before turning around to see the apple lying on the ground, split cleanly by the arrow. He gave Karna a thumbs-up, grinning.

"Pitamah, how did you know I was aiming wrong just by seeing me?" Karna asked.

"I was trained in archery by the best guru," Bhishma said, his voice filled with reverence. He then picked up a stone and handed it to Karna. "Throw this in any direction you want."

Karna took the stone, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it forward with great force.

In a swift motion, Bhishma drew his bow, released an arrow, and split the stone in mid-air into two perfect halves.

"Wow, Pitamah! You are really good in archery!" Karna exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.

Bhishma smiled and ruffled Karna's hair.

"Will you teach me how you did that?" Karna asked eagerly.

"Of course," Bhishma agreed. He began teaching both Karna and Ashwathama the technique to hit a stone mid-air. Despite their efforts, neither of them could replicate Bhishma's skill on the first few tries.

After multiple attempts, disheartened, Karna said, "I can't do it."

"No one can do it on the first try. Keep practicing until you get it right," Bhishma encouraged.

Karna nodded, determination rekindled in his eyes. "I will practice until I can do it better, and Pitamah, I will show you when I can."

Bhishma smiled warmly. "Then that day, it won't be just one stone."

Karna grinned. "Yes, Pitamah."

"Pitamah, Where did you learn archery? Who taught you?" Karna asked curiously.

"I learned archery from my guru, Bhagwan Parashuram," Bhishma replied.

"Parashuram?" Karna echoed, his interest deepening.

Bhishma began to tell Karna about Parashuram's greatness. "Gurdev is a revered sage renowned for his unparalleled skill in archery. He once took on the monumental task of ridding the world of corrupt Kshatriyas twenty-one times to uphold dharma. His training methods are rigorous and highly effective, and his precision in archery is unmatched. I had the honor of learning from him, and his teachings have been invaluable to me."

Karna's eyes widened with awe. "Pitamah, will he teach me?"

"I don't think so, Putra. Gurudev has taken an oath to only teach Brahmins. I don't think he will teach you," Bhishma said gently.

Karna's face fall with disappointment.

Seeing Karna's sadness clearly evident in his eyes, Bhishma added, "I can request Gurudev to teach you. He taught me because my mother asked him, and you are a Suryaputra. I'm sure Gurudev will consider it if I ask."

Karna shook his head. "No, Pitamah. I will ask him myself to take me as his student."

Bhishma wanted to say something, but held back, seeing the determined glint in Karna's eyes. "Pitamah, see - one day I will be known as Parashurama's shishya Karna."

Bhishma smiled at Karna's resolve. "Of course, Putra. I am sure if you convince Gurudev, he will teach you. But remember, never lie to your guru. Knowledge gained through deceit is never useful."

"I know, Pitamah. Pitashree Suryadev has told me about it and also said to never lie to a guru," Karna replied firmly.

As Bhishma looked at Karna, he saw the determination and innocence in the young prince's eyes. A surge of protective instinct welled up within him. Silently, Bhishma made a vow to himself, - "Putra Karna, I will not let anyone harm you till I am alive. Your safety and future are my solemn duties. I will stand by you through all challenges, guiding and protecting you as long as I have breath in my body."

For now, the practice continued, with Karna and Ashwathama determined to master the art Bhishma had demonstrated.

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Nine Months Later -

In the serene depths of the forest, Kunti lay on a bed of soft leaves inside a modest hut, with Madri attending to her. Pandu waited anxiously outside, pacing with worry and anticipation.

Kunti, bearing the pain with remarkable strength, focused on her breathing as Madri guided her through the final moments of labor. With a determined push, Kunti gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His cries filled the hut, bringing tears of joy to Kunti's eyes.

Madri wrapped the newborn in a soft cloth and handed him to Kunti. Outside, Pandu heard the baby's cry and rushed in, his face lighting up with joy and relief. He knelt beside Kunti, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at his son.

"Kunti, he is perfect," Pandu whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Kunti smiled, her exhaustion forgotten. "Yes, Arya. Our Yudhishthir will bring honor to our family."

As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the forest, the small family basked in the warmth of their new arrival. Kunti held Yudhishthira close, feeling a profound connection to her second-born, while Pandu and Madri looked on with hearts full of love and hope for the future.

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One Month Later - one month after kunti gave birth to yudhisthir...

The palace of Hastinapur was filled with anticipation as Gandhari's labor began. Inside the royal chambers, the women gathered: Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika, the maids, and the royal female vaidya, all surrounding Gandhari with support and care. Her labor was long and arduous, with the royal vaidya attending to her with utmost diligence.

Outside the chambers, the men waited anxiously. Shakuni, Dhritarashtra, Bhishma, and Vidura stood together, their faces marked with concern.

Rishi Durvasa had been informed of Gandhari's labor and had arrived swiftly with Kripacharya, his presence bringing a sense of calm and authority to the tense atmosphere.

Karna and Ashwathama stood together near the entrance, their young faces showing a mix of fear and determination. Karna, deeply concerned for his mother, clenched his fists, listening to Gandhari's cries of pain from within the chambers. Ashwathama, sensing his friend's distress, placed a reassuring hand on Karna's shoulder, offering silent support.

After hours of labor, Gandhari gave birth to a large, inert mass of flesh. Despite being prepared by Rishi Durvasa's previous prophecy, the sight was still a solemn moment. Gandhari, exhausted and relieved, looked to Rishi Durvasa for guidance as he entered the chamber.

Rishi Durvasa, with his serene and commanding presence, approached Gandhari. "Putri Gandhari," he said, his voice calm and reassuring, "fear not. This is as it was foretold. Now, we must follow the divine instructions to ensure the birth of your sons."

Karna stepped forward, his face determined. "Mata, Do not worry. I will assist Gurudev and ensure everything is done properly."

Gandhari, her strength waning, nodded. "Thank you, Putra. But there is one more thing," she said softly, turning to Rishi Durvasa. "Rishi Durvasa, I DESIRE TO HAVE A DAUGHTER AMONG MY CHILDREN AS WELL."

Rishi Durvasa smiled gently. "Putri Gandhari, your desire will be fulfilled. The flesh will be divided into 101 parts, resulting in 100 sons and 1 daughter."

With that, Rishi Durvasa began the sacred process of dividing the flesh. He called for a large silver tray, clean and polished, along with a sharp ceremonial knife blessed with holy mantras. One hundred and one earthen pots were arranged, each to be lined with ghee and sacred herbs.

Rishi Durvasa, with Karna at his side, began the sacred process of dividing the flesh. As he chanted ancient hymns, invoking the blessings of the gods for each part, the atmosphere in the room became charged with a palpable sense of sanctity and reverence. Under the sage's meticulous supervision, the flesh was carefully divided into 101 equal parts. Each piece was placed gently into an earthen pot.

Karna, assisted Rishi Durvasa with every step, ensuring that each pot was prepared with the utmost care and precision. As the last piece of flesh was placed into the final pot, Rishi Durvasa blessed them, consecrating the pots with divine mantras.

The pots were then sealed and placed in a warm, sacred chamber, where they would be nurtured for the next two years. Throughout the entire process, Karna remained steadfastly by Gandhari's side, his presence a source of strength and reassurance for her. Ashwathama stayed close, offering silent support to his friend.

As the sacred ritual concluded, Rishi Durvasa turned to Gandhari and the gathered family. "In due time, after two years, your first son will be born, followed by another each subsequent month. These pots will bear the fruits of your faith and patience. Your sons and daughter will be born from them, strong and virtuous."

The royal family, united in their hope and determination, stood together, ready to face the future with renewed faith and courage. The blessing of Rishi Durvasa and the presence of Karna gave them the strength to believe in the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

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- JARASANDHA'S CHAMBER -

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Few days After Gandhari gave birth and after dividing the flesh into 101 parts...

Rishi Durvasa is still in Hastinapur because his work is not yet done...

Jarasandha sat alone in his dimly lit chamber, his thoughts consumed by the recent events. His mind replayed the conversation with Vidur and the unsettling news about the Yuvraj of Hastinapur.

The arrival of a SPY broke the silence of the chamber. The spy approached Jarasandha with a mix of respect and trepidation.

"Speak," Jarasandha commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

The spy bowed deeply. "Magadha Raj, I bring news from Hastinapur," he began. "The Yuvraj of Hastinapur, who was previously away, has returned. The royal family has made an announcement instructing everyone not to speak of the Yuvraj's identity as a Suryaputra or the Divine Kavach Kundals he possesses. It seems someone is after the Yuvraj, and they are taking measures to keep his identity hidden."

Jarasandha's eyes narrowed as he absorbed this information. "So, the Yuvraj is back, and the Hastinapur royals are shielding him. Interesting. If they are hiding his true identity, it means they found out about Vritrasura and see Vritrasura as a significant threat."

He motioned for the spy to leave, his mind already racing with possibilities.

As the spy exited, Jarasandha was left alone with his thoughts. "If I can bring this child to Magadha and keep him under my control, Vritrasura's plans will be thwarted. I can use the child against Vritrasura. If the child with divine Kawach kundals is within my grasp, Vritrasura cannot control me with his powers."

Jarasandha knew that keeping the child with divine protection - Karna - within his grasp could potentially safeguard him from Vritrasura's influence.

Jarasandha's thoughts grew more determined. "Why wait for the child to grow stronger? I can act now and capture him before he becomes a greater threat. By making the Yuvraj of Hastinapur my prisoner, I can use him as leverage whenever necessary."

Jarasandha paced the room, his mind racing with calculations. "Since I was the one who warned Hastinapur about Vritrasura, they won't suspect me if their Yuvraj suddenly vanishes. They'll be too focused on the threat I've highlighted and will think that Vritrasura is behind their Yuvraj's disappearance."

He paused, considering his strategy. "However, it's best to use someone else to carry out this plan. By involving a third party, I can keep my hands cleans and avoid any suspicion. I have to make sure that no trace of my involvement will remain."

As his plan solidified, a calculating expression crossed his face, he decided. "This way, I stay safe from Vritrasura and will also have the leverage I need without drawing unwanted attention."

Jarasandha sat in his chamber, a sinister plan forming in his mind.

He had decided to call upon someone he knew could carry out his scheme without raising suspicion.

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Name: Shukra

Description: Shukra, a powerful Naga prince, was exiled for his ruthless ambition and dark deeds. His venom had no cure and works slowly, causing excruciating pain before death. Shukra's presence is chilling, with a gaze that can pierce through the bravest of hearts. He is known for his selfishness, doing only what benefits him, which led to his banishment.

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Jarasandha summoned Shukra, a powerful Naga prince exiled for his ruthless ambition and dark deeds. Shukra's reputation was fearsome, his venom had no cure and causes a slow, excruciating pain and agonizing death.

Shukra slithered into the chamber in his serpent form, his scales catching the dim light. As he entered, he transformed into his human form, his presence immediately filling the room with a chilling aura.

"Magadha Raj, why did you call me here?" Shukra asked, his voice cold and calculating.

Jarasandha met his gaze with equal intensity. "I need your help."

Shukra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What help do you want? My poison? You know it has no cure and works slowly."

Jarasandha shook his head. "I do not want to kill anyone. I just need to make a child weak, capture him, and bring him here."

Shukra's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "A child?" He LAUGHED, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "You want my help to kidnap a child?"

Jarasandha remained calm. "He is not an ordinary child. I cannot attack him directly because of his divine kavach, which protects him from immediate danger. Your poison can make him weak. If given in the right amount, it will not kill him but make him unconscious."

Shukra's curiosity was piqued. He leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Magadha Raj, a special child, you say? Tell me more. Why do you want this child? I need to know everything; otherwise, I will not help."

Jarasandha hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. He knew he needed Karna and, for that, he needed Shukra's assistance, no matter what. Finally, he spoke, "You know Andhaka Van?"

Shukra's eyes widened. "Andhaka Van? Why do you speak of that place? It is a myth."

Jarasandha's voice was steady. "It's not. Vritrasura has been released."

Hearing Vritrasura's name, Shukra immediately stood, fear evident in his eyes. "Did you say Vritrasura? He is just a tale-"

Jarasandha cut him off. "He is real and is searching for this divine child with kavach kundals. Vritrasura sent people to either capture or kill this child."

Shukra's mind raced as he processed this information. "Why are you looking for the child, then?"

Jarasandha's voice carried a note of defeat. "He ordered me to find the child."

Shukra smirked, his fear turning into opportunism. "I will bring the child. But in return, you must take me to Vritrasura. I want to be on his side."

Jarasandha nodded, a calculating expression crossing his face. "Agreed."

However, in his mind, Jarasandha knew his priority was getting Karna to Magadha. Using Shukra for this task was just a means to an end. Once Karna was brought to Magadha, he would decide what to do with Shukra later.

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In the early morning hours, the bustling kitchen of Hastinapur was alive with the clattering of pots and pans and the rich aroma of spices being prepared for the royal family. The sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow accross the room.

Amid the organized chaos, Shukra, the exiled Naga prince, slithered silently through the corridors in his serpent form. His scales shimmered faintly in the dim light.

As he reached the kitchen, Shukra transformed into his human form, his chilling presence immediately commanding attention.

"Good morning," Shukra said, his voice cold and commanding. "Maharani Gandhari has sent me to check on Yuvraj Karna's food. Is it ready?"

The kitchen staff, used to various royal requests, led Shukra to the prepared dishes without a second thought.

Shukra's eyes scanned the food with a calculating gaze. He approached the food meant for Karna.

From beneath his cloak, Shukra produced a small vile of his poison. With deliberate care, he began adding the venom into Karna's food and drink.

Initially, he intended to use only a small amount, just enough poison to make Karna weak by nightfall, and fall into unconsciousness. However, a darker thought crossed his mind.

"Jarasandha mentioned that Vritrasura sent people to capture or kill this child," Shukra mused silently. "Why not take the opportunity to kill him myself? This way, I would gain all the credit and prove my loyalty to Vritrasura."

A sinister grin spread across Shukra's face as he poured a much larger quantity of the venom into the dishes, ensuring Karna would endure agonizing pain. The poison, though slow-acting, would cause intense suffering over time.

"No one can save you now, Yuvraj," Shukra whispered coldly, his words laced with malice.

Satisfied with his dark deed, Shukra left the kitchen, blending back into the crowd as he made his way to the royal dining hall.

Royal Breakfast -

In the grand dining hall, the royal family had gathered for breakfast, their voices mingling in a harmonious blend of conversation and laughter. Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika, Shakuni, Gandhari, Dhritarashtra, and Vidur were present, each engaged in conversation.

Karna had just returned from his Suryapuja with Bhishma and took his place at the table.

As the breakfast proceeded, the servants entered with the dishes. The meal for Karna, now tainted with Shukra's poison, was placed before him.

As everyone began eating, the conversation shifted to recent news. Vidur spoke, "Tatshree, Bhrata Pandu has sent a letter. He informed us that Bhabhi Shree Kunti has given birth to a child named Yudhishthir, who is a Dev Putra."

Ambalika's face showed alarm. "Vidur, but what of Pandu's curse?"

Vidur replied, "Bhrata's letter states that Bhabhi Shree has a boon allowing her to invoke any deity and bear a child with the qualities of that god. She invoked Lord Yama, and thus, Yudhishthir was born."

The news brought releif and joy to the family, yet Karna's mind was elsewhere, deeply troubled by the thought of his chote pitashree.

"I must find a way to bring Chote Pitashree back," Karna resolved silently as he continued eating.

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After breakfast, BHISHMA LEFT TO VISIT PANDU IN THE FOREST for several important reasons: - To update Pandu about Gandhari giving birth and Rishi Durvasa dividing the flesh into 101 parts... - To inform him about the threat from Vritrasura and also convey the decision to hide Karna's identity... - Additionally, Bhishma was determined to see the newborn Yudhishthir, a Dev Putra like Karna, mentioned in Pandu's letter... - And to clear a doubt he had regarding Kunti's boon, which had intrigued him since he heard of it...

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Meanwhile, Karna decided to visit Ashwathama. He made his way to Ashwathama's residence, a separate house from the main palace grounds. There, he found his friend and Mata Kripi having their breakfast.

"Mitra Ashwa," Karna called out as he entered.

Ashwathama looked up, a smile spreading across his face. "Mitra, come in."

As Karna entered, he greeted Kripi with respect. "Pranipat, Mata."

Kripi smiled warmly, "Come in, Putra. Did you have breakfast? Join us."

Karna shook his head. "No Mata, I have already eaten. I came to take Mitra Ashwa with me."

Ashwathama, having finished his meal, washed his hands and approached Karna. "Mitra, what brings you here?"

Karna glanced at Kripi and then back at Ashwathama. Understanding his friend's unspoken request.

Ashwathama turned to his mother, "Mata, I am going out with Mitra."

Kripi nodded with a motherly concern, "Take care, Putra."

Karna and ashwathama smiled and bid her farewell, both saying together. "Ji Mata."

As Karna and Ashwathama walked through the palace corridors, Ashwathama noticed a change in Karna.

Ashwathama, his voice concerned, asked, "What is troubling you?"

Karna sighed deeply. "During breakfast, Kakashree Vidur shared news about Chote Pitashree. Mitra, Choti ma gave birth to a child - Yudhisthir."

Karna's voice was filled with concern. "Ashwa, We need to find a way to bring Chote Pitashree back."

Ashwathama considered this for a moment, and said. "Let's go to where Maharaj Pandu is."

Suddenly, Ashwathama noticed that Karna was lagging behind.

Ashwathama turned around and saw Karna clutching his chest, his face contorted in agony. The subtle and slow-acting poison had begun to take effect, causing Karna to experience intense, debilitating pain.

Karna is experiencing a lot of pain, as the poison spread through him. His skin was turning pale, and he began to shiver uncontrollably. His face, once radiant with determination, was now ashen and twisted in torment. Sweat poured down his forehead, mixing with tears as he was clutching his chest.

Ashwathama rushed to his side, panic evident in his eyes. "Mitra, what happened? Are you alright?"

Karna, struggling to speak through the pain, "Ashwa," he gasped, his voice cracking and barely a whisper. "It's... it's paining... it... hurts... so much..."

"Where does it hurt? Did you get injured?" Ashwathama asked urgently, his eyes wide with worry.

Karna shook his head weakly. "No... it's not.. My whole body... it's hurting so badly..."

"Wait here, I'll get help," Ashwathama said urgently.

But before ashwathama could move, Karna's knees gave way, and he collapsed to the floor.

Ashwathama, panicking, cried out, "Mitra!!!"

Karna's face was pale, his body trembling uncontrollably. Each breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, each one more painful then the last. Sweat poured down his face, and his eyes, filled with the pain he was experiencing, were barely able to remain open.

"Ashwa... it hurts... so much... do something... please..." Karna's voice was barely audible, his entire body was in pain.

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To be continued...

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How is the chapter?

Prophecy -

"In the era of strife, two children shall emerge, each touched by divine essence. One, as radiant as the Suryadev, shall shine with the divine Kavach and Kundals, while the other shall bear the essence of Mahadev himself. United, they shall quell the darkness, safeguard honor, reconcile the divided, and bring harmony."

Meaning -

During a period of great turmoil and conflict, two extraordinary children will be born, each blessed with divine attributes.

1. Child of the Suryadev: The first child, as radiant as Suryadev, will possess divine Kavach and Kundals, representing great strength and protection. This child is Karna, who is blessed by Suryadev - a Suryaputra.

2. Child of Mahadev: The second child will have the essence of Lord Shiva (Mahadev) within him, showing great power, resilience, and a divine mission.

Their Roles -

UNITED: The term "united" can mean two things. - It can means that the two children will come together to fulfill their divine purpose - it can also mean that one child may have the combined essences of both the divine.

QUELL THE DARKNESS: Together, these two children will fight and eliminate the prevailing evils and chaos (Darkness like Vritrasura), either by working together as two separate children or as a single child.

SAFEGUARD HONOR: They will uphold and protect dharma (righteousness), making sure that justice and honor are preserved.

RECONCILE THE DIVIDED: They will bring people together, resolving conflicts and healing divisions among people.

BRING HARMONY: Their actions and influence will restore peace and harmony in the world.

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So What do u think of the Prophecy?

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And I have a question for my dear readers - 🤔

For now, it was decided that only Karna's identity as a Suryaputra and his possession of the divine kavach and kundals would be hidden.

BUT.... if you remember from the Precap, the Kauravas and Pandavas do not even know of Karna's existence. Why is that?

QUESTION -

The royals of Hastinapur decided to hide Karna's true identity, but why would they also keep him completely unknown to his own siblings?

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