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MATHURA - FLASHBACK

In the prosperous kingdom of Mathura, there lived a powerful and ambitious prince named Kamsa. Born to King Ugrasena and Queen Padmavati, Kamsa was raised in the lap of luxury.

But Kamsa's ambitions went far beyond the comforts of his royal life. He wanted to become the undisputed ruler of Mathura, and he was willing to do anything to achieve his goal - even defy the gods.

On the advice of his confidantes, Banasura and Narakasura, Kamsa overthrew his father. He seized the throne and declared himself as the new King of Mathura.

With the guidance of another advisor, Chanura, Kamsa strengthened his position further by marrying Asti and Prapti, the daughters of Jarasandha, King of Magadha.

DEVAKI, Kamsa's cousin sister, was a gentle soul loved by the people of Mathura. When she married VASUDEVA, a respected leader of the Vrishni clan, the people saw their union as a blessing.

Despite his ambitions, Kamsa had always cared deeply for his sister. He took it upon himself to personally drive the chariot that carried Devaki and Vasudeva to their new home on their wedding day.

But as the festivities continued, the sky darkened, and a celestial voice echoed from above. The voice spoke a prophecy that would forever change Kamsa's life..

"KAMSA, BEWARE! THE EIGHTH SON BORN TO DEVAKI SHALL BE YOUR DEATH."

The prophecy struck Kamsa like a bolt of lightning. For the first time in his life, fear took root in his heart. His mind, was consumed by a single, terrifying thought - the prophecy. And the very sister he loved was destined to be the mother of his doom.

Consumed by panic and rage, Kamsa turned on Devaki, raising his sword to kill her. But Vasudeva, quickly, threw himself between them, pleading for her life. Desperate to save his wife, Vasudeva made a vow - he would deliver every child born to them into Kamsa's hands.

Reluctantly, Kamsa spared Devaki's life but threw both her and Vasudeva into a dark, guarded prison. Days turned into months, and months into years. Inside that cold, lonely prison, Devaki gave birth to her children. One by one, they were cruelly snatched away from her by Kamsa's hands and killed before they could even take their first breath.

While Kamsa's fear and madness grew, fate had its own plans. While all previous sons of Devaki were killed, THE SEVENTH SON - BALARAMA - WAS MIRACULOUSLY SAVED.

BY THE DIVINE WILL OF LORD VISHNU, BALARAMA WAS MIRACULOUSLY TRANSFERRED FROM DEVAKI'S WOMB TO THAT OF ROHINI, VASUDEVA'S OTHER WIFE, WHO WAS LIVING SAFELY IN GOKUL AT THE HOME OF NANDA, VASUDEVA'S COUSIN.

Rohini gave birth to Balarama in Gokul, far from Kamsa's reach.

No matter how many innocents he killed, Kamsa could not escape his fate. THE EIGHTH CHILD - THE DIVINE AVATAR OF LORD VISHNU, THE ONE DESTINED TO END HIS TYRANNY - WAS SOON TO BE BORN.

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PRESENT - VAIKUNTHA

In the peaceful and eternal abode of Vaikuntha, Lord Vishnu stood with his divine consort, Devi Lakshmi. Beside them, were Lord Mahadev and Devi Parvati, their divine presence calm yet filled with immense power.

As the four deities gathered, Lord Vishnu's gaze turned toward the world below - to Mathura and Ayodhya as well, where darkness had begun to loom over the two Kingdoms.

Devi Lakshmi, noticing the concern in her husband's eyes, spoke gently, "Swamy, the time has come, hasn't it?"

With a smile, Lord Vishnu nodded, "Yes, Priye. The time has come for me to take my avatar as Sri Krishna," he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of destiny. "The balance of dharma is at stake. Mathura suffers under the cruel hands of Kamsa, and Ayodhya will soon face the wrath of Vritrasura."

Devi Lakshmi and Devi Parvati exchanged worried glances. Together, with motherly concern, they asked, "What of Ayodhya? And Aaradhya?..."

Lord Vishnu smiled reassuringly at his beloved wife and dear sister, "Vritrasura cannot touch her." He said confidently.

"Because she is already under my protection. But..." His voice lowered as he continued. "Sadly, someone else will take her place."

A profound silence followed as Mahadev added, "BECAUSE OF KARNA.... HE IS CHANGING EVERYTHING.... And now a larger design has come into motion - one that even we cannot change. The wheel of fate is turning, and everything will happen in its own time as it is meant to."

With that declaration, a divine aura surrounded the four deities, signaling that the time for Lord Vishnu's descent into the mortal realm was near. The universe seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the birth of SRI KRISHNA - WHO WOULD RESHAPE AN ALREADY CHANGING DESTINY.

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KRISHNA'S BIRTH

In the cold, dark prison of Mathura, flickering torches cast shadows on the walls.

Devaki lay shackled and bound on the hard stone floor. Though her body was worn from the years of suffering, her spirit remained strong. Beside her sat Vasudeva, his wrists and ankles locked in heavy iron chains.

The silence and harshness of their surroundings, the cold stone walls of the prison, had become all too familiar to them. Yet, despite their torment, a glimmer of hope still flickered within their hearts.

The world outside the prison was still and silent, as if awaiting for something extraordinary that was about to happen.

IT WAS THE NIGHT OF THE ASHTAMI TITHI, THE EIGHTH DAY OF THE HOLY MONTH OF SHRAVANA, DURING THE DARK PHASE OF THE MOON. THE STARS ALIGNED MARKING THE AUSPICIOUS MOMENT UNDER ROHINI NAKSHATRA.

As midnight approached, the celestial moment arrived and the entire universe aligned to witness this event.

AT THAT SACRED MOMENT, DEVAKI GAVE BIRTH TO HER EIGHTH CHILD - A BABY BOY, WHOSE COMPLEXION WAS AS DARK AND RADIANT AS A MONSOON CLOUD, HIS PRESENCE SHINING WITH DIVINE BRILLIANCE.

Suddenly, the chains that bound Vasudeva's hand and feet snapped open, as if they had become nothing more than fragile threads. The iron doors of the prison creaked open on their own. The guards stationed outside to keep watch, fell into a deep, magical sleep, unaware of the miraculous events transpiring within.

In that moment, the newborn baby revealed his divine form to his parents. With four arms, each holding the sacred symbols - the conch, the discus, the lotus, and the mace - the baby smiled at Devaki and Vasudeva.

Lord Vishnu, in his divine form and celestial voice, spoke to them. "Do not fear. I have come as your son, born into this world to destroy the wicked and restore dharma. Now, take me to Gokul, to the house of Nanda and Yashoda. I will be safe there. Yashoda has just given birth to a baby girl. Exchange us, and return with the girl. None shall know of my birth."

Then, the divine form faded away, and in its place remained an ordinary baby boy, his cries soft and sweet, as if his voice itself carried the promise of hope and salvation.

Vasudeva, wrapped the infant in a simple cloth and gently placed him in a basket. Carrying the basket on his head, he stepped out into the night.

The journey through the streets of Mathura was quiet, as if time itself has paused.

As Vasudeva reached the banks of Yamuna River, which was overflowing due to the monsoon rains, he hesitated. HOW COULD HE CROSS?

But as soon as the baby's tiny feet touched the river, a miracle occurred - the once-raging Yamuna river parted, now flowed gently on either side, making way for the man carrying the divine child to safety. Above him, Sheshnag, the great serpant, unfurled his many hoods, shielding the baby from the rain that had begun to fall gently from the heavens.

The night was calm and still, as if the universe was watching this sacred journey unfold. Not a single soul stirred as Vasudeva reached the house of Nanda and Yashoda in Gokul.

Inside, Yashoda had just given birth to a baby girl, Yogamaya, who was sleeping peacefully in her cradle.

Quietly, Vasudeva placed the baby boy beside Yashoda's sleeping form and took the newborn girl in his arms. He then made the journey back to Mathura, retracing his steps across the parted Yamuna, which returned to its natural state after his crossing.

Upon returning to the prison, Vasudeva placed the baby girl beside Devaki. As soon as he did so, the prison doors closed, and the guards awoke, unaware of the divine events that had taken place.

When Kamsa was informed that Devaki had given birth, he stormed into the prison. Expecting to find the boy who would one day be his doom, he was instead confronted by the sight of a helpless baby girl.

His eyes widened with confusion and anger. "A girl?" he shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief. "How can this be?"

Devaki, desperate to protect the child, pleaded, "Do not harm this innocent baby! Please, do not kill her!"

But Kamsa, blinded by fear and rage, seized the baby girl in his hands. Without a moment's hesitation, he threw her against the cold stone wall, determined to end the prophecy that haunted him.

But in that instant, the baby girl transformed into an eight-armed goddess, her divine presence filling the cell with blinding light. Her voice thundered through the prison as she declared, "Fool, you cannot escape your fate. Your destroyer has already been born elsewhere."

With those words, the goddess ascended into the heavens, leaving Kamsa trembling in fear. He had failed. His worst fears had come to pass, and though he had tried to avert the prophecy, his doom was already set into motion.

Far away, in the peaceful village of Gokul, under the loving care of Yashoda, the divine child Krishna, ready to grow as YASHODA NANDAN.

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AYODHYA -

From the shadows of Ayodhya's bustling streets, a tall figure emerged, his appearance is a perfect example of - do not judge a book by it's cover.

Disguised as a humble Brahmin, Vritrasura stood unnoticed by those around him. He wore simple clothes, his appearance was deceptive, masking the true terror that lay beneath.

Vritrasura's patience was wearing thin. Every moment that passed without finding the children foretold in the prophecy pushed him closer to the edge of his sanity. And now, as the minutes stretched on without answers, his anger brewed like a storm, crackling beneath the surface.

"If I cannot find the two children mentioned in the prophecy.... Then the celestial daughter of Lord Vishnu, the princess of Ayodhya shall face my wrath." he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he gazed across the city.

This time, he would not fail.

A group of Brahmins and travelers had arrived at the palace seeking shelter. King Vikram and Queen Meenakshi, ever hospitable, offered them a place in a newly built ashram designed for travelers and ascetics. The Brahmins were treated with respect and care, their needs provided for during their stay in Ayodhya.

VRUSHALI, KNOWN AS AARADHYA TO SOME AND ASHRITA TO OTHERS, IS THE BELOVED PRINCESS OF AYODHYA. YET, NO MATTER THE NAME, HER ESSENCE REMAINED UNCHANGED - A FIERCE HEART CONCEALED BEHIND GENTLY EYES.

Aaradhya, unaware of the danger lurking around her, continued her carefree day. She had taken it upon herself to assist those in the ashram, her heart always inclined towards kindness and service. It was there, amidst the humble visitors, that she caught Vritrasura's eyes.

"Dear child," Vritrasura called out to her, his voice low and humble, "I am hungry. Could you help me with some food?"

Aaradhya turned to him with a warm smile, completely unaware of the malevolent force standing before her. She nodded and gesturing for him to wait and hurried to fetch a basket of fruits and water.

"Here," she said gently, offering him the food.

As she extended her hand, Vritrasura reached out, INTENDING TO TOUCH HER HAND - TO INITIATE HIS POWER THAT WOULD BIND HER TO HIS WILL. But as he touched her, a searing pain shot through his hand. His skin sizzled and burned, as if touched by a flame.

He yanked his hand back, staring at the blistered skin that had turned black in an instant. But within moments, the burn healed instantly, his skin returning to normal, thanks to his boon of healing.

Aaradhya, oblivious to his brief inner turmoil, looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked innocently her eyes full of kindness.

Vritrasura nodded hastily, hiding his frustration backing away from her. His gaze drifted to the small locket hanging around her neck. It glowed faintly with divine energy. That is why I cannot touch her, he thought bitterly. She is protected by gods.

Just as Vritrasura tried to regain his composure, a young girl came running toward Aaradhya, her face lit up with excitement. She looked no older than four, her cheeks rosy.

"Aaru Jiji !! " She called out, clinging to Aaradhya's leg.

Aaradhya smiled, bending down to ruffle the little girl's hair.

Vritrasura watch both of them, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Who is this Little one?" He asked casually masking the cold calculations running through his mind.

Aaradhya smiled proudly, placing a protective hand on the little girl's shoulder. "She is my sister," she said softly, her tone filled with love.

Vritrasura nodded, and left from there.

Aaradhya watched him go, confused. She wondered why he had left without taking the fruits she had brought him.

Just then, the little girl, tripped and scraper her knee.

Aaradhya rushed to her side, "Are you alright?" She asked, inspecting the scrape.

The little girl nodded, and asked, "Jiji who will take care of me after you leave? Please don't go."

Aaradhya replied, "Don't say that, sweetheart. I will always be there for you."

The little girl smiled at Aaradhya and hugged her saying, "I love you so much Jiji. But not more than you love me."

Aaradhya smiled, brushing away the tears from the girl's eyes. "You mean the world to me Choti," she said, using the nickname. "I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU."

Vritrasura, watching them from a distance, heard Aaradhya's words. His smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "ANYTHING FOR HER, YOU SAY?" he thought darkly.

A plan began to form in his mind, one that would twist the love between the two sisters into something he could exploit. Yes, he thought, this will work perfectly.

The Sapta Rishi's had foretold that Aaradhya would need further training and education under their guidance and that of their wives. The King and Queen of Ayodhya were advised to send Aaradhya to them, where she would receive the knowledge and skills necessary for her destined role.

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ASURA LOK - VRITRASURA'S PRISON

The dark, ominous air of Asura Lok wrapped around the young girl as she was tossed into the cold prison. Her small frame trembled as she looked up at the towering figure of Vritrasura, who stood just outside the bars, his expression unreadable.

"You will remain here," Vritrasura said, his voice low and chilling, "until I decide otherwise."

The young girl clung to the bars of her cell, her heart racing with fear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of her Aaru Jiji, who had always been her protector. How could she save her now?

Just then, Dakshara came there, he took in the sight of the young girl trapped behind the iron bars.

"Vritrasura! What have you done? How could you imprision an Innocent child like this? She has done nothing to deserve this!" Dakshara said.

Vritrasura's lips twisted into a cruel smile as he turned to face Dakshara. "You dare to question me?" He snarled, his eyes burning with anger.

"YOUR SON, DAKSHA, SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THE CONSEQUENCES BEFORE DEFYING ME AND SAVING THAT SURYAPUTRA. NOW, THIS GIRL HERE," he gestured to Vrushali's sister in the cell, "WILL SUFFER THE PUNISHMENT THAT I WITHHELD FROM YOUR SON. THIS IS THE PRICE FOR DAKSHA'S ACTIONS."

Dakshara's heart clenched as he looked at the terrified girl. His son, Daksha, had been the one to save Karna, and now this innocent girl was paying the price. Though the young girl did not fully understand the complexities of the situation, BUT, HE COULD SEE THE HATRED BEGINNING TO TAKE ROOT IN THE CHILD'S EYES, A HATRED DIRECTED AT HIS SON.

Dakshara felt a sting of guilt as he saw the tears in the girl's eyes. He refused to stand idly by.

"What Daksha did has nothing to do with her! You don't have to do this, Vritrasura," Dakshara said quietly but firmly. "Let the girl go. Leave her out of your vengeance. This will only sow more hatred, more suffering."

But Vritrasura shook his head, his face hard as stone. "SHE STAYS," he said coldly. "SHE WILL BE THE KEY TO MY GRAND PLAN, AND I WILL USE HER AGAINST THE ONE WHO I TRULY SEEK - I WILL MAKE HER MY WEAPON."

"Do not drag an innocent child into your war." Dakshara said

Vritrasura's expression turned icy as he glared at the former king. "You have no say here anymore, Dakshara," he hissed.

With that, Vritrasura turned his back on Dakshara and strode away, leaving the former king standing by the cell.

Dakshara approached the bars and looked down at the little girl.

The girl sat huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees. She glared at him with tears of anger in her eyes. "It's because of.... Daksha? He is your son.... isn't it? He's the reason I'm trapped here.... He's the reason I'm away from Aaru Jiji.... Because of him...." she whispered bitterly, her small voice echoing in the cavernous prison.

Dakshara heard her words. He knew that Vritrasura had already begun to poison the child's mind, turning her against everyone. This was precisely what he wanted - to sow the seeds of hatred and mistrust.

Dakshara knelt down beside the bars, "Listen to me, child, this is not Daksha's fault." he said gently.

"Vritrasura is using you to hurt your sister. Your sister loves you more than anything, and he will use you against her. Don't let him twist your heart and turn you against those you care for."

But the young girl only turned her head away. IN HER MIND, ALL SHE COULD THINK OF WAS - BECAUSE OF DAKSHA'S ACTIONS, SHE WAS IMPRISONED, SEPARATED FROM HER SISTER, HER BELOVED AARU JIJI.

AND THUS HER TRUST IN SOMEONE WHO SHE NEVER MET AND JUST HEARD THE NAME - DAKSHA IS SHATTERED BY THE LIES OF VRITRASURA.

Dakshara looks at the girl, his voice soft as he asked, "What is your name, child?"

The young girl hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "SAANVI"

Dakshara nodded, offering a small smile. "Saanvi, a beautiful name, one that means strength. Hold on to that."

"Saanvi," he began again, hoping to reach her through the darkness, "I know you feel betrayed right now. But Daksha never wanted this for you. He didn't know you would be caught in this web. Vritrasura has spun a dangerous lie, meant to hurt your sister. You must hold on to the truth, even when it seems impossible."

Saanvi glanced at him, her small fists clenched tightly in her lap. Her lips quivered as she tried to fight back more tears. "But... I'm scared," she whispered. "I just want Aaru Jiji... I want her to save me."

"I know, your sister will find you, Saanvi, just as you would find her if the roles were reversed. The bond you share is stronger than Vritrasura's hate. He cannot sever that. He can never take away the love you have for each other." Dakshara said gently.

Saanvi's tears began to fall again, but there was a faint flicker of hope in her eyes. Though she didn't speak, Dakshara could see his words starting to reach her.

She wiped her tears, trying to be brave as she looked up at him. Though no words came, she nodded, a small act of trust amidst the pain and confusion she felt.

Dakshara let out a sigh of relief. The path ahead would be difficult, but now there was a glimmer of hope. Vritrasura's grip on Saanvi's heart was not easily broken.

With one final look of reassurance, Dakshara stood, knowing he needed to act quickly to stop Vritrasura's twisted plans. He couldn't allow Saanvi to become a pawn in this war, and he certainly couldn't let Vritrasura's manipulation succeed.

Turning away from the prison cell, Dakshara began to formulate a plan. He would need to act with both cunning and compassion if he was going to save Saanvi and protect the fragile bonds of love and trust that Vritrasura sought to destroy.

And somewhere out there, he knew Daksha was doing everything he could to find Hiranya to stop Vritrasura.

They couldn't afford to fail - not with so much at stake.

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8 YEARS LATER.... 8 YEARS AFTER KARNA LEFT WITH SURYADEV...

Ages

Karna - 17

Ashwathama - 17

Shon - 14

Ekalavya - 15

Yudhisthir - 10

Bhima - 8

Suyodhana - 8

Sushasana - 8 (one month after Suyo is born)

YUYUTSU - 8 (born few months after Suyo, son of Vidur and Subala)

Krishna - 7 years and six months

Arjun - 7

Nakula, Sahadeva - 6

Dushala - 7

Daksha - 24

Saanvi - 12

Aaradhya - 13

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"Jyesth!"

Nakul yelled, marching up to Yudhisthir, who was sitting peacefully under a tree.

Nakul and Sahadev were visibly upset.

Yudhisthir, hearing his brother's voice, already knew why they were there and stood up, ready to listen to the daily drama of his brothers. "What is it this time, Nakul? Let me guess - Bhima?"

Nakul, crossed his arms and looked up at Yudhishthir. "Jyesth, it's not funny! Bhrata Bhima has taken our share of laddoos again! Mata Madri made them specially for us, and when we went to get them - poof! They were gone! Not a single laddoo left! We didn't even get a sniff of them!"

Sahadev, standing beside his twin, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Jyesth! And it's not just once! Bhrata Bhima does this every time! It's as if he thinks the laddoos are his birthright!"

Yudhishthir, calm as always, looked down at his younger brothers. "Nakul, Sahadev, you know how Bhima is. His love for food is more than his strength. I will speak to him about this."

Before Nakul and Sahadeva could continue their complaints, Arjun appeared looking equally disgruntled.

"Jyesth! Nakul! Sahadev! Have you seen Bhrata Bhima?"

Yudhishthir sighed softly, hearing Bhima's name again, and shook his head slightly. "Bhima? What has he done to you now Arjun? Don't tell me he stole your laddoos too?"

Arjun nodded. "Jyesth... Bhrata Bhima didn't even leave the smallest piece for me!"

Nakul and Sahadev gasped simultaneously.

"Jyesth, How can one person eat so much?" Nakul asked.

Arjun, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Nakul! Bhrata Bhima's appetite is worse than rakshasa's!"

Sahadev rolled his eyes. "This is what happens when we have a brother who could eat a mountain of food for breakfast and still be hungry."

Yudhishthir watched with a smile as his brother's daily drama unfolded. His patience was evident, a quiet testament to his role as the eldest. Though he didn't always intervene, he was always present, watching over them with a patient heart.

"Where is Bhrata Bhima, anyway?" Sahadev asked, looking around the clearing as if expecting Bhima to pop out at any moment.

Arjun chuckled. "He's probably hiding somewhere, trying to finish off the last of the laddoos."

Yudhisthir added. "If anyone can find him, it's Nakul. After all, he has a special way with animals."

Nakul straightened up proudly. "Leave it to me," he said with confidence. He let out a sharp whistle, and within seconds, a small dove fluttered down from the trees, landing on Nakul's outstretched hand.

Nakul whispered something to the bird, then released it. The dove flew off into the trees, disappearing into the forest in search of their missing brother.

A few moments later, the dove returned, chirping as it landed on Nakul's shoulder. Nakul listened closely, nodding as he understood the bird's message. He turned to his brothers with a knowing smile.

"Found him! He is hiding behind that huge rock!" Nakul said, pointing towards a huge boulder at a short distance away.

Bhima, who had been crouching behind the rock, couldn't help but overhear how his younger brothers were complaining to his Jyesth. He had hoped to enjoy the laddoos in peace, but his ears perked up when he heard Nakul give away his hiding spot.

Realizing his cover had been blown, Bhima sighed and stood up, revealing himself to the group. He approached them trying to look as innocent as possible as if nothing had happened.

"Oh! You're all here! I was looking for you everywhere!" Bhima said innocently, pretending as though he had been searching for them all along.

Nakul crossed his arms. "Looking for us? Or hiding from us after your stealing all the laddoos?"

Bhima blinked innocently, his eyes widening. "Stealing? No, no, no! I wouldn't do that."

He gestured dramatically to the small pouch at his side. "I brought these laddoos to share them with my favorite brothers!"

Nakul and Sahadev exchanged a quick glance, both knowing full well that Bhima had no intention of sharing anything.

Nakul raised an eyebrow and said, "Share? Now you remember the word 'share' after finishing everything?"

Sahadev added, "How generous of you, Bhrata Bhima, to offer us what's left - if there's anything left at all."

Arjun joining in on the teasing, "Bhrata, you took the whole plate of laddoos and now you're offering us this tiny pouch? What happened to all the laddoos you said you brought to share with us?"

Bhima looked at them with wide eyes, attempting to hold onto his innocence. He laughed, knowing full well that his younger brothers were onto him.

"Well, I was... I was only... Taste-testing! To make sure they were good enough for my dear brothers!" He said, opening a small pouch at his side and revealed a few laddoos still inside. "But look, I saved these just for you!"

Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Taste-testing? what exactly are you 'testing' after eating dozens of laddoos?"

Nakul snatched a laddoo from the pouch, and held it up suspiciously.

"This one looks like it's been through a battle."

Sahadev took another one and examined it closely.

"Did you... Sit on these laddoos while you were hiding?"

Bhima feigned a look of deep offence. "Oh, come on! I thought you'd be grateful. After all, I'm the one who's been running around looking for you."

Bhima tossed a laddoo to each of his brothers, still clutching the largest one for himself. "If any of you want more, you'll have to arm wrestle me for it."

Nakul, playing along. "Ah, so it comes to this! An arm wrestle over leftovers? What's next - we'll be battling over who gets the last drop of mango juice?"

Sahadeva chimed in, grinning. "Nakul, only if you think you can beat Bhrata Bhima. We might have to team up to stand a chance."

Bhima puffed out his chest, flexing his arms in exaggerated fashion. "You think you stand a chance against me? The strongest among us?" His tone was playful.

Arjun, not one to miss out on the fun, added. "You can't expect us to let you get away with everything just because you're the strongest brother. Strength doesn't protect you from us taking back what's ours!"

Bhima laughed, popping a laddoo into his mouth. "Ah, I see! So all of you against me, huh?" He flexed his muscles again.

Bhima turned to Yudhisthir, this time complaining loudly, "Jyesth! Can you believe this? After all I've done for them, this is how they treat me?"

Yudhisthir raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. "Oh, Bhima, don't act like the victim now. You brought this upon yourself. Besides, if I recall correctly, you were the one who ate all their laddoos first."

Bhima let out an exaggerated huff, crossing his arms. "Well, Jyesth, they could have been a bit more forgiving, don't you think?"

He turned toward Nakul, Sahadeva, and Arjun, wagging a finger at them. "Remember, I'm the one who protects you from wild animals! A little gratitude wouldn't hurt. I bring you sweets, and this is the thanks I get? Such ungrateful brothers!"

Arjun, backed away slightly and grinned. "Bhrata, if you left us some food, maybe we could actually grow strong enough to protect ourselves... so you wouldn't have to protect us all the time!"

Nakul and Sahadev, nodding in agreement.

Bhima glared at them. "Arjun! Just you wait! I will not leave you!" He said, chasing after him.

Arjun laughing, went behind Yudhisthir for protection.

Yudhisthir raised his hand, stopping Bhima. "Bhima, perhaps you should start by sharing your laddoos first."

Bhima stopped in his tracks, looking slightly offended. "But Jyesth, did you hear what Arjun said? Shouldn't Arjun be the ones getting scolded first?"

Bhima crossed his arms across his chest "Scold him first!"

Yudhishthir looked at Bhima and said, "Bhima, are you really asking me to scold your younger brother?"

Bhima hesitated, his usual mischievous grin fading. He looked at Arjun, who were now watching him innocently. "Jyesth, I don't want you to scold him."

Yudhishthir, stepped forward and placed a hand on Bhima's shoulder. "Bhima, the joy of food comes not from eating it all yourself, but from sharing it with those you care about. Now, let's make sure that everyone gets their fair share. That is what binds us together as brothers - our ability to look out for one another, no matter what."

Bhima, realizing there was no escaping his younger brothers' combined reprimands, and his Jyesth's order, sheepishly nodded and offered the remaining laddoos to each of them.

Bhima sighed dramatically, though his tone softened under Yudhisthir's wisdom. "Yes, yes, Jyesth, you're always right. I suppose it does taste better when shared." He glanced at Nakul, Arjun, and Sahadev with mock indignation. "Even if these three rascals hardly deserve it!"

With that, Bhima divided the remaining laddoos among them.

The brothers accepted the laddoos with smiles, as they sat together under the shade of the tree, enjoying their sweets and each other's company.

BUT...

Suddenly, Sahadev stopped eating. His hand froze mid-air, laddoo still poised between his fingers. His face grew tense, his brows furrowing deeply. Without a word, he stood up abruptly, startling his brothers.

Nakul noticed first. "Dev?" he asked his twin, concern flooding his voice. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Sahadev shook his head, his voice trembling slightly, he wishepered, "No!"

Without explaning further, he turned and bolted towards the hut, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

The rest of the brothers exchanged worried glances before quickly following after him. Their laddoos lay forgotten on the ground as they sprinted through the forest, their feet pounding against the soft earth.

Sahadev reached the small hut first, rushing inside. His breath came in quick gasps as he saw Kunti working, preparing for the evening meal. The sight of her brought him no peace, his heart was racing too fast, with a sense of foreboding he couldn't shake.

Kunti looked up at Sahadev to see him in such a state. "Dev?" She asked with a gentle smile, wiping her hands on her saree. "What happened, putra? Did Bhima not give you laddoo? Should I scold him for not sharing properly?"

But Sahadev rushed toward her, his eyes filled with a worry so intense that Kunti's smile faded.

"Mata, I... I'm getting a bad feeling... I think something bad is going to happen to Pitashree..."

Just then, the rest of the brothers arrived at the hut, panting heavily as they crowded the doorway. They heard Sahadev's words and froze.

Kunti's face paled. Her instincts screaming that something was wrong. She gripped Sahadev's shoulders, her voice urgent. "Where is your Pitashree?" she asked, barely keeping her composure.

Yudhishthir stepped forward, his own worry growing. "Mata," he said quietly, "I saw Pitashree going with Mata Madri to gather flowers not long ago. They went towards the meadow at the edge of the forest."

Kunti's eyes widened. Fear washed over her, and her hands trembled as she quickly released Sahadeva.

"Yudhishthir," she said, her voice firm despite her fear, "look after your brothers."

Without another word, Kunti rushed outside, her saree fluttering behind her as she ran through the trees. Her heart raced as her bare feet hit the ground, scratching at her legs, but she didn't stop.

The brothers stood frozen for a heartbeat, staring after their mother, before they too began running after Kunti.

"Mata!" Yudhishthir called, his voice filled with worry, but she didn't respond as she ran through the dense trees.

"Arya! Madri!" she called.

Finally, she broke through the edge of the trees and entered into a wide meadow. She came to a sudden halt, her heart stopped as she spotted Pandu and Madri in the distance.

They stood facing each other, too far away for her voice to reach them. The sight froze her in place.

Tears filled Kunti's eyes as she took a step forward, her lips parting to call out to her husband.

"Ary-!"

AN ARROW WHIZZED PAST HER EAR, SO CLOSE SHE FELT THE WIND IT CREATED AS IT SLICED THROUGH THE AIR.

She stumbled back in shock, her hands reaching out for balance, before she could fall, Yudhishthir caught her.

THE ARROW SOARED ACROSS THE MEADOW, HEADING STRAIGHT TOWARDS PANDU.

Time seemed to slow as everyone's eyes widened in horror, the realization of the impending disaster sinking in.

"Arya!!" Kunti screamed.

"PITASHREE!!" the brothers cried out, rushing towards Pandu as fast as their legs could carry them.

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MAHENDRA GIRI

Under the shade of a large tree, Karna lay resting on a woman's lap. Her fingers moved gently through his hair, soothing him as he slept after an exhausting day of intense training.

His face, held a faint smile, comforted by her presence. The peace in his expression made her smile as well, her touch filled with motherly affection.

But suddenly, Karna's smile faded.

Behind his closed eyes, the same haunting vision replayed - a vision he had seen before.

HE SAW PANDU, THE MOMENT OF HIS DEATH. THE SCENE PLAYED OUT OVER AND OVER, MORE VIVIDLY EACH TIME, AS IF THE VISION WAS DESPERATELY TRYING TO CONVEY A WARNING.

Karna's breathing became heavy, and with a gasp, he jolted awake, sitting up straight. His hand flew to his chest as he struggled to steady his breath, his eyes wide with fear.

Startled, the woman quickly stood up, her face filled with concern as she went and brought a small bowl of water.

"Putra Karna, Are you okay? Here, drink this water first," she said gently, her voice filled with motherly affection.

Karna looked at her and nodded. He took the bowl, drinking slowly as he tried to calm himself.

But the woman noticed the unease in his eyes and placed her hand on his shoulder, her gaze soft but serious.

"Putra, what happened? You call me 'Mata,' and you will not even share what is troubling you?"

Karna sighed, the weight of the vision heavy on him. "Mata... don't say that. It's just..." He paused.

He set the empty bowl aside and looked at the woman before him. The warmth in her eyes, the care in her voice - it all made him feel as though he could confide in her.

He hesitated only for a moment gathering his thoughts before speaking again.

Karna then told her everything about the vision of his Chote Pitashree.

The woman listened intently, her gaze never leaving Karna's face as he spoke.

Karna continued. "Mata... It keeps replaying in my mind, again and again, like it's trying to tell me something, like a warning I cannot ignore. I've been feeling restless all day, and now... I can't shake this feeling that something terrible is going to happen, I know it."

The woman's expression softened as she heard his words. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. "Visions are not to be taken lightly, Putra, and they come for a reason. But remember - you are not helpless. If fate allows, you can change its course. Trust yourself."

Karna still troubled, looked into her eyes. "But Mata, what should I do? I know I have to do something but what? What can I do that can make Chote Pitashree change his mind? How can I change his fate?"

The woman gazed at Karna, her eyes filled with an ancient wisdom, took a deep breath and GAVE HIM ADVICE.

After listening, Karna embraced her tightly. "Mata, I will be back. I know what I need to do."

With that, Karna stood up and hurried to a nearby clearing, where he quickly wrote a message on a piece of parchment, rolling it up with care. He knew time was running out.

Karna began chanting a mantra, and the parchment glowed faintly before transforming into a sleek, gleaming arrow.

Karna took a deep breath as he aimed the arrow toward the sky, knowing he had to reach Pandu before it was too late.

With a swift motion, Karna released the arrow. It shot through the sky, with divine speed, disappearing into the distance, as it traveled toward Pandu.

Karna watched as the arrow vanished into the horizon, his heart still heavy with the uncertainty of the future. He whispered under his breath,

"CHOTE PITASHREE, I HOPE I AM NOT TOO LATE... PLEASE, JUST DON'T DIE ON ME."

He stood there for a moment longer, the wind rustling his hair as the forest around him remained still, almost as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

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BACK TO PANDU

Pandu and Madri stood alone in the meadow facing each other, a growing tension thickening the air between them.

Pandu's eyes were filled with a desperate longing as he took a step closer to her.

Madri, her face conflicted, remained where she was, torn between her emotions and the knowledge of the curse.

Pandu's hand reached out to her with the intention of touching her.

Just then

AN ARROW WHISTLED THROUGH THE AIR, STRIKING THE GROUND BETWEEN THEM WITH A FORCEFUL THUD.

The sudden impact of the arrow made Pandu startle and take a step back, his outstretched hand freezing in mid-air.

The arrow's impact had not only pierced the ground but also pierced through the tension in the air, halting Pandu's advance.

Madri's face turned pale, as tears streamed down her cheeks, the full realization of what had almost happened dawing upon her.

Pandu, looked at Madri and the at the arrow lodged in the earth between them. The weight of the moment sank in slowly - he had been just a breath away from death, from invoking the curse that would have taken his life.

Kunti, followed by the Pandavas, rushed to them. They saw the arrow planted firmly in the ground, Madri in tears, and Pandu standing shocked, lost in the realization of the near-disaster.

Pandavas faces showed confusion and concern, their innocent eyes searching for answers.

Madri ran to Kunti, hugging her tightly. "Jiji... I am so sorry..." She cried.

Kunti held Madri close, her eyes fillr with sorrow and relief. "Madri, what happened?"

Madri pointed shakily at the arrow and explained what happened. "This arrow... It saved us, Jiji. It stopped something terrible from happening."

Kunti turned to Pandu, her heart aching with both love and fear. "Arya," she whispered, stepping toward him.

But Pandu, held up his hand to stop her. "No, Kunti. Don't come closer."

He looked down at the arrow, the weight of his curse, his actions, the near-miss with death. The horror of what had almost occurred left him paralyzed, unable to bear the thought of the diaster that had been so narrowly avoided.

In that moment of silence, everyone felt the gravity of what had just transpired.

Pandu's gaze remained fixed on the ground, the reality of the situation crashing down on him that he had been saved by the arrow.

The children stood confused their young eyes wide and full of curiosity.

Arjun, being the most interested in archery, was especially captivated by the arrow planted in the ground. He stepped forward, unable to resist the pull of his curiosity, and carefully picked it up. The arrow felt light in his hands, yet there was something special about it.

"Wow, look at this," Arjun said, holding the arrow up for his brothers to see.

"It's beautiful, and there's a mark on it. I wonder who shot it." He ran his fingers over the sun symbol engraved on the shaft.

The other Pandavas gathered around Arjun, equally fascinated. Bhima leaned in closer, inspecting the arrow and nodding in approval, while Nakul and Sahadev exchanged curious glances. Despite their interest, the forest was still and silent, as if no one else was there to claim the arrow.

Just then, Pandu snapped out of his shock, his mind slowly catching up with the situation. Hearing Arjun's words, he turned to look at his son, and his eyes immediately fell on the arrow in Arjun's hand.

"Putra, Arjun" Pandu called, his voice calm but serious. "Give the arrow to me."

Arjun, sensing the seriousness in his father's voice, nodded and handed the arrow over.

As soon as the arrow touched Pandu's hands, something extraordinary happened. The solid shaft of the arrow began to shimmer and glow faintly, its shape slowly changing. Right before their eyes, the arrow transformed into a piece of parchment.

The Pandavas gasped. Kunti and Madri stared in shock, while Pandu staring at the parchment in his hands, unable to believe what he was seeing. His heart pounded, recognizing that this was no ordinary arrow - IT HAD BEEN SENT SPECIFICALLY FOR HIM.

Pandu unrolled the parchment. He began reading the words silently to himself.

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Chote Pitashree,

You promised to return, and I truly believe that you will not break that promise. I wanted to come to you and bring you back, but Pitamah assured me that you would fulfill your promise. You always told me that a Kshatriya never breaks his word, and I know you will not let us down.

I know you feel guilty, and that's why you chose to stay in the forest. But please, I urge you to reconsider.

Before something irreversible happens, please think about everyone - our family, and me. We need you, and your absence is deeply felt.

I've been learning from the best guru, and I can't wait to show you all that I have learned. I met someone here who reminds me of Mata Gandhari - pure and wise.

SHE TOLD ME THAT YOU CAN SEEK FORGIVENESS AND LESSEN YOUR GUILT FOR WHAT HAPPENED WITH RISHI KINDAMA AND HIS WIFE THROUGH PENANCE. IF YOU FOLLOW THAT PATH, PERHAPS YOU MAY FIND A WAY TO LIFT THE CURSE THAT BINDS YOU.

Remember, It's never too late to make things right, to change your path. Staying in the forest will not solve your problems, you are merely avoiding them and running away from your responsibilities. You have a duty to your family and to the people of Hastinapur.

Please, Chote Pitashree, do not break your promise. Return to us.

Aditya

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As Pandu read each word, his eyes filled with tears.

The letter was from Karna, his eldest son, pleading with him to return and fulfill his duties.

A sob escaped Pandu's lips, but he held it back.

The guilt that he had carried for so long resurfaced.

His hands shook as he gripped the parchment tightly.

How could he almost forget the promise he made?

How could he let himself come so close to death, nearly abandoning those who still needed him?

"Aditya..." Pandu whispered under his breath, his voice breaking.

Kunti and Madri heard Pandu whisper Karna's name. Immediately, they exchanged knowing glances. They understood now who the letter was from.

But in his emotional state, Pandu's hands gripped the parchment too tightly. The delicate paper, began to crumble, and before anyone could react, it turned to ash, slipping through his fingers and scattering into the wind.

Pandavas watched in shock, at the sight of the letter turning to dust, leaving then confused and uneasy.

Kunti and Madri gasped, but they knew the letter had delivered it's message, and despite it's loss, the words REMAINED etched on Pandu's heart.

Pandu stood motionless, staring at the empty space where the letter had been.

Karna's words echoed in his mind -words of hope, of love, of responsibility.

He had almost failed him, almost failed his entire family.

In that moment, Pandu knew that he had to return to them, that he could not let this be the end. With that, Pandu closed his eyes and made a vow - he would not break his promise. He would return to his family, to his kingdom, and fulfill his responsibilities, no matter the cost.

Silence fell over the clearing as Pandu stood there, gathering his thoughts and preparing for the path ahead.

Pandu turned to his sons. His gaze fell first on Yudhishthir. He walked towards him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Yudhisthir," Pandu said, his voice gentle yet filled with a quiet authority. "Stay with your brothers."

Yudhishthir nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Pandu then turned to Kunti and Madri. "I need to speak with both of you alone," he said softly.

The two woman nodded. They followed Pandu back to their hut. Once inside, Pandu closed the door behind them, his expression serious yet calm.

"I have made a decision, I will do penance." Pandu said

Kunti's eyes softened with understanding, but they were also filled with questions. "Arya... The letter... It was from Karna, wasn't it? How is he? Where is he?" She asked quietly.

Madri, who had been silent, spoke up then. "Jiji, wherever he is, I am sure he is in good hands."

Kunti nodded

After Karna left with Suryadev, Pandu was informed of what happened, and the decision of Dritharastra and Gandhari to never speak of Karna until he returns. And Pandu, Kunti and Madri respected their decision all these years and never spoke of Karna to Pandavas.

After a moment of heavy silence, Kunti spoke again. "Arya, If you are to go on this path of penance then I shall join you."

Madri nodded, "Yes, Arya, I will go with you as well."

Pandu looked at them both in surprise. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Either you or Madri should stay with the children. They will need atleast one of you to guide them back in Hastinapur."

But Kunti and Madri were unwavering.

"We have followed you into this forest without question, and now we will follow you in this as well. The children are strong they have each other, and in Hastinapur they have Tatshree, Vidur, Jyesth and Gandhari Jiji to take care of them." Kunti said.

Madri added, "Arya, Our place is with you, We will stay with you wherever you go."

Pandu looked at the two women before him - his loyal wives, who had followed him into exile without complaint, who had shared in his burdens without hesitation. They had given him everything, yet he had given them so little in return. A soft smile touched his lips as he realized their devotion, their strength, and the quiet sacrifices they had made for him.

"Very well," he said quietly. "The children will go back to Hastinapur, but we will not."

THE DECISION WAS MADE.

PANDAVAS WOULD RETURN TO HASTINAPUR.

After making his decision, Pandu immediately sent a letter to Hastinapur and requested Bhishma and Vidur to come without delay.

Outside the hut, Pandavas sat together, confused and worried about what was happening.

Yudhishthir, being the eldest, tried to calm his younger brothers.

"Calm down, all of you," Yudhisthir said in a steady voice.

Bhima however, wasn't one for patience. "Jyesth, I never saw Pitashree like this before, and Mata... you saw how she ran out..."

Arjun staring off thoughtfully said, "The arrow... Who shot it? I wish whoever it was can teach me archery one day..."

Nakul, ever the tease smirked. "Bhrata Arjun, you already seem to be impressed by this person. I am sure he is better than you at Archery."

Arjun shook his head. "I just appreciate the skill, Nakul. Nothing more.... And, I will be the best in Archery..."

Sahadev then spoke up, "Whoever it was, they didn't mean to harm Pitashree. When I saw the arrow heading towards him, I thought it was the foreboding feeling I felt about earlier."

Yudhishthir nodded. "Hmm WHOEVER it was, I think Pitashree knows that person. I heard him say 'Aditya'..."

All the brothers say together. "Aditya?"

Arjun whispered, "Aditya... I wonder who he is?"

Bhima scoffed. "Never heard of this name."

Nakul turned to Yudhisthir. "Jyesth, Did Pitashree or Mata ever talk to you about him?"

Yudhishthir tried to recall if the name had ever come up before, but his memory came up blank. "No, Nakul. I've never heard of this name before. Even I don't know who he is. But looking at what happened today, I can tell he's a very important person."

The Pandavas nodded in agreement sensing that there was much more to this STRANGER than they understood.

Just then, Pandu called for his sons. The five of them stood up and quickly made their way to him.

"I have something important to tell you all" Pandu said as the five gathered around him, listening intently.

"I have decided to remain in the forest with your mothers to undergo penance, but all of you will return to Hastinapur."

Immediately, the boys exchanged anxious glances.

Arjun, worry etched accross his face, spoke first. "Pitashree, we do not want to go anywhere without you. How can we stay alone without you or Mata?"

Yudhishthir wanted to say something but he remained silent. He trusted his father's decisions, knowing that Pandu would have considered everything before making such a choice.

Pandu placed a reassuring hand on Arjun's shoulder. "Putra, you will not be alone. Jyesth Dritharastra and Bhabhi Shree Gandhari will take care of you. They will treat you as their own sons, especially Bhabhi Shree. She will make sure you are looked after, just as your mother's have done."

The Pandavas stayed silent, they don't know what to say.

Yudhisthir, feeling the weight of responsibility, finally nodded. "If it is your wish, Pitashree, then I will look after my brothers until you return."

The others looked at Yudhisthir and said, "Jyesth!!"

Yudhishthir glanced at them, his calm gaze was enough to silence any further protests. They all knew their eldest brother always made the right decisions, and they would follow his lead.

Kunti said, "Jyesth and Gandhari jiji have hundred sons and one daughter. You will meet your hundred brothers and one sister. "

Bhima frowned upon hearing this, still unsure. "But... They already have hundred sons. Why would they care for us...?"

Pandu immediately scolded Bhima, "Bhima, Family is a bond stronger than blood. It may be overwhelming at first but you will find that Tatshree, Jyesth, Bhabhi shree, Vidur and everyone will love all of you equally."

Madri nodded. "Yes and you will also meet YUYUTSU, Vidur's son. So that makes 101 brothers and one sister."

With that, Pandu, Kunti and Madri left the boys to themselves.

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The Pandavas were quiet, taking in the reality of meeting their extended family. After a moment, Bhima broke the silence with a grumble.

"One hundred and one brothers..." Bhima muttered. "They might not even notice us with so many already. Why would they need five more?"

Arjuna smirked. "Imagine trying to share meals with all of them. We'll be lucky to get any food with Bhrata Bhima around."

Nakul, always quick with a witty remark. "I just hope they have enough space for us to sleep. Or maybe we'll have to sleep on shifts."

Sahadev, who rarely spoke much but enjoyed a good quip, added with a sly smile, "I suppose if we get lost in the palace, one of the hundred will find us."

Yudhishthir, trying to suppress a smile at their sarcasm. In his mind, he thought "I am sure Hastinapur will welcome us. And as Pitashree said, Gandhari ma will take care of us."

Bhima crossed his arms bit finally relented. "Fine. But if they don't feed us properly, I'll let them know I'm there."

The others laughed at Bhima's predictable response, but underneath the humor, they were still filled with uncertainty.

Nakul unable to resist teasing, leaned over and whispered to Arjun and Sahadev, who were sitting on either side of him. "I am sure Bhrata Bhima will end up stealing food, just to let them know he is hungry."

Arjun, playing along, added, "And let's not forget, he'll probably be fighting with the OTHER BROTHERS just to prove he's the strongest. And I am sure he will challenge every one of OUR HUNDRED BROTHERS to a duel, just to see you who's the toughest."

Sahadev, hearing this was silent. He felt uneasy, listening to their brother's normal talk, he felt like something might happen...

Bhima, overhearing their whispered conversation, reached over and grabbed Arjun and Sahadev by the neck, pulling them close with a mock-threatening grin. "What are you three talking about? Me?"

Arjun tried to wriggle out of Bhima's hold. "Nothing!!! Bhrata, it was Nakul who started it!"

Sahadev, half-struggling, added, "I did not even say anything, blame Nakul!"

Nakul, watching them couldn't help but burst into laughter, amused by the sight of his twin and brother suffering under Bhima's grip.

Yudhishthir, stepped forward and twisted Nakul's ear, making him wince. "Why are you always after Bhima? Always teasing him?"

Nakul pouted, looking up at Yudhishthir with a puppy-like eyes.

Yudhishthir sighed, his stern demeanor melting away as he let go of Nakul's ear. "You'll never stop, will you?"

Nakul rubbed his ear and grinned mischievously. "Not when it's so easy."

Despite the teasing, there was an undeniable bond between them. No matter how much they joked or poked fun at one another, they knew that they were like five fingers of a hand - each one different, but together they made the hand complete.

However, what they might not realize is that without the palm that holds the hand, the hand will always be incomplete.

With Yudhishthir leading them, they were ready to face whatever the future held in Hastinapur, united as brothers.

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HASTINAPUR

Ashwathama and Shon stood together in the palace garden. Their eyes were fixed on the far-off figures of Suyodhana and his brothers, who were laughing and playing in the distance.

Ashwa had promised Karna that he would look after his brothers in his absence. And he had done that - but from a distance. He had always kept an eye on Suyo and the others, silently watching them all these years.

Shon broke the silence, nudging Ashwa playfully. "Bhrata Ashwa, why do you always watch Suyo and his brothers from afar? Why don't you just go over there and talk to them? Befriend them?"

Ashwa sighed, his eyes never leaving the sight of the princes. "How should I do that, Shon? I've never made a friend before."

Shon blinked in disbelief. "Are you serious? I have seen your friendship with Bhrata Vasu, and now you're telling me you don't know how to make friends with your best friend's brothers?"

Ashwa's expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice. "With Karna, it just... happened. I never did anything to make it so. And do you really think I will go out of my way to befriend a prince? I became Karna's friend because he took the initiative, not me."

Shon tilted his head, his youthful face filled with determination. "Well, forget about that for now... But can you atleast send a letter to Bhrata Vasu?"

Ashwa ignored Shon's request and just said. "No"

Not willing to give up so easily, Shon crossed his arms and began his nagging. "Why not? Only you can communicate with him. Don't you wonder how he is? What he is doing?"

Ashwa remained silent, his eyes shifting slightly away from Shon. "No"

In truth, Ashwa didn't want to disturb Karna, knowing he was busy with his intense training under Bhagawan Parashuram. His heart wants to reach out, but he respected Karna's space.

Seeing his reluctance, Shon's voice softened as he played his trump card. "Radha ma misses him so much..."

Shon knew all too well how to make Ashwa do anything when it comes to Karna, often using Radha ma as a way to emotionally nudge him.

Ashwa closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, "Shon..."

But Shon continued on, his voice filled with the hope only a younger brother could muster. "Please, Bhrata Ashwa. Just send him a letter. Tell him we're thinking of him, that we miss him. Please."

Ashwa looked down at Shon's face. He sighed, his resolve crumbling under Shon's persistence. "Fine. I'll send him a letter."

At that, Shon's face lit up with excitement. "I have it ready!"

Ashwa's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You... Already have a letter ready?"

Shon grinned widely and nodded, holding out the letter. "Of course! I knew you'd agree eventually. And send it now - right in front of me."

Ashwa took the letter from Shon. Shaking his head with a small smile, "You never give up, do you?"

Shon smiled even wider, the look of pure triumph on his face. "Never."

Without another word, Ashwa stood up, taking his bow in hand. He chanted the mantra, and with the gentle glow, the parchment transformed into an arrow. He then aimed into the sky and shot it, watching as the arrow swiftly vanished into the distance.

Turning back to Shon, Ashwa asked, "Happy now? The letter will reach him within seconds."

But Shon, suddenly looking a little sheepish, backed away slightly. "Bhrata Ashwa.... In the letter.... I might've written that you always just watch Suyo and the others... and that you've never talked to them in these 8 years..."

Ashwa's eyes widened in shock. "What!!! You!!! You little brat!! Come here! I will not leave you for this!"

Shon began to run, laughing as Ashwa chased after him through the garden, their playful shouts and laughter echoing through the air.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by Ashwa, Suyodhana and his brothers had stopped their play and were watching the entire scene from afar. Their expressions were a mixture of curiosity and amusement as they saw Shon laughing and running through the garden, with Ashwa chasing after him.

ASHWA, FOR ALL HIS EFFORTS TO REMAIN DISTANT AND WATCH OVER THEM FROM AFAR, HAS UNKNOWINGLY CAPTURED THEIR ATTENTION.

Suyo and his brothers respected Radha very much, almost as much as they respected their own mother. Since their birth, Radha had cared for them. Because of this, Suyo and his brothers had grown close to Shon, accepting him as one of their own. Through Radha, the connection between the royal children and Shon had blossomed naturally into a close-knit friendship.

Sushasana, standing beside Suyo, leaned over, whispering loudly, "Jyesth, see, Bhrata Shon is with that Bhramin again."

Suyo instantly frowned and gave his younger brother a sharp smack on the back of his head.

Sushasana winced, rubbing the spot with a pout, and turned to his Jyesth Bhrata with a confused expression.

"Jyesth why did you hit me?"

Suyo glared at him. "He has a name. Show some respect in your words when you speak of others."

Sushasana blinked in surprise at his brother's stern tone, quickly nodded in understanding. "Sorry, Jyesth," he mumbled, then muttered under his breath, "How am I supposed to know his name when he never talks to us?"

Suyo, hearing him, replied, "His name is Ashwathama."

Suyo turned his gaze back to the scene unfolding before them. For a moment, Suyo's brow furrowed in thought as he observed the two.

"Why does Mitra Shon always stay with Ashwathama?" Suyodhana thought to himself. He remembered hearing the name Ashwathama from Kripacharya and the other elders. "I've heard Shon call him 'brother' more than once... But what do they talk about all the time? And what does Mitra Shon always nag the poor boy about?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Suyo's lips as he continued to watch them, his curiousity about the bond between Shon and Ashwathama growing stronger.

Shon, panting heavily, finally plopped down on the ground, "Bhrata Ashwa, I cannot run any more... We can continue after some time... "

Ashwa rolled his eyes and gave Shon a light smack on the head. "If Karna says anything, I am not going to leave you."

Before Shon could respond, a soft voice interrupted, "Karna?"

Both boys turned, startled, to see Sushala, the youngest of the Kuru siblings, the only princess of Hastinapur standing there.

Shon tensed. "Karna is... um... my elder brother. He's... away..."

The royal family had made it clear Aditya's existence was not to be mentioned otherwise there would be severe punishment. And in hastinapur no one who knows about Aditya talks about him. And yet, Shon had just casually talking about him..

"Shon...." Ashwa's expression immediately changed, as he glares at Shon like a warning, telling him to stop before he said more.

Seeing Ashwa's glare, Shon quick changed the subject, trying to cover up his slip. "Sushala, what do you want?"

Sushala, who was still looking at Ashwa all this time with a smile, shifted her gaze to Shon. She pointed to a nearby tree. "Bhrata Shon... I want those mangoes."

Shon looked up at the tree and then back to himself, clearly noticing the height difference. "Hmm, but I am too short to pluck those mangoes..."

Shon saw Suyo looking at them and a sly grin spread across his face as he turned to Ashwa. "Bhrata Ashwa, you get her the mangoes."

Ashwa hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Shon and Sushala. He wasn't used to interacting with the Kuru Princess in such a way, and the request caught him off guard.

Seeing Ashwa's hesitation, Shon nudged Shushala playfully. "You ask him, Sushala! He'll listen to you."

Sushala blushed slightly but looked at Ashwa with her big, innocent eyes. "Will you help me?" she asked shyly, her voice gentle and hopeful.

Ashwa's usual stern exterior softened complety. He nodded with a small smile, unable to refuse her request. He quickly walked over to the tree, effortlessly plucking a few ripe mangoes from the branches.

Ashwa handed them to Sushala. "Here" he said simply.

Sushala accepted the mangoes, her smile growing wider as her gaze never left Ashwa. "Thank you.." she said quietly, still beaming at him with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Ashwa felt his heart warm at her words, and for a brief moment, he was lost in the innocence of her smile. He simply nodded.

Meanwhile, Sushasana had been watching the entire interaction with increasing suspicion.

He immediately tugged on Suyo's arm. "Jyesth, see! He's talking to our Sushala!"

From the other side, Vikarna joined in with a frown. "Jyesth, look! He's smiling at our Sushala!"

Another brother, with a scowl added, "Jyesth, he's even giving mangoes to our Sushala!"

The brothers waited for a response, but when they looked at Suyo, they realized he had already noticed everything. Suyo's eyes were locked onto the scene, his glare sharp and filled with anger.

Suyo clenched his fists and stood up abruptly. "Idiots," he snapped at his brothers, his voice low and filled with authority. "I can also see what he's doing with our sister. And what are you doing? Just standing here and watching?"

Without waiting for a response, Suyo stormed towards Ashwathama, his steps heavy and determined. "Let's go!" he ordered.

Hearing Suyo's command, the 99 brothers immediately dropped whatever they were doing. As if a switch had been flipped, all of them behind their Jyesth, following him without a word.

Ashwa, still standing near Sushala, suddenly sensed a change in the atmosphere. He glanced behind her, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Suyo and his 99 brothers charging toward him like a herd of angry bulls, closing in on their prey.

Sushala, completely unaware of the brewing storm, happily clutched the mangoes close to her chest, her smile unchanged and her attention solely focused on Ashwa.

Before Suyo and his brothers could reach Ashwa, a guard arrived at the scene, approaching Suyo with respectful bow. "Rajkumar Suyodhana, Maharaj Dhritarashtra and Maharani Gandhari wish to meet you, your brothers and your sister."

Suyo's expression softened, and a smile appeared on his face as he nodded at the guard. "Thank you for informing me."

Suyo watched as the guard turned to leave and head back toward Ashwa. He quickly stopped the guard. "Wait, where are you going?"

The guard turned back, slightly puzzled. "Maharaj Dhritarashtra asked me to bring Ashwathama as well."

Upon hearing Ashwa's name, Suyo's mind flashed back to the earlier incident. "You go ahead. I will inform him."

Suyo approached Ashwa, trying to remain calm but little angry. "Pitashree wants to meet you. Come with me."

Ashwa, taken aback, thought to himself, This is the first time Suyo had spoken to me in 8 years, and now he looks angry... But why? What did I do?

Ashwa nodded sensing the tension but to be on safe side he tried to defuse it. "Umm, I will go and meet Maharaj Dhritarashtra later."

Suyo looked at Ashwa and just nodded. He turned to Sushala, saying, "Let's go."

The brothers, surprised by Suyo's reaction, just a few minutes ago, Suyo was angry at Ashwa for talking to Sushala, and now he did not say anything to Ashwa.

The interaction with Suyodhana left Ashwa with many questions, but most importantly, WHY WAS HE ANGRY WITH ME?

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Dhritarashtra and Gandhari sat together, waiting for their children.

Suyodhana, along with his ninety-nine brothers and sister Sushala, hurried into the room. They lined up in front of their parents, each one attentive and eager to hear what was so important that it required all of them to be present.

Once everyone settled, Dhritarashtra cleared his throat. "I have something important to tell you all," he began.

The brothers immediately quieted down, listening intently to their father.

"Your Chote Pitashree Pandu has decided to remain in the forest to do penance. Because of this, his five sons - will be coming to Hastinapur. They will be living here with us from now on."

For a moment, there was a stunned silence in the room as the brothers exchanged surprised looks. None of them had met their cousins before, and the idea of five new boys joining their already large family was unexpected.

Gandhari broke the the silence. "They will be staying with us from now on, and I expect all of you to treat them as your brothers, for they are just that. We are one family."

The Kauravas processed the information. Some were excited at the idea of new siblings, while others were more hesitant but kept their concerns to themselves.

"Suyo," Gandhari called softly.

Suyodhana immediately went to his mother and took her hands in his. "Mata?"

Gandhari said, "Suyo, Pandu trusted us to take care of his children. You know they grew up in the forest, and now they will be coming here alone. This place will be new to them, and I don't want them to feel-"

Suyodhana gently cut her off, understanding her concerns. He reassured her, "Mata, I understand what you are trying to say. You don't have to worry. I will make sure that they feel welcomed and at home in Hastinapur. I will ensure that they do not feel out of place or left behind."

Dhritarashtra and Gandhari smiled at Suyodhana's words. Gandhari touched Suyodhana's cheek lovingly. "I trust you, Putra. Treat them with kindness."

Suyodhana said, "Ji Mata."

With that, Dhritarashtra excused himself, mentioning he had other preparations to make for their arrival. Gandhari too left the room, leaving the brothers alone.

ALONE WITH THE KAURAVAS.

As soon as their parents were gone, the atmosphere shifted. The brothers relaxed, gathering around Suyodhana as they always did.

Sushasana, never one to hold back his thoughts, was the first to speak up with a half-smile. "Five more brothers? Isn't a hundred enough? Why do we need more?"

A few of the brothers laughed at Sushasana's comment.

Sushala, the youngest and only sister, added. "Bhrata, we've been together since birth. Now we'll have strangers among us."

Vikarna spoke up, "They are not strangers, Sushala. They are our cousins. Just because we haven't met them doesn't mean they don't belong with us. Family is family."

Despite Vikarna's words, some of the Kauravas still seemed unsure.

One of the younger brothers said with a frown, "Will they see us as their brothers?"

Another questioned, "I wonder what will they think of having so many of us as siblings."

Chitrasen, always quick to voice his concerns, said "We grew up in the palace; they've lived in the forest. We are different."

Hearing this, Sushasana spoke up again with a hint of mockery.

"I bet they don't even know how to act in a palace."

This prompted a few laughs and a smack on Sushasana's head from Suyodhana.

"Jyesth! This is the second time today!" Sushasana complained, rubbing his head.

Suyodhana royally ignored his complaint and finally spoke. "It doesn't matter where they come from or how different their lives have been. They will be treated with the same respect as any one of us. I will not tolerate anyone making them feel unwelcome."

One of the Kauravas asked, "But Jyesth, what if they don't like us?"

Suyodhana, as always, remained calm.

"They will like us because we will give them no reason not to. Yes, they have lived in the forest, and yes, we have grown up in the palace. But they belong here just as much as we do." Suyodhana said firmly.

Yuyutsu, who often observed more quietly than speaking, finally stepped forward. "Bhrata Suyo is right. It's not about whether they are different or whether they fit in right away. It's about accepting them as they are."

(If you are wondering why Yuyutsu is calling Bhrata instead of Jyesth then Vidur told him about Pandavas and Yuyutsu knows Yudhishthir is older than Suyo... And Kauravas know that as well but for them their eldest brother is Suyo only)

Suyodhana smiled at Yuyutsu's words.

After a moment of silence, all eyes turned to SUYODHANA. They trusted him completely. When he spoke, they listened. when he acted, they followed. So, If he said they would welcome their cousins, then that was the final word on the matter. As their Jyesth, his judgment was rarely questioned by them.

Suyodhana finally spoke, his voice calm but commanding. "They are our family. And no matter how many brothers we have, we must treat them as such."

His words were simple, but they carried the weight of finality.

Suyodhana continued. "Pitashree and Mata expect us to make them feel at home. And that's exactly what we'll do. We'll be the brothers they need. We'll help them adjust and show them that they belong here, just like the rest of us."

The room fell silent again, but this time, it was a silence of agreement. Suyodhana's words had settled the matter. The brothers nodded, their earlier doubts fading away as they accepted their Jyesth's decision.

Despite their individual differences, the Kauravas were united by their loyalty to their eldest brother, Suyodhana.

The 99 brothers were like the leaves of a single tree - each distinct but dependent on the strength of the trunk that held them together. Without the trunk, the leaves would scatter, and the tree would lose its form.

Yet, beneath it all, there was something even more essential - the root. This unseen part of the tree provided THE VERY LIFE FORCE FOR THE TREE'S SURVIVAL AND GROWTH. The root was the true foundation of the tree.

Their bond was complete in their own eyes, yet they remained incomplete, not knowing of the unseen strength behind Suyodhana.

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To be continued...

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I know I said this chapter will be Kauravas and Pandavas face off and I am really sorry.. I just wanted to show how they are and what they think of each other before meeting

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