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Ashwathama's heart pounded as he watched his friend crumble before him. Panic filled his eyes and mind.

"Ashwa... it hurts... so much... do something... please..." Karna's voice was barely a whisper, his pain evident.

Ashwa knelt beside Karna, his mind racing. He needed help fast.

Desperately, he looked around for anyone who could assist.

In the shadows, Shukra, in his snake form, slithered closer, pleased with Karna's condition. He prepared to attack Ashwathama to prevent him from helping Karna. As Shukra moved near them, Karna's divine kavach glowed, creating a protective barrier. Shukra recognized the divine armor and backed off.

Ashwathama saw the snake and realized it must have bitten Karna.

Shukra retreated, and Ashwathama shouted, "Anyone there! Guards!"

Guards rushed in, shocked and concerned by Karna's suffering. The peaceful morning had turned chaotic.

Ashwathama urgently directed one guard to fetch the Raj Vaidya and another to inform the royal family. "There is a snake in the palace! Find it immediately!" he added urgently.

Karna lay on a bed, trembling with pain. The Raj Vaidya examined him with a serious expression.

Dhritarashtra and Gandhari sat by Karna's feet, their worry evident. Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika, Shakuni, and Vidur stood nearby, all concerned.

Ashwathama sat beside Karna, holding his hand tightly. Rishi Durvasa was also present, his expression grave.

The Raj Vaidya looked up, his voice heavy with concern. "Maharaj, Maharani, Yuvraj Karna has been poisoned. It seems someone mixed poison in his food."

Ashwathama quickly interjected, "I saw a snake before, trying to attack us."

Karna's eyes were closed, but the agony was clear from his contorted body. Sweat covered his face, and his breaths were shallow and rapid.

Dhritarashtra's voice was filled with anger. "Who could do this to my son?"

Gandhari, though furious, was more focused on her son's safety. "Do something. Please, help my son, he is in pain!"

Satyavati turned to the Raj Vaidya. "Why are you still standing there? Do something! You must have a cure for snake poison, right?"

The Raj Vaidya looked down, troubled. "Rajmata, I have never seen a poison like this before."

Tension filled the room as everyone waited anxiously.

Rishi Durvasa, sensing the gravity of the situation, examined Karna and identified the potent poison. His face darkened with anger.

"This is no ordinary poison. It is the work of a powerful naga. Show yourself, Shukra!"

Shukra slithered into view, hissing as he transformed into human form. "You are too late, the poison has spread throughout his body. Vritrasura will be pleased."

All the royals were shocked upon hearing Vritrasura's name. Fear and disbelief spread across their faces.

Rishi Durvasa's eyes blazed with divine wrath. "You have committed a grave sin against this innocent child. Your betrayal will be punished by the very forces you sought to wield."

Furious, Rishi Durvasa cursed Shukra. "For your heinous act, you shall remain a serpent, never to find peace. Every attempt to harm or deceive others will cause you to suffer from the poison you inflicted. The more you try to harm others, the greater your pain will become."

Shukra fell to his knees, shocked and pleading. "No, this cannot be! Someone told me to do this! I only wanted to ensure the child's death! Rishi Durvasa, please forgive me!"

Rishi Durvasa's anger did not wane.. "Tell me how to cure Karna."

Shukra looked desperate. "There is no cure... but if the poison is removed directly from his body, then he can be saved. There is no naga here powerful enough to do this..."

Rishi Durvasa, acknowledging Shukra's desperate plea and cooperation, decided to lessen his curse slightly. "For showing remorse, I will lessen your curse. You will remain a serpent, but the pain you endure will be lessened if you do not harm others. But know this: the moment you confront the person for whom you committed this heinous act or the person you sought to please, you will burn to death," he declared, sealing Shukra's fate.

Everyone was worried for Karna, the room filled with a heavy silence.

High in the mountains of Kailash, Mahadev sat in deep meditation, his appearance radiant and powerful. His trishul held firmly in one hand, and the snake Vasuki coiled around his neck.

Mahadev saw everything and knew all that had transpired. He understood that he had to save Karna.

"Vasuki," Mahadev called out.

Vasuki, sensing the urgency, uncoiled from Mahadev's neck and stood before him.

"You have to go and remove the poison from Karna's body," Mahadev commanded.

In his serpent form, Vasuki understood and swiftly left Kailash.

Back in the palace, everyone was worried, and Shukra, having revealed the solution, transformed back into his serpent form due to Rishi Durvasa's curse and slithered away. He knew he could no longer face Jarasandha, who had ordered him to poison Karna, nor Vritrasura, whom he sought to please.

Suddenly, a large serpent entered the room, causing fear and confusion among the onlookers.

Rishi Durvasa immediately recognized Vasuki. "Do not be afraid. This is Vasuki, the king of serpents. He would not harm anyone without reason."

Everyone watched in awe as Vasuki approached Karna. The serpent bit Karna gently, sucking the poison from his body with great care. Slowly, the color returned to Karna's face, and his breathing became steadier.

Once the task was done, Vasuki transformed into his human form, his eyes filled with divine power and compassion. He turned to the assembled royals and spoke with authority. "This child is protected by Mahadev. In recognition of his divine nature and Mahadev's will, I grant him a boon. No poison or venom shall ever harm him again. He is now immune to any poison or venom."

The royals looked at Vasuki with gratitude and reverence.

When the task was done, Vasuki then reverted to his serpent form and left as silently as he had arrived. Karna lay still but visibly more relaxed, though still unconscious.

Rishi Durvasa and the Raj Vaidya examined Karna. Rishi Durvasa spoke reassuringly, "There is no need to worry. Karna will wake up soon. Vasuki has saved him by removing the poison and granting him protection. This act shows that Karna has Mahadev's protection. Without Mahadev's command, Vasuki would not have intervened."

The room, once filled with tension, now held a sense of relief and gratitude. Karna was safe, and the divine intervention had reaffirmed his special destiny.

Gandhari, overwhelmed by the revelation that Mahadev had intervened to save her son, made her way to the temple within the palace. There, she knelt before the shiv linga, her heart filled with gratitude.

With folded hands, she prayed fervently, "Mahadev, thank you for saving my son. You have protected him when we were helpless. I am forever grateful for your blessings upon my son."

As she prayed, tears of relief and gratitude streamed down her cheeks.

Moments later, Rishi Durvasa entered the temple. "Gandhari," he called out, his voice firm and authoritative.

Gandhari turned towards the voice, immediately recognizing it. "Rishi Durvasa? Is there anything you need?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Rishi Durvasa's expression was serious as he approached. "There is something I need to talk to you about," he said, his tone indicating the importance of the matter.

Gandhari, though blindfolded, could sense the gravity in his voice. She nodded, ready to hear what the revered sage had to say. "Please, Rishi Durvasa, tell me what it is."

Rishi Durvasa sat down beside her, his demeanor serious. "Tell me, Gandhari, about Karna. Who is he to you?"

Gandhari recounted everything that had happened from her marriage until now.

"Rishivar, though Karna was not born from my womb, he is my son in every sense. I accepted him wholeheartedly, and Suryadev blessed me, granting me the boon to be his mother in every form."

Rishi Durvasa, already aware of Karna's true parentage, asked, "And Kunti, the one who gave birth to him, where does she stand in all this?"

Gandhari sighed. "Kunti is Karna's biological mother, the one who brought him into this world. She has more right over him because of that."

Rishi Durvasa's voice was filled with wisdom. "More right, you say? Hmm... Gandhari, do you remember the curse I gave you? That your eldest son, the one meant to be born with Mahadev's essence, will not come from your womb?"

Gandhari nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, Rishivar. I remember."

Rishi Durvasa pressed on. "So, if that child, born of Mahadev's essence, were to come to you, would you have no right over him because you did not give birth to him? Would the woman who bore him have all the rights?"

Gandhari, defensive, said, "Rishivar! That child is a boon granted to me by Mahadev. Just because I did not give birth to him does not mean he is not my son. He will always be my son, no matter who gave birth to him or if he calls me mother or not."

Rishi Durvasa smiled gently. "Then, Gandhari, how can you say that Kunti has more right over Karna than you? Suryadev himself blessed you, making you Karna's mother in every form. Karna drank your milk, grew up knowing you as his mother, and calls you Mata. Kunti abandoned him right after his birth. But it is you who accepted him, loved him, and gave him everything a mother should give."

Gandhari reflected, her eyes hidden but her face softening as she remembered her moments with Karna.

Rishi Durvasa continued softly but firmly, "So tell me, Gandhari, is Karna Kunti's son, or is he your son?"

Gandhari, with rising possessiveness and unwavering voice, said, "Karna is my son. He will always be my son."

Rishi Durvasa nodded approvingly. "That is the truth, Gandhari. A mother is not just the one who gives birth, but the one who nurtures, loves, and sacrifices for her child. Your bond with Karna is unbreakable."

Gandhari, hesitant and her voice filled with doubt, asked, "Rishi Durvasa, a thought haunts me. What if the truth comes out? What if Kunti claims Karna as her son? I fear losing him. He is my life, my world. How can I let him go?"

Rishi Durvasa spoke with a wise and calming tone, "Gandhari, listen to me carefully. The bond you share with Karna is beyond blood. It is forged through love, sacrifice, and nurturing. Kunti may have given birth to him, but she abandoned him. You are the one who accepted him, loved him, and raised him as your own. Suryadev's boon makes you his mother in every form. No one can take that away from you."

Gandhari, with tears in her eyes but a smile on her lips, said, "Thank you, Rishivar. Your words have given me strength and clarity."

With renewed determination, she added, "Karna is my son, and I will not let anyone take him away from me."

Rishi Durvasa smiled gently. "Stand firm in your love for Karna. Protect him with all your heart. He is fortunate to have you as his mother."

Gandhari bowed her head in respect. "Thank you, Rishivar. I will always cherish and protect Karna."

Rishi Durvasa placed a hand on Gandhari's head, bestowing his blessings. "Be strong, Putri, and all will be well," he said, his voice filled with assurance.

Then, he added cryptically, "Your eldest son is your strength. The birth of your sons will be soon, and till your eldest son is with you, your 100 sons will bring great glory to Hastinapur."

Gandhari, her resolve stronger than ever, said, "I will remember your words, Rishivar."

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The forest is tranquil, with the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds.

Pandu and Bhishma are deep in conversation about the prophecy and recent events regarding the Vritrasura threat to Karna.

Bhishma gravely says to Pandu, "The prophecy is clear. The child with divine Kawach and Kundals is a threat to Vritrasura."

Pandu nodding in understanding the situation, says, "Tatshree, Jyesth and Bhabhi shree must have been worried after finding out the prophecy. You did right in hiding that Aditya is a Suryaputra who has kavach and kundals."

Kunti, carrying a plate of fruits and water, approaches them. Hearing this, the plate falls from her hands, the noise startling both men.

Pandu, turning quickly, is shocked to see Kunti.

Bhishma, confused, asks, "Putri, what has happened?"

Kunti, with tears streaming down her face, runs back to the hut, unable to contain her emotions.

Pandu calls after her, "Kunti! Listen to me!"

Bhishma, placing a hand on Pandu's shoulder, concerned, "Putra, why is Kunti crying? What is troubling her?"

Pandu, sighing deeply, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth, says, "Tatshree, I need to tell you something. Kunti must have heard about Aditya, or rather, Karna. She... She is the one..."

Bhishma's eyes widen, understanding dawning on him. The doubts he had from the time he heard about Kunti's boon are now starting to be clear. "Kunti is the one who gave birth to Karna and abandoned him?"

Pandu nods. "Yes, Tatshree. Let me explain."

Pandu recounts the entire story to Bhishma, from how Kunti received her boon from Rishi Durvasa, and out of curiosity, used the boon, then gave birth to Karna and abandoned him, and how Devi Ganga brought Karna to their care. He then about tells about the promise he took from Gandhari and Kunti.

Bhishma listens intently, absorbing every detail.

Bhishma thoughtfully says, "I see. So Gandhari knows the truth. And now Kunti has found out the truth that Aditya is Karna?"

Pandu nods. "Yes, Tatshree. We must speak with her."

They approach the hut where Kunti is weeping. Pandu kneels beside her, trying to console her.

Pandu, gently placing a hand on her, says, "Kunti, please listen to me. I didn't tell you everything because I couldn't take Karna away from my Jyesth Bhrata and Bhabhi Shree. He is their son now."

Kunti, sobbing, her voice filled with pain, asks, "Arya, I understand why you didn't tell me, but it doesn't take away the fact that Karna is my son. How could you hide this from me?"

Pandu, sighing, his voice soft and filled with empathy, says, "Kunti, you gave birth to Karna, that is true. But you also abandoned him. Gandhari Bhabhi Shree accepted him wholeheartedly, and Suryadev blessed her. How could I separate Karna from her?"

Kunti, desperately, says, "But Arya, why did you keep my son away from me? I am his mother too. Why separate a mother from her child?"

Pandu, struggling to find words, understanding her pain, says, "Kunti, Gandhari Bhabhi has every right on Karna, more than you. I DID WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT. I could never take Karna away from Bhabhi Ma and bring him to you as your son."

Kunti, pleading, tears streaming down her face, says, "Arya, please. He is my son. I made a mistake, a grave sin, by abandoning him. But... I carried him for nine months. All these years, I have regretted every moment. And now, when I know where he is, I cannot claim him? Why, Arya? Why?"

Pandu, silent, unable to answer her, his heart heavy with guilt and understanding her pain, thinks, "DID I DO THE RIGHT THING?"

Bhishma, who has been watching everything, finally steps forward, his voice filled with calm wisdom, says, "Putri, may I say something?"

Kunti, looking at Bhishma, nods through her tears, says, "Yes, Tatshree."

Bhishma softly says, "Once, my mother, Devi Ganga, told me that she would give Karna to Radha and Adhirath, my charioteer if Dhritarashtra and Gandhari had not accepted Karna. She said if Radha and Adhirath, a Suta couple, had adopted Karna, he would have lived a life full of difficulties, making choices that were both unforgiving and unforgettable."

Kunti, shocked, whispers, "What!?"

Bhishma gently adds, "Are you not happy that Karna is raised as a Rajkumar of Hastinapur, as Yuvraj, loved and cherished by everyone? Would you be happy if Karna had a life full of thorns?"

Kunti, shaking her head, whispers, "No, Tatshree."

Bhishma nods. "Then you should be happy that Gandhari accepted Karna. Because of her, Karna is the eldest son of Kuruvansh. In different circumstances, no one might have accepted Karna or given him the position or respect he deserves. But now, he has all that. You should be happy for that."

Pandu then gently reminds her, "Kunti, do you remember the question you asked me during your swayamwar?-If one commits a grave mistake in their past, a mistake that haunts them and brings them great sorrow, what is the path to redemption and inner peace?"

Kunti nods, her voice soft. "Yes, Arya. I remember."

Pandu continues, "And do you remember my answer?"

Kunti, listening intently, nods, saying she remembers, tears streaming down her face, understanding slowly dawning on her.

Pandu softly, trying to make Kunti understand, "Kunti, you took the first step by accepting your mistake and telling me the truth about giving birth to Karna and abandoning him.... But now, it is time for the next step. - True redemption involves seeking forgiveness from those who were wronged and taking tangible steps to rectify the harm caused. - If you truly want forgiveness and redemption, you must accept what has happened and, until Karna finds out the truth and forgives you and accepts you... let Gandhari Bhabhi shree be Karna's mother, while you remain as his Choti Ma."

Kunti, sobbing softly, nodding, says. "Tatshree, Arya...I am happy that my son is safe and loved. I can see how much Arya loves Karna, how Gandhari Jiji cherishes him, and how the family adores him."

Kunti, sobbing, her heart heavy with pain but understanding, asks, "But Karna is also my son, right? Arya, if even after knowing everything, everyone is trying to hide the truth... Will he... Will Karna ever find out that.... I am the one who gave birth to him?... That... That I abandoned him?"

The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of Kunti's realization. Pandu and Bhishma stand beside her, offering support as she grapples with the truth.

Pandu, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, says, "Kunti, I tried to shield you from the harsh truths for as long as I could. But as you see, the truth always finds its way out. Karna will discover the truth eventually too. Only when he forgives you will you truly be able to call yourself his mother."

Hearing this, Kunti crying softly says, "Arya... I was curious to test the mantra.... I never wanted or desired a child... before.... even before Karna was born....I.... I decided to abandon him.... Arya? Will he..... will he ever forgive me?... If Karna finds out the truth..... will he accept me as his mother?.... Do I... DO I DESERVE TO BE HIS MOTHER?" Her voice, stuttering, revealing her fear.

Pandu, understanding Kunti's turmoil, says, "Kunti, I do not know what the future holds or what Karna will do if he finds out the truth. As far as I know Karna, he is really mature. I am sure he will understand your situation and forgive you, so be strong."

Kunti with a deep, sorrowful breath "I will accept the truth. I HAVE WRONGED KARNA BY ABANDONING HIM. UNTIL HE FORGIVES ME, I WILL REMAIN HIS CHOTI MA. I WILL SEEK HIS FORGIVENESS AND STRIVE TO MAKE AMENDS."

Kunti pauses and then continues, with a mixture of resolve and sadness "I WILL CHERISH EVERY MOMENT I CAN BE A PART OF HIS LIFE, EVEN IF IT IS NOT AS HIS MOTHER. MY HEART WILL ALWAYS HOLD HIM DEAR."

Bhishma, with a reassuring smile, says, "Putri, True redemption comes from a place of humility and acceptance. You have chosen a path that reflects strength and sincerity. I am sure karna will forgive you, and the day truth comes out I am sure evryone will understand and I will stand by your and Gandhari's side."

Kunti, nodding, wiping her tears in her eyes, says, "Thank you, Arya. Thank you, Tatshree. THIS IS MY PATH TO REDEMPTION AND SELF-PUNISHMENT. UNTIL KARNA FORGIVES ME, I WILL REMAIN HIS CHOTI MA, SEEKING FORGIVENESS AND STRIVING TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT. I will hold onto that moment when truth will come out and work towards earning his forgiveness, even if it means remaining in the shadows of his life."

Pandu, holding her hand, his voice filled with compassion, says, "We will face this together, Kunti. You are not alone. We will find a way to make things right, for Karna. Let us take this one step at a time."

After Kunti's heartfelt resolve, Bhishma took his leave, and Pandu walked him out.

Outside the hut, Bhishma and Pandu were about to part ways. Bhishma paused and turned to Pandu.

"Karna wants to meet you," Bhishma said. "What should I tell him? Should I bring him?"

Pandu, hearing this, looked down, thinking deeply about his response.

Bhishma continued, "Whoever this Vritrasura is, he is powerful. For now, as Mata suggested, we have hidden Karna's identity."

Bhishma placed a reassuring hand on Pandu's shoulder and said, "PANDU, YOU SHOULD COME BACK..."

Pandu looked up at Bhishma. "Tatshree, JUST GIVE ME SOME TIME... I WILL COME BACK.... But for now, you are there for Karna. I am sure you will protect him until I return."

Bhishma nodded. "Fine then, I will tell Karna that you promised you will be back. Do not break your promise."

Pandu smiled and nodded.

After Bhishma and Pandu had left, Madri, who had been quietly observing from a corner while holding baby Yudhishthir, approached Kunti. She had not wanted to interrupt the emotional moment but now felt it was time to offer comfort.

"Jiji," Madri said gently, placing a comforting hand on Kunti's shoulder, "I am sure everything will be fine. Even if I were in your place, I would have done the same thing, fearing society's judgment. I am certain that Putra Karna will understand your mistake."

Kunti, wiping her tears, looked up at Madri. A small smile appeared on her face as she appreciated Madri's support.

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As Karna lay unconscious,....

He was drawn into a vivid vision.

He found himself in a garden where the sky suddenly darkened, with ominous clouds swirling. An unusual storm raged, shaking the earth and casting a shadow over the land. The weather had turned turbulent, signaling a disturbance in the natural order.

The animals exhibited erratic behavior: jackals howled mournfully, and other animals were in disarray.

The vision then shifted to a scene...

Vidur, standing among the other royals, spoke with grave concern. "The signs are unmistakable. The sky darkens, the storm rages, and the creatures of the forest are in disarray. Such omens are not to be ignored. THIS CHILD, BORN UNDER SUCH DIRE CIRCUMSTANCES, IS A BAD OMEN."

Bhishma, standing beside Vidur, nodded gravely, reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

Bhishma, agreeing, said, "VIDUR IS RIGHT. The disturbances in nature and the strange behavior of animals are not mere coincidences. They indicate that this child's presence will bring about significant strife and conflict. We must heed these warnings."

Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, holding their newborn son, stood amidst the turmoil.

Gandhari, with tears streaming down her face, held the baby close to her heart, her grief palpable.

As the storm continued to rage....

The vision suddenly began to fade.

Karna's consciousness returned, and HE AWOKE WITH A START.

Looking around, Karna saw his surroundings and noticed his dear friend Ashwathama by his side as always, watching him with concern.

The vision's impact was fresh in his mind, and a sense of urgency gripped him. Karna jumped up and rushed to the place where the 100 pots were stored.

Ashwathama, noticing Karna's sudden movement, hurried after him.

Karna, with Ashwathama by his side, rushed to the place where the 100 pots were kept, his mind filled with the urgency of his vision.

As they reached the location, Karna quickly placed his hand on one of the pots, feeling its surface. Seeing that everything appeared normal, he let out a breath of relief.

As Karna turned to head back, he saw Ashwathama standing nearby. The concern in Ashwathama's eyes was evident.

Ashwathama simply asked, "Again?"

Karna NODDED with a sigh. 😔

No more words were needed between the two friends, Ashwathama understood Karna's unspoken fear and that Karna had another foreboding glimpse of the future.

They headed back to the room. Ashwathama said gently, "Sleep now. We will talk tomorrow."

Karna nodded, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He lay down and closed his eyes, hoping for a peaceful night. However, the vision haunted him relentlessly.

Throughout the night, Karna was plagued by vivid nightmares. He relived the storm, the darkened sky, and the turmoil of the animals. The images of Vidur's grave warnings and Gandhari's tearful embrace of the newborn kept replaying in his mind.

Sleep eluded him as he tossed and turned, the ominous signs and prophetic declarations of his vision filling his dreams with a sense of dread and helplessness.

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The next day, Karna and Ashwathama attended the Suryapuja and later visited Radha Ma's house. After a satisfying breakfast, they made their way to the riverbank, where they saw Shon playing with some children.

Karna sat beside Ashwathama, watching the innocent play and laughter. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he spoke, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Ashwa... I don't want to see these visions anymore," Karna said, his voice cracking.

"All I ever see are terrible things-first Mata in pain, then Chote Pitashree's curse, Ekalavya being rejected and cutting his thumb as guru dakshina. And now, my brother is being called a bad omen right after his birth."

He paused, struggling to hold back his sobs. "I feel like I'm trapped in a future I cannot escape. I don't want to see the future anymore. I don't want to know what's coming. It's too much. I JUST WANT TO LIVE IN THE PRESENT, WITHOUT THE BURDEN OF KNOWING WHAT'S TO COME."

Ashwathama listened quietly, his own heart aching for his friend. He understood the weight of Karna's fears and the emotional toll these visions were taking on him.

Karna's tears flowed freely as he struggled with the weight of his visions. HIS YOUNG HEART ACHED WITH THE BURDEN OF KNOWING SO MUCH ABOUT THE FUTURE, YET FEELING HELPLESS TO CHANGE IT.

Then Ashwathama said, "Well, what you saw about Mata Gandhari never happened..... We decided to bring back Maharaj Pandu..... We already had a plan for Ekalavya..... And I am sure we can stop this as well.....

And did you forget what Gurudev(Rishi Durvasa) said? SOMETIMES A CHANGE IS BETTER THAN PREVENTION. SO EVEN IF WE CANNOT CHANGE SOMETHING I AM SURE WE WILL DO SOMETHING BETTER."

Karna looked at Ashwathama, confused but understanding what his friend meant.

Ashwathama looked at Karna and saw him looking back in confusion. "WHAT? MY FRIEND IS NOT WEAK!!! SO JUST CRY AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, AND WHEN YOU ARE DONE CRYING, WE WILL THINK OF WHAT TO DO NEXT."

Hearing Ashwathama's words, Karna's tears continued to flow. He leaned his head on Ashwathama's shoulder for comfort.

After a while, Ashwathama noticed Radha Ma approaching.

Without a warning, Ashwathama pushed Karna into the river.

Karna, startled and drenched from head to toe, glared at Ashwathama, who was looking at him with an innocent expression.

Ashwathama smiled mischievously. "I saw Radha Ma coming. If she sees you crying, she's going to scold me. And your face is covered with tears, so to cover that up, I had to do this."

Karna extended his hand, asking for help.

Ashwathama backed away, saying, "Karna, I remember what I did to you at the ashram, and I'm not falling for my own trick."

Karna smiled and said, "Ashwa, how did you think I wouldn't know that you'd avoid falling?"

Ashwathama, confused, did not understand Karna's comment.

Then Karna shouted, "Chirayu!!!"

Suddenly, Chirayu, the white eagle, appeared and gave Ashwathama a push from behind, making him lose his balance and fall into the river.

As Ashwathama struggled in the water, he muttered with annoyance, "Stupid Chirayu, always after me. And Karna didn't even say anything; still, Chirayu pushed me into the water. It's like he was waiting for a chance."

Chirayu began to peck at Ashwathama's head, as if aware of the bad words being spoken about him.

Ashwathama tried to swat the bird away, not wanting to lose his hair to the persistent pecking.

By this time, Karna had managed to get out of the water, and Ashwathama followed, both of them now drenched.

They decided to return to the palace before Radha Ma could see them.

Karna told Shon not to mention their drenched state to Radha Ma and just to say they had returned to the palace. Shon agreed without hesitation.

Upon reaching the palace, they saw Bhishma had returned after visiting Pandu. Karna approached Bhishma eagerly.

Bhishma said to Karna, "Putra Karna, Pandu has promised to come back soon."

Hearing this, Karna was visibly relieved and happy. Bhishma then took his leave.

Ashwathama turned to Karna and said, "See, we already prevented two events."

Karna smiled and nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope.

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2 YEARS LATER...

Andhaka Van...

Vritrasura glared at Jarasandha, his eyes burning with anger. "You have failed me, Jarasandha. Almost Nine years, and you haven't delivered even one of the children from the prophecy. Explain yourself!"

Jarasandha knew exactly where Karna was but revealing this to Vritrasura would strip him of his only leverage.

Fear gnawed at him-if Vritrasura discovered that he had been withholding information, his fate would be sealed. Yet, hiding the truth entirely would be equally perilous. Thus, he chose a middle path, revealing just enough to appease Vritrasura's wrath without losing his advantage.

Jarasandha bowed, trying to hide his fear. "Vritrasura, I tried to find the children and I have heard rumors of a child in Hastinapur, someone who is a Suryaputra, with divine Kavach and Kundals."

Vritrasura's eyes lit up with a sinister smile. "Really? So you found one! Is he dead? What are you doing here?? GO!! BRING HIM TO ME NOW!"

Jarasandha gulped and said, "I just heard rumors. I don't know where exactly he is in Hastinapur."

Vritrasura's face twisted with rage. In an instant, he lunged forward and grabbed Jarasandha by the neck, lifting him off the ground.

"Do you take me for a fool? If you know that the Suryaputra is in Hastinapur, then search the entire city for him and bring him to me now!"

Struggling to breathe, Jarasandha managed to speak, "I cannot just attack or do whatever I want. Hastinapur is protected by Gangaputra Bhishma. He is no ordinary warrior and has a boon of icha mrityu (death at will). I cannot go against him."

Vritrasura's grip tightened for a moment before he slowly released Jarasandha. "Ganga Putra Bhishma?" he sneered.

"Someone with a boon. Do you think I fear him? He may have icha mrityu, but that does not make him invincible. It simply means he can choose when to die. And that means I can make him wish for death or even worse."

Jarasandha, still rubbing his neck, took a cautious step back. He did not want to let go of the only advantage he had against Vritrasura, so he risked everything by playing innocent.

Over the past two years, he had tried multiple times to kidnap Karna. He had sent his men, masked and disguised, to attack and abduct the boy. He had even ordered some of the people sent by Vritrasura for assistance to do his bidding. But every time they approached Karna, Vritrasura's spell over them was broken.

Bhishma stood as an impenetrable shield between any threat and Karna. With his keen senses and unparalleled combat skills, Bhishma thwarted every attempt made to harm Karna. Bhishma's presence alone was a formidable deterrent, ensuring that no one could even come close to Karna without facing his wrath.

Vritrasura's eyes narrowed. "Jarasandha, if I find out that you are plotting against me, then..."

Jarasandha immediately interjected, "I cannot do anything alone. I need help. Please trust me, I will search the entire Hastinapur and bring that child to you..."

Vritrasura, although suspicious, decided to give Jarasandha one last chance. "Then take the Asuras with you and bring that Suryaputra to me. Fail me again, and no one, not even a Dev Putra, will be able to save you from my wrath."

Jarasandha hesitated before speaking. "Vritrasura, you may have been the king of Asura Lok before you were imprisoned, but now you are just a myth. Everyone has forgotten you. You are like a dark tale no one would dare talk about."

Vritrasura's fury erupted. "A myth? Forgotten me?" Then he remembered the Trimurti's words when he was imprisoned.

He asked, "Speak clearly, Jarasandha. What are you trying to say?"

Jarasandha said, "No Asura would help me upon hearing your name. No one even believes me when I speak of you. You always stay here in this palace in Andhaka Van hiding..."

Gritting his teeth, Vritrasura said, "It looks like the Asuras need a reminder of who their true king is. I will take back my throne and show them who I truly am. IT IS TIME FOR EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I AM BACK."

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Vritrasura stood at the entrance of Asura Lok, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. The dark palace loomed ahead, a symbol of power and defiance. He had returned to reclaim what was rightfully his.

The ominous gates opened with a resounding creak as Vritrasura stepped inside with Jarasandha behind him.

As Vritrasura approached the entrance, a group of Asura guards blocked his path. Their leader, a towering figure with menacing horns, sneered. "Who dares to enter the realm of the Asuras without permission?"

Vritrasura's eyes gleamed with an unholy light. "I am Vritrasura, your true King, returned to reclaim my throne."

The Asura general laughed, a sound devoid of mirth. "You? Vritrasura? The one who vanished ages ago? You are not our king now, and we bow to no one, especially to you."

A dark, menacing smile crept accross Vritrasura's face. "Then allow me to remind you of your place."

In a blur of motion, he launched himself at the general. The Asura barely had time to react before Vritrasura's hand gripped his throat. With a casual flick, the general was hurled through the air, crashing into the palace walls with bone-crushing force.

The other guards, stunned by the display of raw power, hesitated.

Seizing the moment, Vritrasura's form seemed to blur, splitting into multiple images, each attacking with relentless precision. It was as if the very shadows had come alive, striking with deadly accuracy. The guards fell, one by one, unable to withstand the onslaught. Vritrasura's mastery of illusions confused and disoriented his foes.

Despite their numbers, the Asuras were no match for Vritrasura. His strength was unparalleled, even the mightiest of Asura's fell before him.

Vritrasura's wounds healed almost instantaneously, his body regenerating faster than the Asura's could inflict damage. The sheer endurance and resilience he displayed were beyond their comprehension.

Amid the chaos, Vritrasura's eyes locked onto a particularly defiant Asura, the same general who laughed at him.

With a gesture, Vritrasura's hand glowed with a sinister light, and the general's expression changed from determination to terror.

The Asura general dropped his weapon and fell to his knees, compelled by an unseen force to obey Vritrasura's command.

Suddenly, the present King of Asura Lok, Dakshara, and his son - DAKSHA, THE YOUNG PRINCE Of ASURA LOK, arrived with a group of elite Asuras, their faces set with grim determination.

DAKSHA, ONLY SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. Yet brimming with resolve, called out to Vritrasura, his voice echoing through the hall, "Vritrasura, we will not bow to you. We will fight to the end!"

With a mighty roar, Vritrasura unleashed the Agneyastra, sending a torrent of flames surging towards his challengers. The intense heat seated the air, causing the Asura's to retreat in fear.

As the Asuras attempted to regroup, Vritrasura was unyielding. He invoked the Nagpasha, summoning serpents. These serpents swiftly coiled around the Asuras, ensnaring them in their constricting grasp. The Asuras struggled in vain as the Nagpasha tightened its hold, their movements severely restricted and their efforts to break free thwarted by the serpents' unrelenting force.

As the battle raged on, dark clouds gathered. Thunder roared and rain poured down, obscuring the battlefield in a deluge.

Whenever Vritrasura felt fear from someone he just fought, he made them fall to their knees, kneeling before him.

Seeing the Asuras fall, the remaining Asura's and Asura King Dakshara were driven to desperation.

But Daksha, still determined, attempted to step forward to confront Vritrasura.

However, Dakshara, with a firm grip, held his son's hand and shook his head, signaling him to not do anything.

Daksha, with his fists clenched in frustration, looked up at his father. "Pitashree, you have told me stories about him," he said, looking at Vritrasura. "You always taught me to follow dharma and righteousness. Why are you stopping me now? I want to protect our people and do what is right."

Dakshara's eyes softened as he replied, "Putra, never take decisions in haste. Vritrasura is someone we cannot stop. His presence here means that Mahadev's ansh is born."

Daksa's eyes widened in curiosity and respect. "Mahadev's ansh? My aradhya's ansh. But-"

His father interrupted gently, "Not here, Daksha. There is much for you to know, but not in the midst of this chaos. I will tell you about it later "

In a final, defiant move, Vritrasura raised his hand, and the earth trembled. The skies darkened further as he invoked the BRAHMASTRA.

As Vritrasura invoked the BRAHMASTRA, THE VERY ATMOSPHERE SEEMED TO CHANGE. THE SKY OUTSIDE DARKENED, AND A CHILL SWEPT THROUGH THE LAND. ANIMALS HOWLED IN DISARRAY, AND THE GROUND TREMBLED BENEATH THEIR FEET.

"Do you wish to see the end of our race?" Vritrasura's voice was a thunderous roar. "This weapon will bring destruction upon everyone, if you continue to defy me."

Jarasandha, standing at a safe distance, watching in awe and fear. The scene before him was a testament to Vritrasura's might, a reminder of why he had agreed to serve him.

The Asuras had no choice but to submit, their will broken by the overwhelming force they faced.

"Stop!" cried Daksha, his voice firm and authoritative. "We surrender, Vritrasura. Spare us, and we will follow you."

As Daksha boldly declared their surrender, Vritrasura lowered his hand, the ominous glow of the Brahmastra fading.

Vritrasura looked at the young Asura Prince with interest. Here was a boy merely sixteen years old, speaking with such authority and courage. Vritrasura was momentarily impressed by the boy's bravery and saw potential in him.

Vritrasura decided to test the young prince's bravery. Using his powers, he tried to exert control over Daksha, but to his surprise, he found himself unable to influence the child.

Vritrasura observed Daksha more closely and realized that this young Asura Prince harboured neither evil nor fear in his heart, - A Quality Rare In Their World - A Quality He Had Only Seen In ONE PERSON - HIS MOTHER.

The thought of his mother, brought a pang of sorrow, As he remembered her curse and the suffering she endured, because of her absence in his life, he had transformed from Vritra to Vritrasura.

For a moment, Vritrasura gaze softened, and he saw in Daksha something that mirrored his own past - a reflection of what he might have become had his path not been marred by vengeance and bitterness.

The fleeting moment of reflection was quickly overtaken by the steely resolve of his present self.

Vritrasura stood tall, his victory complete.

"You have made the right choice. Remember this day, for it is the day I reclaimed what is rightfully mine. Serve me well, and you shall prosper. Defy me and face my wrath." Vritrasura said, his voice echoing with authority.

Vritrasura, his dominance reasserted, turned to his new subjects and proclaimed, "Remember this day, and remember your place. For I am Vritrasura, and I am your King."

The Asuras rose, their eyes filled with fear. They had witnessed the true extent of Vritrasura's power, and they knew they could not oppose him.

As Vritrasura ascended to his throne, he knew that his reign had only just begun, and the world would tremble before him.

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While Vritrasura was waging his fierce battle in Asura Lok, many things were unfolding elsewhere.

In Hastinapur -

Karna sat in the garden, a parchment spread out before him, deep in thought.

Ashwathama broke the silence. "Karna, what do you think of the name 'Dus-shaha' for your brother?" he asked, suggesting one.

Karna shook his head. "No, Ashwa. I want my brother's name to mean something good so that no one can ever call him a bad omen."

Just then, a mysterious figure stepped into the garden.

"What about 'Suyodhana'?" the figure suggested.

Karna looked up, curiosity piqued. He wanted to ask who this person was, but instead, he inquired, "What is the meaning of the name Suyodhana?"

The figure smiled kindly. "Su means good, and yodhana means warrior. So... Suyodhana means 'a virtuous warrior' or 'one who fights excellently.'"

A wide smile spread across Karna's face. He liked the name instantly and wrote it down on the parchment.

Karna turned to the mysterious figure and asked, "By the way, you didn't say who you are. What is your name?"

The figure smiled gently. "Oh, I have many names."

Karna's curiosity grew. "How many? Tell me."

The figure responded, "I am known as Shankara, Pashupati, Maheshwara, and Shambhu, among others."

Karna nodded, considering the many names. "So many names. And you seem like my father's age, so I cannot disrespect you by calling your name."

Karna thought for a moment and then said, "I will call you Mitra(friend)."

The figure, Mahadev, smiled back, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious light. "Mitra it is."

Then Karna asked, "Mitra, can you suggest other names as well for my ninety-nine brothers and one sister?"

Mahadev nodded.

As they spoke, the sky suddenly darkened, and the air grew tense. The distant howls of jackals and the unsettling cries of other animals filled the air, mirroring bad omens.

Karna looked at the sky, RECALLING THE VISION WHICH HE SAW 2 YEARS AGO, HE STOOD IN THE GARDEN, WITNESSING A SIMILAR SCENE.

Mahadev glanced at the sky and then turned to Karna, his eyes reflecting ancient knowledge.

"Putra Karna," he began cryptically, "sometimes, when people see these changes in the climate and hear the sounds of animals, they misunderstand them as bad omens. But who knows, perhaps somewhere something has happened to cause this. The universe is vast, and its workings are beyond our comprehension."

Mahadev continued, "CALLING A NEWBORN CHILD A BAD OMEN BASED ON THESE SIGNS IS A GRAVE SIN. A CHILD, INNOCENT AND PURE, CANNOT BRING MISFORTUNE. IT IS THE ACTIONS AND HEART OF A PERSON THAT DEFINE THEIR DESTINY, NOT THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF THEIR BIRTH."

Karna listened intently to Mahadev's words.

Then Mahadev said to Karna, "You should go, your brother SUYODHANA is born."

Hearing this, Karna's eyes widened, and he ran to his baby brother.

Ashwathama, seeing Karna run, also prepared to follow but was stopped by Mahadev. "Ashwathama, where are you going?"

Ashwathama immediately responded, "Karna needs me-his vision-"

Ashwa stopped himself from saying anything, closing his mouth with his hands, unsure of whether to trust the mysterious figure.

Ashwathama then asked, "Wait, how do you know my name? I never told you."

Mahadev just smiled and said, "Sit down, your friend asked me to provide names for his ninety-nine brothers and sister. So, write them down."

Ashwathama, feeling compelled to stay, sat down as Mahadev began reciting names. Ashwathama wrote them diligently.

Once it was done, Mahadev said, "Ashwathama, always be by Karna's side. I am sure you both together can stop the war between brothers."

Ashwathama, confused, asked, "What? War? What are you saying? I don't understand."

Mahadev smiled cryptically. "Karna's visions... What he saw or will see... They are not just glimpses of the future. I am sure you both will figure out what they mean and why Karna can see them."

Ashwathama, still puzzled, asked, "How do you know that Mitra Karna can see the future? If you know something, please tell me. I want to help my friend."

Mahadev's eyes twinkled with ancient wisdom. "Karna made the right choice in choosing you. I am sure you both can change Duryodhana to Suyodhana."

With that, Mahadev left, leaving Ashwathama thinking deeply about what had been said. The words echoed in his mind, hinting at deeper truths and responsibilities that he would need to unravel in the days to come.

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In the Forest - with Pandu

In the dense forest, the air was filled with both anticipation and tension. Kunti, having already given birth to Yudhishthira, was now in labor again.

Pandu, eager for a second child, asked Kunti to invoke Vayu Dev using her boon. Nine months prior, Kunti had called upon Vayu Dev, who had blessed them with the promise of a child.

Now, the moment had arrived. With divine grace, Bhima was born, his powerful cries resonating through the forest, signifying the strength and vigor bestowed upon him by the Wind God.

Simultaneously, In Hastinapur -

The royal household buzzed with the birth of Duryodhana. As the infant prince was born.

Vidur, observing the ominous signs surrounding the event, proclaimed that Duryodhana was a bad omen.

Rumors quickly spread throughout the palace and Hastinapur, casting a shadow over the newborn's future.

Despite Bhima's birth occurring at the same time and being equally significant, it was Duryodhana who was marked by ill omens in the eyes of many.

While Bhima's arrival was celebrated with the blessings of Vayu Dev, Duryodhana's birth was overshadowed by foreboding prophecies and unsettling signs, leading to widespread belief in his inauspicious fate.

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As Karna approached, he overheard people gossiping about the newborn baby is named Duryodhana because he is a bad omen due to the strange weather and animal sounds during his birth.

Anger surged within Karna, but he recalled the wise words of the Mahadev.

Determined to protect his brother, he hurried towards the chamber where Dhritarashtra and Gandhari holding his newborn brother, their faces shadowed with concern.

Vidur and Bhishma stood nearby, their expressions grave.

Sakuni, trying to console his distressed sister, spoke with anger in his voice. "MAHAMANTRI VIDUR, MAHAMAHIM BHISHMA, HOW CAN YOU SUGGEST HARMING A NEWBORN BECAUSE OF SOME FOOLISH SIGNS?"

Karna heard Sakuni's words and, without hesitation, he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fierce determination.

"Mahamantri Vidur," Karna began, his voice strong and unwavering, "I refuse to accept anyone calling my brother a bad omen. The circumstances of one's birth do not determine their destiny. It is their actions and character that shape their future."

He turned to his parents, Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, his gaze softening momentarily before returning to Vidur with fierce resolve. "MY BROTHER'S NAME WILL BE SUYODHANA, and as long as I am here, no one shall harm him or speak ill of him. If anyone dares to label him as a bad omen or bring harm upon him, they will have to face me first."

Karna's divine kavach shimmered, casting an ethereal light across the room. "I STAND HERE AS MY BROTHER'S SHIELD, AND ANYONE WHO DARES TO HARM HIM MUST FIRST GO THROUGH ME."

Vidur, taken aback by Karna's fierce declaration, looked at him with surprise.

Everyone present in the room are silent, absorbing the intensity of the moment.

Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, were happy by Karna's words, they felt a renewed sense of hope and reassurance.

Gandhari tightened her grip on Suyodhana, feeling the strength of Karna's resolve.

Vidur, his tone softening but still firm, replied, "Putra Karna, my concerns stem from the omens that accompanied DURYODHANA'S birth. These are matters we cannot ignore lightly."

Karna stepped forward, his kavach blazing even more fiercely. "MAHAMANTRI VIDUR, MY BROTHER'S NAME IS SUYODHANA, REMEMBER THAT. And the omens you speak of, they do not define a person's worth or fate. My brother will be judged by his deeds, not by the whims of fate at his birth. To condemn an innocent child based on omens is a sin."

Karna, his kavach gradually dimming but his resolve unshaken. "I shall ensure that my brother Suyodhana grows to be a leader worthy of our kingdom, judged by his deeds and not the omens of his birth."

Turning to the gathered assembly, Karna's voice rang out with authority,

"Make an announcement throughout the kingdom. I, Yuvraj of Hastinapur, Dhritarashtra Putra, and Gandhari Nandan, will not forgive anyone who calls my brother a bad omen. If I hear even a rumor or anyone calling my brother a bad omen, they will face severe punishment. Let it be clear that my brother is not a bad omen."

The people of Hastinapur and the royal family will now understand the strength of the bond between the brothers and the unwavering support that Karna promised to Suyodhana.

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