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HASTINAPUR -

SHAKUNI stepped down from his chariot, his eyes scanning the grand palace of Hastinapur. It was that time of year again, the grand celebrations that marked the birthdays of both his nephews Aditya and Suyodhana. Though Aditya was not present, Shakuni made it a point to visit his nephews every year, bringing along vast amounts of gold to distribute to the people of Hastinapur in honor of Aditya's birth.

Even in Aditya's absence, Shakuni knew that his name held a significant place in the shadows of Hastinapur, hidden from those unaware but revered by the few who knew the truth of his existence.

The celebrations would last a week, as they always did just like Aditya requested the people. Officially, they celebrated Suyodhana's birthday, but to those aware of the truth, the celebration was just as much for Aditya.

The Kauravas, however, had grown up believing that the celebrations were solely for their 'Jyesth' Suyo. And in a way, Shakuni thought, they weren't entirely wrong. With Karna's hidden identity, the lines had become blurred over time.

Suyodhana, waiting for his maternal uncle, dressed in royal garments fit for the prince of Hastinapur.

As Shakuni came in his view, the young prince greeted him with a smile.

"Mamashree!!"

Shakuni hugged his nephew. "You are here alone? Where are your brothers? Mahamahim and others?"

Suyo says, "Mamashree, Pitamah is not here. Neither is Kakashree Vidur. They've both gone to meet Chote Pitashree."

Shakuni raised an eyebrow, looking confused "Chote Pitashree? You mean... Pandu?"

Suyo nodded. "Yes Pitashree told me that Chote Pitashree is preparing to do penance. And His sons will be coming to Hastinapur soon."

A moment of silence passed as Shakuni absorbed the news. His expression remained calm, showing no hint of concern or surprise. "Pandu's sons, hmm?"

Then with a smile, he added. "Well, no matter. Come, let us meet my dear sister. Then we can spend time together."

Suyo nodded, walking beside Shakuni. Though they were moving through the palace corridors, Suyo's thoughts were clearly elsewhere. His mind seemed to drift as they walked.

Noticing the distant look in his nephews eyes, Shakuni glanced him curiously. "What's troubling you, mere bache? You seem lost in thought."

Suyo hesitated before speaking, "I've been thinking about Chote Pitashree's son's. We've never met them... Mata says we should treat them like brothers and make them feel at home, and we've already decided to do exactly that..."

Shakuni sensed a hesitation in Suyo's voice. "I can sense a 'but coming'..."

Suyo looked up at Shakuni and asked, "But mamasheee, what do you think I should do?"

Shakuni surprised. "You're asking my advice? That's new... You never do that. You usually make decisions on your own."

Suyo sighed. "I was going to ask Pitamah and Kakashree as always, but by the time I found out about all this, they had already left. Now I'm not sure if I am doing the right thing."

Shakuni paused his steps slowing as he considered his nephews words carefully. Then he spoke.

"TREAT THEM AS THEY TREAT YOU," Shakuni said. "If they come with respect and kindness, you should do the same. But if they look down on you and your brothers, you must never bow to them. Respond to them as they do."

Suyo listened carefully, considering Shakuni's words. He was used to making decisions on his own or based on the advice of his Pitamah(Bhishma) or Kakashree(Vidur), so he felt a bit hesitant to follow Shakuni's advice. BUT then, he thought what Shakuni said is not wrong. They had decided to treat the Pandavas with kindness, and in return they expected the same as well. WASN'T THAT FAIR?

Suyo nodded, his mind was clearer. The Pandavas would arrive soon, but he felt ready to meet them, whatever might come.

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Pandu, Bhishma, and Vidur gathered around, with Pandu speaking about his decision to embark on a period of penance. He decided he will go to Ved Vyasa's ashram seeking his advice what to do next.

Bhishma listened intently, his expression reflecting both understanding and acceptance of Pandu's decision.

Kunti, with motherly concern, said, "Tatshree, the children will be without us for the first time....." She paused.

Bhishma, sensing Kunti's unease, reassured her, "You don't need to worry about the Pandavas. I will ensure their well-being. And with Suyodhana, I have complete faith that he will take care of everything."

Vidur added, "Yes, Bhabhi Shree, Suyodhana must already be preparing to welcome them."

The praise from Bhishma and Vidur highlighted their view of Suyodhana, signaling their trust.

With their reassurances in place, they prepared to return to Hastinapur with the Pandavas.

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HASTINAPUR -

Ashwa, having learned of Pandu's decision from his mamashree Kripacharya and Dhritarashtra, was excited. He decided to send a message to Karna, knowing how happy Karna would be to hear the news.

Ashwa wrote a letter detailing everything, chanted a mantra, and transformed the letter into an arrow.

Suyo, who happened to be observing Ashwa, was intrigued.

"How did you do that.... Change that paper into an arrow?"

Ashwa, surprised to see Suyo, simply replied, "I learned this technique when I was at my Pitamah's ashram."

Suyo looked around, noticing the absence of a target. "I don't see a target."

Ashwa, aiming the arrow skyward, explained, "This arrow doesn't need a visible target, it will reach the one I wish to send."

He released the arrow, which vanished at lightning speed.

Suyo watched in awe. "Wow!" he exclaimed.

Ashwa, satisfied with Suyo's reaction, thought to himself, "At least he doesn't look angry this time."

Curious, Suyo asked, "You said it would reach the one you wish to send? Who is it for?"

Ashwa responded vaguely, "My friend."

Suyo pressed, "Your friend... doesn't have a name?"

Ashwa, thinking of Karna, replied, "He has a name, but why should I tell you about my friend?"

With that, Ashwa started to leave.

Suyo, remembering their earlier interaction, called out, "Wait!"

Ashwa turned, asking, "What is it?"

Suyo, blurted out, "Do you like my sister?"

Ashwa, taken aback, nearly shouted, "WHAT!!!"

Suyo quickly hushed him, saying, "Shh! Don't shout. I've seen you watching us often, and yesterday, I saw you talking to my sister."

Ashwa, still in shock, thought, "He knows I've been watching them? How long has he known? And liking his sister? Oh no no... This is really awkward. I cannot even explain why I watch them from a distance."

Suyo again asked, "Answer me."

Coming out of his thoughts, Ashwa stammered, "I... I..want to... be your friend... I... I don't know how you would react, so I... was... just watching you... from a distance?" His words jumbled together, almost like a question.

Suyo looked at him and said, "Okay."

Ashwa, confused, asked, "What?"

Suyo clarified, "If you want to be friends, then I don't have a problem. We can be friends."

Ashwa, pleasantly surprised by Suyo's acceptance, he thought, "Wow, that was fast. I didn't expect it to be this simple."

Ashwa then asked, "I am a Brahmin..."

Suyo replied, "So what? I don't care if you are a Shudra, Brahmin, or anyone."

Ashwa smiled widely, thinking, "Just like his brother."

Ashwa nodded.

Just then, Sushasana rushed over, saying, "Jyesth, they are here."

Suyo, turned to leave but not before calling Ashwa. "Mitra, Let's go."

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At the grand entrance of Hastinapur's palace, the Pandavas descended from the chariot, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity. Their simple forest attire stood in stark contrast to the rich and ornate surroundings of the palace.

Yudhishthir, tall and composed, his calm demeanor seemed to reflect a maturity beyond his age. Bhima, strong stood confidently scanning the enormous palace. Arjun, was lost in the beauty of the architecture with his bow strapped across his back, looking every bit a natural warrior. Nakul and Sahadev, whispered to each other, clearly amazed by the palace.

"I've never seen anything like this," Nakul whispered, his eyes wide. Sahadev nodded silently, equally impressed.

Bhishma, standing beside them smiled and pointed towards the grand palace in front of them. "This, my children, is Hastinapur - your home from now on. You will live here, in the heart of the Kuru dynasty."

The Pandavas were speechless, overwhelmed by the grandeur of the palace.

Bhishma continued, "Here, you will not be Pandu's sons or Dhritarashtra's sons. You are all part of Kuruvansh, 106 brothers. You have 101 brothers and one sister waiting to welcome you. Love them, and they will love you in return."

The Pandavas nodded, realizing this palace wasn't just a place to live, it was where they would begin their new lives.

Just then they heard a voice. "Pitamah!!" A young boy came running towards them, his voice filled with excitement. Before Bhishma could react, the boy hugged him tightly.

The Pandavas watched in surprise as Bhishma smiled, gently patting the boy's back.

It was none other than Suyodhana, dressed in regal princely attire, his face lit up with joy.

Bhishma, still smiling turned to the Pandavas. "This is Suyodhana, the eldest of the 100 brothers."

The Pandavas stared at Suyodhana, curiously. Suyo's princely appearance and the way he carried himself made him look every bit the future ruler of Hastinapur.

Yudhishthir smiled politely and nodded. Bhima and Arjun exchanged glances, both intrigued by their new brother. While Nakul and Sahadev, the youngest, were fascinated by Suyo's princely attire.

Just then, a large group emerged from the palace. Dhritarashtra, Gandhari, Sushala, Sakuni, Kripacharya, and Ashwathama all stepped forward, to welcome the Pandavas.

Gandhari, dressed in a simple yet elegant sari and blindfolded as always, stepped forward holding a ceremonial arti plate.

As she performed the arti, her voice was soft and welcoming. "Welcome, my children, to your home."

After the arti, Suyodhana turned and gestured to someone. And one by one, the remaining 99 Kauravas, along with Yuyutsu, stepped forward. Dressed in royal clothes, they stood beside Suyo, their faces reflecting genuine smile and curiosity. Their only sister, Sushala, stood among them, her eyes filled with excitement to meet her new brothers.

Seeing all 101 brothers and their sister standing before them, the younger Pandavas couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"That's a lot of brothers," Arjun whispered to Nakul.

"Do we have to remember all of their names?" Nakul whispered back.

Sahadev, added, "There's no way we can remember them all!"

Sushala, noticing their whispers, asked Gandhari. "Mata, may I apply the tilak?"

Gandhari nodded in approval, and Sushala approached Yudhishthir first, with the tilak plate.

Yudhishthir, unsure of what to do, simply stood there.

Sushala looked up and said. "You're too tall! How am I supposed to apply the tilak? Bend down, please!"

Yudhishthir blinked in surprise, but with a smile, kneeled before her. "You can apply it now."

Suyo stepped forward. "Sushala!" he said gently, as if to tell her not to make Yudhishthir kneel.

But Yudhishthir shook his head, smiling. "It's alright, Let her do it."

With a proud smile, Sushala applied the tilak to Yudhishthir's forehead, then moved on to Bhima, who smirked as he bent slightly, and then to Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev, who all stood quietly allowing her to apply the tilak.

Once she was done, Sushala moved to touch Yudhishthir's feet as a sign of respect, but Suyo stopped her. "No, Sushala," He said before looking at Yudhisthir. "Our sister's place is in our hearts, not at our feet."

Before Yudhisthir could reply, Suyo himself bent down and touched Yudhishthir's feet.

Yudhishthir stepped back in surprise. "There's no need for this," he said, turning to Bhishma. "Pitamah..."

Bhishma, watching the scene with a proud smile, said nothing, letting the moment speak for itself.

Seeing Suyo touch their Jyesth's feet, Sahadev, who stood at the end, leaned toward Nakul and whispered, "Nakul! Do we have to touch all 100 of their feet too?"

Nakul shrugged. "I don't know, Dev."

Nakul nudged Arjun. "Bhrata Arjun! Do we have to touch their feet?"

Arjun, confused, turned to Bhima. "Bhrata Bhima, do we have to?"

Bhima, looking at Yudhishthir, finally asked aloud, "Jyesth, do they have to?"

Their whispers, though meant to be quiet, was loud enough for everyone to hear, causing everyone to laugh. The Pandavas, turning red with embarrassment, smiled awkwardly as the Kauravas chuckled.

Vikarna, stepped forward and said, "If you touch our Jyesth's feet, that will be enough. No need to touch all of ours!"

Suyo, hearing his brother added, "There no need for you to -"

But Yudhishthir cut him off, "Arjun, Nakul, Sahadev, touch Suyodhana's feet. He is elder to you."

Obediently, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev stepped forward and bent down to touch Suyo's feet. And Suyo accepted the gesture with a smile.

Bhishma then turned to Suyo and said, "Suyodhana, why don't you take them inside and show them around."

Suyo smiled, "Yes Pitamah."

Ashwa, who had been quietly standing beside his mamashree Kripacharya the entire time, watched the scene unfold with a subtle smile. As the others moved away, Kripacharya placed a hand on Ashwa's shoulder, signalling that it was time to leave.

Once the elders and Ashwa left, everything suddenly felt much quieter.

Suyo took a deep breath. "Come, let me show you the inside of your new home."

Yudhishthir nodded and stepped forward, and the Pandavas followed.

As they walked, the Pandavas noticed the palace was being decorated. Even while coming through the city earlier, they had seen the entire city being decorated as if preparing for a celebration.

Curious Bhima asked, "What's all this preparations for? Is it to welcome us?"

Before Suyo could answer, Sushasana laughed and said, "It's all for our Jyesth Suyo. His birthday is in a week."

Bhima raised an eyebrow, "You mean all this is just for him?"

Sushasana nodded, "Yes, every year the entire Kingdom celebrates his birthday for a week."

Hearing this, Nakul, who had been quietly observing everything, spoke up, "But Bhrata Bhima was born on the same day as well."

Bhima looked at Suyo, unsure how he would react to this revelation. Suyo, however, thinking for a moment, looked at Bhima and smiled. "Then I don't have any problem sharing my day with you. Consider the celebration is for you as well."

Bhima's stern face softened, and for the first time since arriving, a genuine smile spread across his face hearing Suyo's words, and he grinned in approval.

They continued walking until they reached a set of rooms that had been prepared for the Pandavas. Each room was spacious, with luxurious beds and soft cushions, unlike anything the Pandavas had seen before.

"These will be your rooms," Suyo said, stepping aside to let them enter.

The Pandavas looked around, impressed but feeling a little out of place. Having spent most of their lives in the forest, the opulence of the palace was something they were not used to.

They spent the rest of the day in their rooms, hesitant to explore the palace further. Though they had been warmly welcomed, the sheer scale of their new environment made them feel somewhat out of place. The unfamiliar luxury of the beds and the silence of the palace only made them miss the simplicity of their previous life and their parents as well.

As night fell, Suyo came to check on them, "You did not come out of this room...."

The Pandavas looked at each other remained silent.

Suyo added, "Let's go. You must be hungry...." trying to break the awkwardness.

Reluctantly, the Pandavas followed him to the grand dining hall, where the Kauravas were already seated. The atmosphere was lively, with the Kauravas chatting happily amongst themselves. The Pandavas, still adjusting to their new surroundings, quietly took their seats alongside their cousins. Throughout the meal, Suyo made an effort to engage with the Pandavas, asking about their time in the forest and their experiences. The Kauravas also showed genuine interest, and by the end of the meal, the initial awkwardness between the two groups had started to fade.

That night, after everyone had returned to their rooms, Suyo decided to check on the Pandavas. He noticed all five of them were gathered in Yudhishthir's room, lying on the floor instead of using the luxurious beds that had been prepared for them.

Curious, Suyo cleared his throat to get their attention.

Yudhishthir sat up, "We're not used to the beds, We've spent most of our lives sleeping on the ground." he admitted.

Suyo looked around the room for a moment and then said.

"My brothers want to spend some time with you.... Can I bring them here?"

Yudhishthir just nodded and Suyo quickly left and woke up all his brothers and returned shortly after, bringing them. The 100 Kauravas filed into the Pandavas room, filling the space with laughter and energy.

Suyo just sat on the cushion nearby and the Kauravas, one by one, plopped themselves down on the floor, claiming spots near their Jyesth, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

The Kauravas started talking about all sorts of things - stories of their childhood, about the palace, and even some harmless teasing. Eventually, the conversation gave way to drowsiness, and soon, the Kauravas were sprawled out all over the floor, some leaning on each other, others curled up in corners. Only the luxurious bed, prepared for the Pandavas, remained untouched and empty.

The Pandavas looked at each other and then at the empty bed, realizing they had no choice but to use the bed after all. Though it felt strange at first, they soon found themselves drifting off to sleep. For the first time since arriving in Hastinapur, they felt a sense of comfort, surrounded by their newfound brothers.

And so, the first day in Hastinapur ended with the seeds of brotherhood being sown between the Pandavas and the Kauravas.

SUYO, TRUE TO HIS PROMISE TO HIS MOTHER, HAD DONE EVERYTHING HE COULD TO MAKE THE PANDAVAS FEEL AT HOME, SHOWING - THEM - KINDNESS.

But how long would this peace and kindness between them last?

Could this be the first and last time they would share a room?

Could this be the first and last time they would share a meal together?

ONLY TIME, AND THE MYSTERIOUS HANDS OF DESTINY, WOULD REVEAL THE ANSWERS.

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VRINDAVAN -

The sun was just rising over the peaceful village of Vrindavan. Birds chirped in the trees, cows mooed softly in the distance, and the village streets were filled with the sounds of children laughing and playing. The air smelled sweet, like fresh butter and warm milk. And in this peaceful village lived KRISHNA, a boy with a mischievous smile, who was always up to some playful antics with his elder brother, Balarama, and their group of friends.

Every day in Vrindavan was an adventure, especially with Krishna around. The women of the village, especially Yashoda, often found themselves chasing after him as he darted from one place to another, leaving behind laughter - and sometimes a little trouble.

Krishna's love for butter was well-known. The villagers went to great lengths to hide it, tying pots of butter high on rooftops, thinking that surely this would keep Krishna and his friends away.

One day, Krishna and Balarama, along with a few of their friends, spotted the butter pots hanging high above them, out of reach. Balarama, always the more serious of the two, crossed his arms and frowned.

"How are we supposed to reach that, Krishna? It's too high," Balarama said, staring at the Butter pots.

The boys nodded in agreement, seeing the task as impossible.

Krishna, with a playful glint in his eye, smiled. "Dau, you're focusing on the problem. Focus on the solution instead."

Balarama blinked. "Solution? What solution?"

Krishna grinned. "Look around you. We have all the help we need." He gestured to the boys.

One by one, the boys realized what Krishna was suggesting. They began stacking themselves, forming a human pyramid. Krishna, light as a feather, climbed to the top, laughing. With a quick swipe, he grabbed the butter pot.

"See, Dau?" Krishna said, holding the pot proudly. "If we focus on solving the problem, we will always find a way!"

Just as Krishna was about to enjoy the butter, a sharp voice interrupted.

"Krishna!"

Krishna froze, the butter still in his hands. He turned slowly to see Yashoda standing there with her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing at her mischievous son.

"Stealing butter again, are you?" she said.

Krishna flashed his most innocent smile. "Maiya, it's not stealing if the butter was just hanging there waiting to be eaten."

Yashoda wasn't amused. "Enough of your mischief today. You need to learn a lesson!" She grabbed Krishna by the arm and dragged him to the back of their house.

Once there, Yashoda decided that tying Krishna to a large wooden grinding mortar would teach him a lesson. She took a rope and tried to tie him up. But as she tried to bind him, something strange happened - the rope wasn't long enough. She frowned, confused.

Krishna, watching his mother's struggle, softly said. "Maiya, mat bandho na (Maiya, don't tie me)."

"How can this be?" She muttered, fetching a longer rope.

But still, every time, the rope fell 2 inches short. No matter how much she tried, it wouldn't tie around him completely. Yashoda was determined. She fetched yet another rope.

Yashoda's frustration grew and this time, as she tried again, Krishna spoke gently, his voice soft with love. "Maiya, agar pyaar se bandhogi, toh bandh jaunga. (If you tie me with love, I will let myself be bound)"

Yashoda paused, her heart melting at his words. With a sigh, she smiled and gently tied him with love this time, and to her surprise, the rope was more than enough and fit perfectly.

Once Krishna was tied, Yashoda patted him on the head. "Stay here, and don't cause any more trouble, my little butter thief!" She smiled, and left to do her work, leaving Krishna alone.

Soon after, Balarama arrived, laughing at the sight of his brother tied to the mortar.

Krishna looked at his elder brother with eyes full of mischief and innocence. "Dau, it's not what it looks like."

Balarama leaned against a tree smirking. "Oh really? Then why are you tied up?"

Krishna chuckled softly. "DAU, WHEN YOU HAVE SUCH A LOVING MOTHER, SOMETIMES EVEN THE GODS CANNOT RESIST HER WISHES."

Balarama shook his head. "You always have an answer, Kanha."

Krishna smiled, picking up his flute and twirling it in his hands. His eyes closed as he began to play a gentle melody. The soft notes filled the air, reflecting Krishna's calm and playful nature. The music resonated throughout the village and heard by all the Gopis and Radha as well who was drawn to the sound.

Balarama noticed the familiar smile that played on Krishna's lips as he played. "Kanha, I know that smile of yours. What are you really thinking? Whenever you smile like that, it usually means you're up to something."

Krishna opened his eyes, giving a small chuckle. "Dau, what could I possibly be up to?"

Balarama raised an eyebrow. "You, up to nothing? Come on, out with it. What's going on in that clever head of yours?"

Krishna chuckled again. "Dau, you're overthinking. Can't an innocent boy just enjoy a moment of peace tied to this mortar?"

Balarama shook his head with a smile, his voice filled with fondness. "Still acting innocent. You're impossible, Kanha."

Krishna laughed and then suddenly changed the subject. "Dau, I was thinking..... I'd like to visit Hastinapur....."

Balarama raised an eyebrow. "Hastinapur? For what?"

Krishna shrugged. "Just thought I'd visit."

Balarama narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Does this have anything to do with your 'Parth'?"

Krishna's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Parth? Kon Parth, Dau? (Who's Parth, Dau?)"

Balarama sighed. "Come on, Kanha. You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Krishna smiled playfully. "How can I know if you don't explain what you mean?"

Balaram pressed further, "Why do you want to go to Hastinapur then... if not to meet your Arjun?"

Krishna grinned. "Dau, first Parth, now Arjun. What are you talking about? I do not understand. I just want to visit Hastinapur for the sake of my Makhan."

Balaram raised an eyebrow. "Makhan again, Kanha? Is that all you think about? What does Makhan has to do with Hastinapur?"

Krishna smiled. "Trust me, Dau. It's all about the Makhan."

Balarama, still not satisfied, asked, "You're sure it doesn't involve more than just butter? Is it about Suyodhana then? Are you going to side with him th -"

Krishna interrupted not to let him say anything and replied with a grin, "Dau, I WOULD ONLY SIDE WITH ONE PERSON WHO IS CURRENTLY NOT IN HASTINAPUR."

Balarama sighed. "Sometimes I think I'll never understand you, Kanha."

Krishna, just smiled, looking up at the sky, whispering under his breath, "Don't worry, Mahadev. The Makhan will be mine... and Ashwathama will trust you. It's time for ASHWA to know everything." (Just to clarify.... In Chapter 24, I showed that Narayana said to Mahadev he will help Mahadev to gain trust of Ashwa after he is born as Krishna)

Balarama heard him but before he could say anything, a soft voice called from behind.

"Yashoda Nandan?"

"Yashoda Nandan?"

Krishna's face lit up with a smile. "See, Dau? Yashoda Nandan.... That's all I am - just Maiya's little Krishna. Nothing more."

Balarama sighed, shaking his head at his brother's endless antics.

As the voice grew closer, RADHA appeared. She saw Krishna tied to the mortar and covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Krishna, Always finding a way to get yourself in trouble, aren't you?" she said, smiling as she approached.

Krishna shrugged, with an innocent smile. "Trouble just seems to find me, Radha. What can I do?"

Radha carried a small pot in her hands, and Krishna's eyes lit up the moment he saw it.

"What's that, Radha?" Krishna asked, already knowing the answer.

Radha lifted the pot, with a knowing smile. "Makhan, of course. Your favorite."

Krishna, still tied up, leaned forward eagerly. "Ah, Radha, you always know just what I need."

Radha held the pot out of his reach, teasing him. "Why should I give you this butter after all your mischief ?"

Krishna gave her his most innocent look. "Radha, how can I cause mischief when I'm tied up like this?"

Radha laughed, sitting beside him. She took a small piece of butter and held it out to him. Krishna leaned forward, eagerly accepting the bite, his eyes closing in bliss as he savored the taste.

In that moment, everything felt perfect - just the simple joy of childhood, the sweetness of the makhan, and the unspoken bond between Krishna and Radha which is beyond words.

Krishna opened his eyes, smiling at Radha. "Radha, no matter what, your makhan will always taste the sweetest."

Krishna picked up his flute again and started playing a gentle tune. Radha sat beside him, completely absorbed by the music, with a smile on her lips.

Balarama watched them from the side, shaking his head with a smile. "Kanha, you may be tied to that mortar, but somehow, you're still in control of everything."

Krishna chuckled softly. "Ah, Dau, it's not about control. It's about LOVE."

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MAHENDRA GIRI -

Karna was carrying a bunch of dry branches on his shoulder, which Mata Dharani had asked him to bring. He carefully walked towards the hut where Mata Dharani was waiting for him inside.

Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and struck the pot by the entrance, shattering it, and spilling water all over the ground.

Karna immediately recognised the arrow - it was from Ashwa. Excited to read the message, he dropped the dry branches onto the ground. In his hurry, he didn't notice the water and threw the dry branches directly into the puddle, soaking them completely.

Quickly, Karna grabbed the arrow and the arrow transformed into letter in his hand. As he read, he felt really happy - he had successfully prevented his Chote Pitashree's death. Relief washed over him, but before he could fully celebrate, he heard Mata Dharani calling him from inside.

"Karna, Putra, did you bring the branches I asked for?"

Karna froze, he looked at the soaked branches scattered all over the ground. "OH NO!! If Mata Dharani sees this, she will scold me for sure. What should I do now?" he thought.

Before Karna could figure out what to do, he saw Parashurama coming. Without a second thought, Karna quickly escaped the scene hiding behind a tree.

Bhagawan Parashurama arrived at the scene and frowned at the mess of wet branches and spilled water.

"Who did this?" he muttered confused.

Before Parashurama could think further, Mata Dharani comes out from the hut. Seeing the mess, she immediately turned to Parashurama and scolded him.

"Swami! What have you done? Putra Karna brought these branches and you've wasted everything!"

Startled, Parashurama raised his hands in defence. "What did I do? I just came here and it's already a mess! I didn't do this!"

But Mata Dharani was unconvinced.

"Look at all this mess! You're standing here aren't you? Then who else could have done this?" She said, blaming him.

Parashurama, flustered, shouted, "Karna! Karna!"

Unable to ignore his Gurudev's call, Karna stepped out from his hiding spot, trying his best to look both shocked and innocent.

"Gurudev!! What happened here?" Karna exclaimed, starting his overacting as if he had no idea what happened.

Parashurama looked at Karna and he can clearly sees his dear student's overacting. He understood immediately that it was Karna's doing and rolled his eyes. "Stop your acting, Karna. I know it was you who did this. Admit your mistake."

Karna gasped, giving his most innocent look. "Gurudev! HOW CAN YOU ACCUSE ME LIKE THIS?"

Turning to Mata Dharani for support, Karna asked her, "Mata, ask him! Ask him if he saw me do it! Does he have any proof ?"

Mata Dharani, fully understanding the situation but unable to scold her dear son, played along, she asked. "Swami, did you actually see Putra Karna do this?"

Parashurama knew where this was going, he admitted. "No, but-"

Mata Dharani cut him off, defending Karna. "If you did not see it, how can you accuse my innocent son like this?"

Karna nodded in agreement, adding, "Yes, exactly! I'm innocent!"

Karna and Parashurama looked at each other, silently communicating through their eyes. Karna smirked at his gurudev as if saying, "See, Gurudev? I am your student, and you cannot outsmart me." But Parashurama smirked back as if saying, "Then I'm your Guru. Watch me."

Karna's smirk vanished when he saw Parashurama's expression, and he thought, "What is this old man planning now? Something is wrong..."

Parashurama turned to Karna and calmly said, "Karna, 500 push-ups. Go do them now."

Shocked, Karna said, "What?! 500?... But today is supposed to be my day off ! Gurudev you told me I could rest!"

"1000 push-ups," Parashurama corrected.

"Wait!! Gurudev you just said 500! Now it's 1000! Not fair!" Karna whined.

"1500," Parashurama with a smirk added not giving up.

Groaning dramatically, Karna pleaded, "Gurudev, Not today, please... I was supposed to spend time with Mata's today. You said it was my day off ! (more than one so I said Mata's)"

"2000," Parashurama said looking at Karna, enjoying the moment.

Karna finally understood what's going on. He wasn't going to win this one.

He sighed. "Fine!! You win this time."

Turning to Mata Dharani with a sad face, Karna confessed, "Mata, I'm sorry. I did it... I was just so happy to see Mitra Ashwa's message that I made this mess by mistake."

Mata Dharani smiled at him already knowing. "It's okay Putra. I'm sure you didn't mean to do it. It's no problem at all."

Karna hugged her with a smile.

Parashurama looked at the drama before him, couldn't help but complain. "Wait!! Dharani, now that you know he did it, you're not even angry? BUT when you thought It was me, you were furious!"

Mata Dharani placed her hands on her hips and scolded her husband. "Swami, you're Bhagawan Parashurama, the great warrior and my husband. I expect you to be responsible, not creating messes like these. Putra Karna, on the other hand, is my little boy. Even if he makes a mistake, I know he didn't mean to."

Parashurama still not realizing that he cannot win his wife, grumbled. "You scold me without hesitation, but when it comes to that not so innocent looking troublemaker -"

Mata Dharani interrupted, "Enough! stop whining like a child... Even Putra Karna is better than you..."

Karna seeing his Gurudev getting scolded couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. He started laughing loudly, "Hahaha! Gurudev, even Mata Dharani is on my side!!"

But his laughter quickly turned into a cry as Parashurama twisted his ear.

"Come here, you mischief-maker!" Parashurama said, dragging Karna to an open area.

"500 push-ups. Now!" Parashurama commanded.

Karna, sulking, dropped to the ground and began the push-ups, complaining the entire time. "Gurudev, I confessed! Can't I get just one day of rest?"

He mumbled under his breath, still doing the push-ups. "EVER SINCE I CAME HERE, it feels like this old man is treating me like a washing cloth, squeezing every last drop of energy out of me!"

Parashuram hearing Karna's complaints, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Nalayak... You never miss a chance to complain."

Despite his words, Parashurama's tone was more affectionate than harsh. After all, this was the same student who, despite his antics, had shown immense dedication and potential.

After the 50th push-up, Karna said, "I'm starting to believe this is some personal punishment. Eight years, Gurudev! Eight! You've had me doing everything from carrying logs, fetching water, chopping wood, cleaning your weapon, and even chasing after those stubborn horses when they wandered off - just admit it, you must like seeing me suffer."

Parashurama smiled as he continued sharpening his Parshu. It was clear he was familiar with this routine.

Seeing his Gurudev smile, Karna stopped mid-push-up and said, "You're smiling like you're enjoying this. If you want me to do more, just say so!"

Parashurama raised and eyebrow and said, "Did I tell you to stop? If you can whine, you can do more. How about 1000 push-ups now?"

Karna immediately dropped back down, hurriedly resuming the push-ups. "Gurudev, please! That was not a suggestion! You cannot just increase the number like that!"

After a few minutes of silence, Karna spoke again. This boy cannot even stay silent for a moment, Parashurama thought.

"Gurudev, you always find a way to keep me on my toes! Yet when it comes to Mata Dharani you always fai-"

Parashurama didn't even let him finish. In a swift motion, he pointed his Parshu directly at Karna. "That has nothing to do with this."

The sternness in his voice was clear, but His expression said it all - despite his stern demeanor, he cherished these moments with Karna. Only Karna could talk to him like this and get away with it without breaking a sweat.

Karna brust out laughing but did not stop his push-ups, unable to resist teasing his Gurudev. "I wasn't going to say it... Gurudev.... Even though it's true..."

Parashurama's lips curled into a fond smile as he replied, "You never fail to test my patience, Karna."

As he was almost done, 498 push-ups, Karna said, "Gurudev, One day, I'll make you admit that I'm the best student you ever h-"

HIS VOICE BEGAN TO FADE, HIS BODY FELT HEAVIER, AND HIS VISION STARTED TO BLUR. BEFORE HE KNEW IT, HE COLLAPSED TO THE GROUND, UNCOUNCIOUS.

Parashurama who had been watching Karna, immediately rushed to Karna seeing him uncouncious. But instead of panic, a smile formed on his lips as he understood what was happening.

Parashurama's eyes softened as HE REMEMBERED SOMETHING. HE SAT BESIDE KARNA, GENTLY LIFTING KARNA'S HEAD ONTO HIS LAP.

Parashurama spoke softly, more to himself than anyone else. "THIS TIME, I DON'T HAVE TO CURSE YOU, KARNA."

Tears filled Parashurama's eyes as he stroked Karna's hair. "I ALREADY KNEW, KARNA. BEFORE YOU CAME HERE TO MAHENDRA GIRI, I KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. GURUDEV HAS TOLD ME EVERYTHING - YOUR FATE, YOUR STRUGGLES AND YOUR DESTINY."

The tears flowed freely now, as Parashurama gazed at his unconscious student with deep affection. "BUT THIS TIME... THIS TIME, YOU WILL GET EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE. NO CURSES, NO INSULTS. ONLY WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS."

Parashurama wiped his tears and took a deep breath, his expression becoming resolute.

"I JAMADAGNI PUTRA, MAHADEV'S DISCIPLE - PARASHURAMA - VOW - THAT I WILL MAKE YOU THE GREATEST ARCHER AFTER MY GURUDEV. YOU WILL SURPASS EVEN ME, KARNA. I WILL TEACH YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE LEARNED. AND THIS TIME... THERE WILL BE NO CURSE."

Parashurama placed his hand over Karna's heart, as if sealing his vow, his heart filled with both pride and a fatherly affection for his beloved student. As he looked down at uncouncious Karna, he whispered with a smile, "I DON'T NEED TO ADMIT IT. I ALREADY KNOW YOU ARE THE BEST STUDENT I'VE EVER HAD."

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HASTINAPUR -

Two days later... Still there's time for Aditya and Suyo's birthday

The Pandavas had begun to settle into life in Hastinapur. They had began to enjoy the palace's grandeur. The Kauravas had made efforts to include them in their activities, and for a time, it seemed like the bond of brotherhood between the two groups was growing strong.

That afternoon, Yudhisthir was with Bhishma,

Bhima and Nakul together,

while Arjun and Sahadev were together on their own - Arjun practicing Archery and Sahadev watching him.

Suyo and Ashwa had talked and have become good friends in these two days. As they were walking together, they saw Arjun practising archery. Ashwa, already good at archery, saw Arjun and noticed something he felt was wrong in Arjun's form or technique.

Suyo noticed Ashwa looking at Arjun and nudged him.

"If you are thinking something, then just go and say it." Suyo suggested.

Ashwa looked at Suyo but hesitated, he didnt want to go. "Leave it, Mitra."

Suyo, however, wasn't one to let things slide. He grabbed Ashwa's arm and dragged him towards Arjun.

Arjun and Sahadev saw them. Suyo introduced Ashwa to them, "Arjun, Sahadev, he is Ashwathama, my Mitra."

They both nodded at Suyo.

Suyo nudged Ashwa again, urging him to speak up. Reluctantly, Ashwa turned to Arjun, pointing out what he had observed about his technique, trying to offer advice.

Arjun didn't like being corrected, especially by someone he barely knew. But before he could reply....

SUDDENLY, AN ARROW, LANDED BETWEEN THE FOUR OF THEM, SEPARATING SUYO AND ASHWA ON ONE SIDE AND ARJUN AND SAHADEV ON THE OTHER.

Ashwa immediately recognised the arrow - the sun symbol on the arrow - it was unmistakable. The arrow is from Karna to him. BUT before he could reach down to pick it up, Arjun had already noticed it.

Arjun picked up the arrow and turned to Sahadev, holding it up for him to see.

"Look!! Sahadev. It's the same arrow we saw before - The one that was sent to Pitashree."

Hearing Arjun, Ashwa was shocked, but he realised that Karna must have used the message arrow and maybe Karna's message must be the reason Pandu decided to leave for penance. But Ashwa had no time to think about it, HE HAS TO READ THE LETTER FIRST.

"Give me the arrow, Arjun" Ashwa requested, extending his hand.

Arjun denies, "Why should I give it to you?"

"Because it was meant for me. My friend sent it to me.

Then Arjun said, "Friend? So, ADITYA is your friend?"

Ashwa froze. He hadn't expect Arjun to know Karna's name.

Suyo, who was quietly listening to them, now looked at Ashwa, his curiosity piqued.

"ADITYA?" Suyo repeated turning to Ashwa.

"You said this arrow is from your friend... So... Your friend's name is Aditya?" Suyo asked Ashwa.

Ashwa's mind raced. He don't know what to say, he thought. "Should I tell Suyo about Karna? Mamashree Kripa has said not to talk about Karna to anyone, but maybe Suyo deserved to know. Karna was, after all, Suyo's brother."

Ashwa said. "Yes... Aditya is my friend and Suyo... he is you-"

Before he could finish his sentence Yuyutsu came running toward them, panting.

"Bhrata Suyo! Come quickly! Bhima, Sushasana and others... It's bad. You must come now! Nakul went to bring Jyesth Yudhisthir as well..." Yuyutsu said.

Without a second thought, all four followed Yuyutsu, and THE ARROW IS STILL WITH ARJUN ONLY.

When they arrived, they found Kauravas are gathered around and someone lying on the ground.

Suyo rushed over and saw Sushasana and Shon on ground, badly injured.

Ashwa immediately knelt beside Shon, lifting him up checking for injuries.

Suyo also noticed the injuries on both and asked, "What happened here?"

One of the Kauravas, spoke up. "Jyesth, Bhima challenged us to a duel. We agreed, but... he was too strong." He pointed to Sushasana, who was badly hurt, bleeding from his head. "Bhrata Sushasana got hurt too."

Bhima, not wanting to fight Suyo and his brothers over an outsider, quickly spoke up, "I didn't mean for Sushasana and others (Kauravas) to get hurt I am sorry for that."

Bhima ONLY apologized to Sushasana and other Kauravas whom he hurt.

Suyo nodded at Bhima's apology to his brothers for hurting them, but his eyes were still on Shon. "That doesn't explain why Mitra Shon is lying on ground?"

One of the Kauravas explained that "Bhrata Shon saw Sushasana hurt and tried to stop Bhima. But Bhima - " Shon stops the Kaurava from saying anything further.

Shon looks at Ashwa and said, "Bhrata Ashwa, Let's go..."

But Suyo stops Shon by his hand and turns to Yuyutsu, he knows that Yuyutsu will not hide anything so Suyo asked Yuyutsu what happened.

Yuyutsu said, "Bhrata Shon saw Sushasana and others getting hurt so he tried to stop Bhima but... Bhima asked him who he was and when Bhrata Shon told him he was Adhirath Baba and Radha Ma's son..."

Suyo raised an eyebrow, waiting for Yuyutsu to continue, "Bhima called Bhrata Shon a Sut Putra and pushed him."

At the mention of the term Sut Putra, Suyo's face darkened. He turned to Bhima, his voice firm. "Did you call him that?"

"What if I did?" Bhima snapped.

"And Mitra? Bhrata? You are calling a Sut Putra as -" before Bhima could complete Suyo's angry voice cut him off.

"Don't you dare call him that! He has a name, and yes he is my friend - no - my brother. We have our reasons to consider him as our brother, and you have no right to insult anyone."

A heavy silence followed Suyo's words. The tension between Bhima and Suyo is clearly visible to anyone who sees them.

Ashwa sensing the situation was escalating, quickly stepped forward.

"Mitra Suyo, leave it.... Shon, let's go." Ashwa said quietly, trying to calm things down.

But Suyo wasn't done. His gaze remain locked in bhima. "Apologize to Mitra Shon. Now."

Bhima looked at Suyo, "Are you serious? You want me to apologize to a Sut Putra?" He scoffed, refusing to back down.

Suyo gets angry hearing Bhima, but then Bhishma COMES there with Yudhisthir.

(When Yuyutsu went to get Suyo, Nakul went to get Yudhisthir, since Yudhisthir is with Bhishma, Bhishma also came)

"What is going on here?" Bhishma demanded, his presence silencing everyone.

Suyo stepped forward and explained the situation, his voice calm but firm. Bhima remained silent as the story was told, but his defiance was still clear in his stance.

Bhishma turned to Bhima, his tone stern. "SUYO IS RIGHT. You should not have called Shon a Sut Putra, and you did push him YOU ARE THE ONE WRONG HERE BHIMA."

Suyo, not willing to let the matter slide, spoke again. "Apologize Bhima, Right now."

Bhima clenched his fits in frustration. "I WILL NOT," he muttered, looking away.

Yudhisthir, sensing the growing tension, placed a hand on Bhima's shoulder. "Bhima, Apologize. What you did was wrong..." he said softly.

Bhima's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jyesth, you too ?" He asked, his voice was full of shock.

Yudhishthir simply nodded.

But Bhima is silent.

To finish the matter now itself Yudhisthir turned to Shon to apologize. "I apologize on my brother's beha-"

Bhima seeing his Jyesth (Yudhisthir) apologize, turned to Shon. "I'm...sorry" he mumbled, his voice barely audible and without sincerity. Then without waiting for a response, he left from there, clearly angry.

The apology was half-hearted, and seeing Bhima leave made Suyo angry.

Before Suyo could react, Ashwa placed a hand on his arm, shaking his head as if to say, LET IT GO FOR NOW....

Then everyone dispersed with the Pandavas going after Bhima.

ARJUN STILL HAS THE ARROW IN HIS HAND, AND HE DID NOT GIVE IT TO ASHWA.

Later that evening, Suyo decided to take some sweets to the Pandavas. He wanted to smooth things over with Bhima for what happened earlier. But as he approached their room, he overheard their conversation.

"I didn't do anything wrong, Jyesth. Why should I apologize for calling him for what he is? Why did Suyodhana has to make me apologize to that Sut Putra? Why is Suyodhana treating him like a brother when he's just a Sut Putra?" Bhima was saying his voice frustrated.

Yudhishthir sighed. "It wasn't about Shon being a Sut Putra, Bhima. It's about respect."

Suyo paused, standing just outside the door. Hearing the Pandavas differing view made him realise something: Everyone's perspectives, their opinions can be different.

Suyo and his brothers grew up with the whole kingdom regardless of their caste or background come together and celebrates his birthday. OVER YEARS HE REALIZED THAT ONES BIRTH DIDN'T DICTATE ONE'S WORTH. And Radha ma she always treated Suyo and his brothers like her children and took care of them since they are born. SO TO HIM, INSULTING SOMEONE BECAUSE OF THESE REASONS WAS SIMPLY WRONG.

Suyo just stood there, thinking what he should do when Yuyutsu comes there. "Bhrata, why are you just standing here?"

Suyo handed the tray of sweet to Yuyutsu. "Take these to them" he said quietly. "It's seems... Bhima is still angry with me..."

Yuyutsu looked at Suyo with concern, "Bhrata, about what happened earlier - you should talk to them about it... Maybe make them understand..."

Suyo just smiles and says "Yuyutsu.. my birthday is coming when they see the entire Kingdom celebrating together, no matter their caste or status. They will understand... INSULTING SOMEONE FOR THEIR BIRTH IS WRONG..."

Yuyutsu nodded.

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MAHENDRA GIRI

Karna sat near the edge of a cliff on Mahendra Giri, the wind gently tousling his hair. His eyes were distant, as if waiting for something.

CHIRAYU, the white eagle, perched on Karna's shoulder, silently observing Karna's unease.

"Chirayu... Ashwa... He did not reply to my message... I think something is wrong.... Did he sa....?" Karna said.

Chirayu flapped his wings softly, as if sensing Karna's concern.

Karna quickly pulled out a small piece of parchment, writing something. Tying the letter to Chirayu's leg.

"Take this to Ashwa... He may need this to..." Karna said

Chirayu spread his wings and took to the air, soaring higher and higher until he disappeared from view.

Just as Karna watched Chirayu vanish, Parashurama called him from the distance.

"Karna"

Karna turned, casting one last glance at the sky before saying, "Coming, Gurudev."

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