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I hope you got clarity of the story so far and are reading it as the events which are changing after Kala chakra has turned... I will be talking about the events which happened before Kala chakra has turned as well so don't get confused...

The events will follow Mahabharata timeline but with changes and also each character's motivations and choices would be changed respectively...

The chapter is long so I request you to have some patience while you read... Happy Reading!

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The next morning, Suyodhana and his brothers were gathered in Suyo's room, talking amongst themselves when Shakuni entered, a relaxed smile on his face.

Suyo looked at his mamashree and greeted him with a smile. "Mamashree? What are you doing here?"

Shakuni walked over and sat down beside them. "I thought I'd spend some time with my dear nephews. It's been a while since we all sat together."

Suyo smiled and nodded. "It has, Mamashree. You only visit once a year on my birthday. We've missed you so much."

Shakuni smiled back, looking at Suyo with genuine affection. "So, what are you boys talking about?"

Sushasana, sitting next to Suyo, answered immediately. "Mamashree, we are talking about the Pandavas."

Vikarna added, "Jyesth is telling us that from now on we should treat them as they treat us."

Shakuni nodded approvingly. "Good... Very good." He looked directly at Suyo, with pride in his eyes, "So, finally you are taking my advice after all?"

Suyo nodded, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "I suppose so, Mamashree. You told us to treat them as they treat us. If they are kind, we'll be kind in return. But if they look down on us, we won't bow to them. We've tried being kind, but Bhima always starts trouble. He hurts my brothers and things escalate into fights. What you said seems fair..."

Shakuni leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Suyo, mere bache, I've been thinking. If you want to stop the trouble the Pandavas have been causing, especially Bhima, there might be a way."

Suyo blinked confused. "What do you mean Mamasheee? I don't understand."

Shakuni's expression turned serious, his tone almost conspiratorial. "From the moment the Pandavas arrived in Hastinapur, I've seen how you and your brothers have suffered. Bhima has been the cause of most of your pain. Why should you endure this? Why not take revenge? I have a plan to get rid of Bhima once and for all."

Suyo hesitated, unsure of where this was going, but curiosity prompted him at ask, "What plan, Mamashree?"

Shakuni eyes gleamed with intent as he replied. "Poison him. End it, once and for all. If Bhima is out of the way, your brothers will be safe. You'll never have to deal with Bhima's bullying again."

Suddenly, a voice boomed from the doorway.

"GANDHAR RAJ!!!"

It was Ashwa, who had come looking for Suyo. He stood at the entrance, glaring at Shakuni.

Ashwa stormed into the room, stepping between Shakuni and the Kauravas.

"GandharRaj, I can't believe you would suggest such a thing!" Ashwa's voice was filled with anger. "Poisoning a child? Have you lost all sense of morality?"

Shakuni turned to face Ashwa, maintaining his calm smile. "And... what would you have them do, Ashwatthama? Did you not see how Bhima has hurt my nephews? Just yesterday, he called Suyo a bad omen. I'm merely offering a solution, a way to protect them."

Ashwa's eyes blazed with righteous anger. "A solution? You call this a solution? You're talking about murdering a child! What kind of person are you to suggest such a thing?"

Shakuni's voice remained calm, almost cold. "I'm someone who protects his family, Ashwatthama. Sometimes... difficult choices must be made to safeguard the ones you love."

Ashwa turned to Suyo, his voice now softer, pleading. "Mitra Suyo, don't listen to him. This isn't right. You know it's not."

Suyo looked at Ashwa and asked. "Mitra... then what do you suggest I should do?"

Ashwa took a deep breath, his tone calm yet firm. "Mitra, don't do anything... Let Bhima's actions speak for themselves. If you and your brothers don't react, then the truth will be clear to everyone. And who do you think will be punished then?"

Ashwa stepped closer to Suyo, meeting his gaze. "Right now, every fight that starts between you and Pandavas ends with both sides getting punished because you retaliate. But if Pandavas or Bhima is the only one fighting, the truth will come out, and they'll face the consequences alone. You don't need to lower yourself to their level. Just don't engage. Stand your ground, but with dignity. Let them show their true nature to everyone."

Suyo considered Ashwa's words carefully. Slowly, he nodded.

"Mitra, you are right," Suyo said, his voice firm. "There is no need for us to lower ourselves to their level. If we don't respond to Bhima's words or actions, it will become clear to everyone who the real troublemaker is."

He turned to his brothers, who had been silently watching. "From now on, we won't react to Bhima's taunts or fights. If he fights, let him... Let him show his true nature while we stand tall and maintain our dignity."

All 99 Kauravas nodded in agreement, trusting their Jyesth's decision. Shakuni, however, remained silent, his expression unreadable as he watched.

As Suyo finished speaking, one by one, the Kauravas began to leave the room.

Ashwa stood silently, watching them, his eyes then shifted to Shakuni.

Ashwa's mind raced, his thoughts swirling with concern and suspicion. "Gandhar Raj... I will not let you poison my friend's mind this time. I don't know what your true intentions are, but if they are as what Mahadev showed me... then you will have to face me and Mitra Karna before you even come close to Suyo."

Turning to Suyo, Ashwa said, "Mitra, let's go."

Suyo nodded.

As they stepped out of the room, Shakuni smiled, he had not moved from his spot, still seated with a calm, unreadable expression on his face. "Perhaps your approach might hold merit, Ashwatthama... But will it work? And... if the Pandavas cause trouble for my nephews, then I will not stay silent."

Suyo turned to Ashwa asking, "Mitra, where are we going?"

Ashwa replied, "Maharaj Dhritharastra has asked me to bring you."

Suyo looked confused and asked, "For what?"

Ashwa smiled and said, "Mahamahim Bhishma has asked my father to teach all Kuru princes. So, he wants to talk to you and Yudhisthir about this."

Suyo's eyes widened in realization. "Your father... will be our Gurudev?"

Ashwa nodded.

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Meanwhile, Bhima, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev were walking through the palace corridors. Yudhishthir had gone to meet Bhishma, leaving the four brothers to themselves.

As they wandered, it became clear that they were lost. Bhima grumbled, "We've been walking for ages, and still no sign of the kitchen. I'm starving!"

Nakul looked around and signed, "It's such a big palace. We've looked in all direction, but we still haven't found the kitchen."

Sahadav, ever observant, turned to Nakul. "Nakul... Didn't you go to the kitchen with Bhrata Bhima before? Can't you remember the way?"

Nakul nodded, but with a sheepish smile. "Yes, I went... But Bhrata Bhima dragged me there at night when I was half asleep... I don't remember the way."

Bhima rolled his eyes. "Of course. You're of no use, Nakul! I should have taken Arjun or Sahadev with me instead."

Nakul crossed his arms and retorted, "Bhrata, you were the one who took me there! How can you not remember?"

Bhima shot back, "I don't bother remembering such trivial things like directions to the kitchen. I focus on more important matters - like food!"

Just then, they spotted a group of guards passing by. Bhima quickly waved them over. "You there! Can u tell us the way to the kitchen?"

The guards nodded and gave a detailed route. "Yes Rajkumar. Go straight down this corridor, take a left at the big archway, pass the hall with the red pillar, another right after the hallway with the statues, then a left after the courtyard. Finally, take two rights, and once you're there, you can use your nose to follow the scent of food."

The guards bowed and left, leaving the four brothers staring at each other.

Arjun scratched his head, confused. "Did anyone catch all of that?"

Nakul shook his head. "I think I lost him after the first left."

Sahadav chuckled. "Forget the directions. The guard gave us the best advice in the end - just follow the smell of food!"

Bhima grinned widely. "Exactly! Our noses will lead the way." He started sniffing the air, moving forward like a man on a mission.

Suddenly, Bhima exclaimed excitedly. "I can smell mangoes!!!"

Without wasting another moment, Bhima dragged his brothers along with him, following the irresistible scent.

They finally approached the mango orchard. Mango trees stretched as far as the eye could see.

Bhima's eyes lit up. "Look at these mangoes! Forget the kitchen - Just imagine the taste!" He rubbed his hands together, practically salivating at the thought.

Arjun chuckled, his eyes scanning the highest branches. "I bet I can pick the largest one from the highest branch."

"Let's see who can pick more mangoes" Nakul challenged, already eyeing the trees.

With that, Arjun, Nakul and Sahadev raced off to pick as many mangoes as they could, climbing up trees and reaching for the juiciest fruits.

Determined to outdo his brothers, Bhima went to a nearby tree but he noticed some Kauravas were already climbing up and struggling to reach the mangoes hanging from the branches.

Scanning the area, Bhima noticed more Kauravas at different trees.

So he approached the younger Kauravas, who were still attempting to climb. "Hey, you two! Go find another tree! These mangoes are mine!"

The younger Kauravas hesitated, looking at each other. But remembering what their Jyesth had told them, they just nodded and left without a word.

Once they were gone, Bhima grabbed hold of the tree's trunk and shook it with all his strength, causing the mangoes to rain down around him.

As the mangoes hit the ground, Arjun called out from a high branch, "Bhrata Bhima, you don't need to shake the tree. Try climbing for a change!"

Sahadav, watching Bhima, smirked and whispered to Nakul, "Nakul I give him five seconds before he starts shaking another tree."

Nakul grinned, "Dev, I'll just give him three seconds..."

Bhima, of course, didn't disappoint. He moved to another tree and repeated the process two more times (sending Kauravas away, shaking the tree). Soon the ground was littered with mangoes.

"Brothers!" Bhima called out triumphantly. "Come and enjoy these mangoes! They were gained with my strength - far better than the ones you plucked with your hands."

Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev, smiling, climbed down from the trees and started gathering up the mangoes scattered on the ground.

Next, Bhima turned to the tree where Sushasana and Vikarna were perched. "Sushasana! Vikarna! I need this tree. Get down!" Bhima demanded.

Sushasana protested, trying to keep his tone polite despite his irritation. "Bhima, you've already picked so many mangoes! Leave this one for us."

Bhima crossed his arms and replied arrogantly. "Why should I? I'm the strongest here, and I'll take whatever I want!"

Sushasana opened his mouth to retort, clearly angry at Bhima, but Vikarna placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him just in time. Sushasana clenched his fists, his anger barely contained.

"We will leave, Bhima." Vikarna said, his voice calm yet firm.

But before Sushasana and Vikarna could climb down, Bhima gripped the tree and shook it with even greater force. The sudden jolt caused both of them to lose their grip, and with a loud thud, they fell to the ground.

"Aahhh!!"

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Meanwhile, Dhritharastra, Bhishma, Yudhishthir, Suyodhana, and Ashwa were walking through the palace corridors, their conversation centred around the upcoming Gurukul training.

"Putra Suyodhana, Yudhishthir." Bhishma smiled fondly as he spoke, "Dronachraya is a great teacher. He will guide you in mastering your skills, so learn well and respect him."

Dhritharastra nodded, adding, "During your time in Gurukul, remember one thing - no matter what differences arise between you, you must always look after each other as brothers."

Both Yudhisthir and Suyo replied together, "Yes, Pitamah. Yes, Pitashree."

Dhritharastra then turned to Ashwatthama, who was silently walking beside Suyo. "Putra Ashwatthama, I trust you. I know you will take care of them as you always have. Be there for my sons..." He paused then added, "And... Pandu's sons as well."

Ashwa replied. "I will Maharaj. You have my word."

As they continued walking, they noticed a group of Kauravas approaching from the opposite direction, looking sad and dejected.

Suyo immediately noticed the change in their expressions and asked, concerned, "What happened? Why do you all look so upset?"

Chitrasen, the youngest of the group, hesitated before speaking. His voice was filled with sadness. "Jyesth... we were picking mangoes, but Bhima... sent us away from the mango tree. He said the mangoes were his and told us to find another tree."

Another Kaurava quickly added, "Yes Jyesth. And he did the same to others as well. He's not even picking them properly, just shaking the trees and letting the mangoes fall everywhere."

Then another Kaurava, looking down at the ground, muttered, "So... we just left from there... instead of fighting back like you told us."

Dhritharastra's expression remained calm as he processed their words. He spoke with quiet authority, "Let us go and see what is happening."

With that, Bhishma, Yudhisthir, Suyo, Ashwa, and the Kauravas followed Dhritharastra toward the mango orchard.

As they began to move, SHAKUNI, who was passing by, noticed the commotion. He stopped and, after hearing part of the conversation, decided to follow as well, curious about the unfolding situation.

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As they reached the mango orchard, they immediately saw Bhima standing among the scattered mangoes.

Bhishma witnessed the conversation between Bhima, Sushasana, and Vikarna and also saw Bhima shaking the tree violently, causing both Sushasana and Vikarna to fall with a loud thud.

Bhima stood triumphant, a satisfied smirk crossing his face as he looked down at them. "Now you know my strength and remember the strongest takes what he wants."

However, Bhima's smirk quickly faded when he saw them struggle to get up. Sushasana held his side, wincing from the impact, while Vikarna tried to stand, rubbing his arm, clearly injured.

Before Bhima could react, he heard a familiar voice calling out, sharp and commanding.

"Bhima!!"

It was Yudhishthir, along with Dhritharastra, Bhishma, Suyo, Ashwa, and Kauravas walking toward him.

Bhishma stood silently, observing the scene.

Dhritharastra, though blind, he heard everything - the conversation, the fall, and the pain in his son's voices and Bhima's arrogance.

Suyo, seeing his brothers injured, instinctively moved to rush toward Bhima, but Ashwa grabbed his arm, stopping him just in time.

"Wait, Mitra Suyo," Ashwa whispered urgently.

Ashwa then asked Bhishma. "Mahamahim, you saw what just happened. Why are you just standing there? Will you not say anything to Bhima? Will you allow this to continue?"

Before Bhishma could say anything. Dhritharastra, standing next to them, spoke. "Tatshree, I may not see, but I heard everything. And I can clearly understand the situation. Bhima's actions are unacceptable. He should be punished."

The mention of punishment caused Bhima's eyes to widen in shock.

Bhishma remained silent looking at Bhima. All eyes turned toward him, waiting for his judgement.

Hearing Dhritharastra talking about punishment, Yudhisthir quickly stepped forward toward Bhishma.

"Pitamah, I understand that Bhima was wrong, but I'm sure he didn't mean any harm, it was just a mistake. Please forgive him this time. I'll make sure he understands his mistake."

Suyo, standing nearby, rolled his eyes and muttered. "Of course, what else can I expect you to say?"

His words were loud enough for everyone, especially Yudhishthir, to hear. And yes, the remark was clearly intentional. Yudhishthir glanced at Suyo.

Before the situation can escalate further, Bhishma finally spoke. "Putra Yudhisthir. You saw what Bhima did was wrong, he must understand that with strength comes responsibility. And yesterday he called Suyo a bad omen again... I can turn a blind eye once, but twice?... No, This cannot go unchecked... Bhima should face the consequences of his behavior, or he will not learn the value of restraint and respect. He should be punished..."

Yudhishthir lowered his head slightly, accepting Bhishma's judgement, while Suyo looked at Ashwa and both shared a secret smile.

Bhishma turned toward Bhima, his tone stern. "You used your strength recklessly, not to protect or support, but to harm those who should be your brothers. You think strength alone makes you powerful, but it is worthless if it is misused."

Bhishma paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before continuing. "As punishment, you will stand outside the mandir. You will stay there until the first light of dawn tomorrow without food or water, starting this very afternoon. You will use this time to reflect on your actions and understand the true meaning of strength."

Bhima opened his mouth to protest, "Pitamah...!" But one warning look from Bhishma silenced him immediately, and he stood quietly, knowing there was no arguing with Bhishma's judgment.

Dhritharastra nodded in approval. "This is fair, Tatshree. Bhima must learn from this."

Meanwhile, Suyo and Ashwa exchanged satisfied glances, their silent victory clear on their faces.

Bhima clenched his fists, seeing the smirks on their faces, but he knew better than to speak in front of everyone.

Bhishma turned to the others. "You all may return to your chambers. This matter is now settled."

With that Bhishma and Dhritharastra left.

Shakuni, who had remained silent until now, stayed back, deep in thought. "Ashwathama's advice seems to have worked. Hmm... Not everything has to be achieved through deceit, after all.... Sometimes, letting others act and fail on their own is enough. Bhima's arrogance worked against him, and Suyodhana didn't even need to intervene."

Just as Suyo turned to leave, Yudhishthir called out, "Wait! Suyodhana."

Suyo turned back with a confused look. "What is it?"

Yudhishthir's expression was serious as he spoke. "Suyodhana, why do you dislike me so much? What have I done? I always considered you my younger brother-"

Suyo cut him off sharply. "Do you really want to know why?"

Before Suyo could say more, Ashwa, sensing the tension, grabbed his arm to stop him. Ashwa could clearly see where this conversation was leading, and he did not want more division between the Kauravas and Pandavas.

But Suyodhana gently pulled his arm free. "Mitra, please don't stop me. Let me speak."

Ashwa sighed and let go, stepping back, allowing Suyodhana to speak his mind.

Suyo turned his full attention to Yudhishthir. "Yes, I don't like you. I will never consider you as my Jyesth - my elder brother. Do you want to know why?"

Yudhishthir remained silent, allowing Suyo to continue.

"Yesterday, when Bhima called me a bad omen for the second time, what did you do? You corrected him. You told him he was wrong. You did your duty as a Jyesth, and I respected that." Suyo asked.

He paused, his voice becoming colder. "But when I, your 'younger brother', stood before you and asked you to give up the throne for me - when I put that outrageous demand before you - what did you do? Nothing. Not a word."

He continued. "You didn't tell me I was wrong. You didn't tell me I was out of line. If you truly saw me as your brother, you would have corrected me right then, just like you did with Bhima. I expected you to... But you didn't. That's why I don't see you as my Jyesth. You failed in that moment - No - You failed every time I gave you a chance."

Bhima, hearing Suyo talk to his Jyesth in such a manner, stepped forward, cracking his fingers. "And you know Suyodhana, brothers need to be taught a lesson when they disrespect their elder."

Yudhishthir immediately ordered. "Bhima keep quiet."

Suyo completely ignoring Bhima, continued. "And now... Did you not see how your brother pushed mine off the tree? And still, all you did was defend your brother from punishment. This is why you will never be my Jyesth."

Yudhishthir tried to reason. "Suyodhana, Bhima is my brother, and so are you and your brothers. I now understand I have failed you -"

But Suyodhana cut him off. "I DON'T CARE... I DON'T WANT US TO FIGHT. I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ENEMIES OF MY OWN KIN. BUT UNDERSTAND THIS - I WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO TAKE THE THRONE. NOT WHILE I STAND HERE."

Yudhishthir, though hurt by Suyo's words, responded camly. "I understand your feelings, Suyodhana. But I am still elder to you. By birthright, the throne belongs to me, and I will not give it up."

Suyo's gaze remained unwavering. "Then prepare yourself, Yudhishthir because I won't stand by and let you take the throne."

Shakuni, who had been silently observing the exchange, raised and eyebrow. "Give up the throne? Does Pandu Putra Yudhishthir really think that the throne is his? With Aditya's identity hidden, perhaps this could happen..." He smirked to himself thinking, "It will be interesting when Aditya returns, and Yudhishthir realizes the throne he speaks of was never his to claim..."

Shakuni was also surprised at Suyo's fierce words, and thought to himself, "Suyodhana wants to be king? Putra Suyo, if Aditya is not there as your eldest brother, then perhaps I would do everything to make you king. But now, the throne of Hastinapur only belongs to your Jyesth Bhrata, Aditya." (A hint for upcoming chapters: Shakuni will do everything to make SUYO the king of Hastinapur 🤫)

Finally, Shakuni stepped forward breaking his silence. "Putra Suyodhana, mere bache, let me ask you something. If you had an elder brother, would you still fight for the throne?"

Suyodhana angrily pointed at Yudhishthir. "Mamashree, Yudhishthir will never be my Jyesth."

Shakuni, ever the master of words, twisted the question. "Yes, he is not your Jyesth, and I completely agree with you. But... let me rephrase my question then. What if it were someone else? Someone worthy of being your Jyesth? Would you still fight for the throne?"

Suyodhana, taken aback by the question, thought for a moment, then he looked at his Mamashree and replied. "Mamashree, my 99 brothers follow me without a question because I am their Jyesth. And IF I HAD AN ELDER BROTHER - SOMEONE WHO I WOULD TRULY CONSIDER MY JYESTH - I WOULD FOLLOW HIM WITHOUT QUESTION. I wouldn't need to fight for the throne because I don't desire it."

Shakuni smiled, satisfied with Suyo's reply.

Shakuni stood back as the Pandavas and Kauravas parted ways, going in opposite directions. The seeds of conflict had been sown, but Shakuni had not yet played an active role. He was merely a silent observer... FOR NOW.

But how long will Shakuni remain a silent observer before he becomes an active participant in the growing divide between the brothers? Only time will tell.

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A/N :-

Suyo doesn't truly want the throne for himself, he simply dislikes Yudhishthir and can't bear the idea of him becoming king. He knows that as the eldest, Yudhishthir has a rightful claim to the throne, and Suyo is willing to fight - not out of ambition, but to prevent Yudhishthir from becoming the king.

Yudhishthir, on the other hand, sees himself as the rightful heir simply because he is the eldest. His motivation is straightforward: He believes it is his duty as the eldest to claim the throne. There's no deeper plot or hunger for power - Yudhishthir is just standing firm on what he believes is his birthright, based on the principles of dharma and family hierarchy.

Shakuni has not done anything yet, but his thoughts made it clear that his first choice for the throne is Aditya, his eldest nephew. But if Aditya is not the king of Hastinapur, then it would be Suyodhana. That's it. Simple and direct.

Finally, there's Ashwa. He doesn't want to see fights between the brothers or don't want the gaps growing between them. Yet, still he has chosen to stand by Suyo. Simply said, Ashwa is just torn between what he should do versus what he is doing.

And as for elders they don't even know the talk between Yudhishthir and Suyodhana.... In other words they know that Pandavas and Kauravas has their differences but don't know the distance growing between them... They will have no words to say when Karna will question them after his return...

I hope this scene and explanation gave you a clearer idea of what each character wants.

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The Pandavas arrived at the mandir, where Gandhari was preparing for the afternoon puja, her hands gracefully arranging flowers for her Aaradhya.

Hearing the footsteps and quiet whispers of the Pandavas, Gandhari turned toward them. "Putra Yudhishthir?" she called out gently.

Yudhishthir stepped forward. "Ji Mata?"

Gandhari smiled slightly. "What brings you all here at this hour? Do you need something?"

Before Yudhishthir can reply Nakul spoke up. "Mata, Pitamah has given us a punishment to stand outside the mandir until dawn."

Bhima quickly interjected, "No, Mata. The punishment was for me alone, not for all of us."

Gandhari's brow furrowed slightly. "Then why are all of you here?"

Sahadev answered, "Mata Kunti... She always says that whatever we brothers receive, whether it is joy or pain, we should share it equally among ourselves."

Yudhishthir added, "Since Bhima has been given a punishment, we all thought we would stand with him."

Arjun, spoke up. "Mata, we are a family. If one of us falters, the rest of us stand by his side. It's what makes us stronger together."

Gandhari's lips curled into a gentle smile, touched by their bond. But she knew they needed guidance. "Your unity as brothers is admirable, and your loyalty to one another is something every mother would be proud of. But..." She paused, searching for the right words. "SOMETIMES, SHARING EVERYTHING IS NOT THE RIGHT ANSWER."

She continued, "The punishment was given to Bhima alone for his actions, and it is he who must learn from it. If all of you take on Bhima's punishment, he will not fully understand the weight of his actions. Remember, in life, each of you will face your own challenges in time, and it is important to allow one another to grow from them."

Yudhishthir realizing the wisdom in her words, replied. "You are right, Mata." Turning to Bhima, Yudhishthir placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Bhima, you will complete the punishment alone."

With that, the rest of the Pandavas began to leave, their footsteps echoing softly in the mandir as they departed, leaving Bhima to do his punishment alone.

Gandhari then turned directly to Bhima. "Putra Bhima, since you will be here, why not help me in making a garland with these flowers?" She gestured to the basket of flowers.

Bhima, still standing, replied, his voice quieter than usual. "Ji, Mata, I will help you."

Gandhari smiled and said, "As you weave each flower together, consider that this punishment is not just about standing still. It is about reflection, patience, and learning to use your strength with care. Just as a garland needs a gentle touch to hold each flower in place, true strength is about restraint and understanding."

With each flower he threaded, Bhima thought of the deeper meaning behind her words.

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From this point onwards I will not mention leap or ages, you know everyone's age difference so just imagine the ages as you wish

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LOCATION - MATHURA

Kamsa paced anxiously in his grand palace, his mind plagued by thoughts of the prophecy. The news had reached him - Krishna and Balarama, were in Vrindavan, alive. His once iron grip on destiny was slipping. He needed to act fast.

Summoning his generals, Kamsa devised a plan: "Send for them. Invite them to Mathura for a wrestling match. I want them to die here, in front of their helpless parents."

His lips curled into a twisted smile. Killing Krishna and Balarama wasn't enough - their deaths would be slow and humiliating. Devaki and Vasudeva, who had been in his prison for years, would witness their sons demise.

Kamsa had also invited his father-in-law, Jarasandha, the king of Magadha.

AND JARASANDHA HAD BROUGHT WITH HIM A GUEST-VRITRASURA.

Vritrasura had little interest in Kamsa's schemes, initially unimpressed by Kamsa's panic. But when he heard of the prophecy and Kamsa's desperate attempts to kill the child, his curiosity was piqued.

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The day of the wrestling match.

The grand arena in Mathura was filled with spectators. Nobles, commoners, and soldiers all gathered to witness the spectacle. At the far end of the arena, chained and under heavy guard, sat Devaki and Vasudeva. Their faces bore years of suffering, but their eyes were filled with hope-they knew their sons would come for them.

Kamsa stood on a high platform overlooking the arena. His fingers tapped restlessly against the hilt of his sword.

To his right sat Vritrasura. The seat had been prepared for his father in law, but Vritrasura sat there, while Jarasandha stood beside Vritrasura. Kamsa, sensing the power emanating from Vritrasura, didn't dare complain.

Vritrasura was calm, almost amused, his eyes fixed on the arena as if waiting for something more entertaining to unfold.

"Look at them," Jarasandha said with a smirk, as Krishna and Balarama stepped into the arena. "The sons of the very woman Kamsa feared for so long. And now, they walk right into their deaths."

Vritrasura's eyes never left Krishna and Balarama as they made their way to the center of the arena. He chuckled softly. "Kamsa is a fool If he thinks these two are ordinary children."

Jarasandha looked at Vritrasura, confused. "What do you mean? Do you think Kamsa will die today?"

Vritrasura leaned back, his voice low but filled with a eerie certainty. "Let's see how this plays out."

Krishna and Balarama stood tall, facing their opponents, Chanura and Mushtika - Kamsa's most formidable wrestlers.

The crowd gasped at the sheer size of these brutes. In comparison, Krishna and Balarama seemed small, almost outmatched. Yet, their faces remained calm, even playful.

The fight began.

Kamsa watching from his throne, grinned wickedly. "They won't survive this!" He muttered, but his grin was gone when he heard a laugh from beside him. He turned to see Vritrasura laughing.

Kamsa did not know who exactly Vritrasura was, only that his father-in-law, Jarasandha had brought Vritrasura as a guest, and Kamsa had been forced to entertain him. But now, seeing Vritrasura laugh, he got furious.

Before Kamsa could confront him, Vritrasura spoke, his eyes still on the boys below. "Intresting..." he mused, as Krishna expertly dodged Chanura's strikes, almost as if the boy were playing a game. "They aren't just ordinary boys, Kamsa. They radiate divine energy - I can feel it."

Vritrasura's expression turned darker as he continued. "I have the power to control anyone who has fear or malice in their hearts with just a gesture of my hand. After using this power on countless beings, I can easily differentiate between mortal and divine auras."

Without turning to face Kamsa, Vritrasura's voice became colder almost commanding. "Be my ally Kamsa and you will not die.... today."

Kamsa stiffened, his pride bruised. "I don't need your help!" He snapped. "I have planned this day to kill my nephew. I've controlled my own fate until now, and I will -"

Vritrasura raised his hand and smirked, "I could make you kneel before me against your will," he said, his tone causal but dangerous, he lowered his hand and continued, "but it would be far more entertaining to see you do so willingly."

Below, the fight raged. Chanura lunged at Krishna, his fists aimed to crush the young boy. But Krishna, danced around his attacks, sidestepped every blow. Mushtika, meanwhile, wrestled fiercely with Balarama, but the elder brother fought back with equal force.

Jarasandha, watching the scene unfold, and confused by Vritrasura's words asked. "Vritrasura... Do you really think the prophecy will come true today? Is that why you are offering Kamsa an alliance?"

Vritrasura leaned forward, and smirked. "The prophecy may come true, but the outcome isn't as simple as Kamsa thinks. Since I am here, I have a part to play in this too, Jarasandha."

The crowd gasped as Krishna landed a final blow, striking Chanura's chest. The wrestler fell to the ground, lifeless. At the same moment, Balarama snapped Mushtika's neck with a sickening crack. Both enemies lay defeated.

The arena fell silent.

Vritrasura chuckled softly, amused by how easily Kamsa's champions had fallen. "AS EXPECTED..."

Kamsa, trembling with rage and fear, watched as his greatest fighters lay dead before him. His last line of defense had fallen. His eyes darted nervously to Krishna, who was now walking toward him. Fear washed over Kamsa - this was not how it was supposed to go.

Krishna ascended the steps to the royal platform. Without a word, he grabbed Kamsa by the hair and dragged him down into the arena. The once-mighty king, who had instilled terror in countless hearts, was now nothing more than a panicked, helpless man being dragged by the very child he had tried so desperately to kill.

Vritrasura just watched as Krishna dragged Kamsa.

Devaki and Vasudeva, still in chains, watched from the sidelines. Their hearts swelled with pride.

Krishna raised his hand, ready to strike the final blow. But just as his hand was about to descend, a shadow fell over the arena, and the ground trembled as Vritrasura stepped forward.

"ENOUGH," Vritrasura's commanding voice rumbled through the arena, halting Krishna's hand mid-air.

Krishna paused, looking up at Vritrasura, who now stood beside Kamsa. The crowd murmured in confusion, unsure of what was happening. Vritrasura's eyes met Krishna's, and for a moment, the two stood in silence.

"Not yet, child," Vritrasura said, his voice calm but commanding. "Kamsa's fate may be sealed, but I am not ready to see it fulfilled by your hands.... today... Not while I stand here...."

"Vritrasura," Krishna said, his voice steady. "You cannot change what has already been set in motion. Step aside."

Vritrasura laughed, the sound echoing through the arena. "So you know me? How can a mere child know about me unless you are... not any ordinary child. I have watched gods and mortals play their games for centuries, and it's not hard to guess who exactly you are...."

Krishna just stood silent, he knew things would change with Vritrasura this time, but he did not expect Vritrasura to stop him from killing Kamsa here.

Balarama, sensing the shift in the air, readied himself for any inevitable clash.

Krishna, unfazed, calmly replied. "I am Krishna, but you already knew that, Vritrasura. And today, I have come here to free my parents, and to end the tyranny of Kamsa."

Kamsa, desperate and terrified, clung to Vritrasura's legs. "Save me! I will serve you - please, don't let him kill me!"

Vritrasura looked down at the pitiful figure at his feet. Kamsa kneeling before him, just as he had predicted. "I said you would kneel before me willingly, and now, here you are - begging for your life." He said with cold amusement.

Kamsa, in this moment of weakness, realized the gravity of his fate. His eyes darted between Krishna and Vritrasura, feeling the hopelessness of his situation. The prophecy was real. He could no longer deny it.

Vritrasura stepped forward, closer to Krishna. "Fate will have its way, child. But you are not the only force at play here. Leave Kamsa for now. His death will come... By your hands... But not today...."

Krishna said, "Vritrasura, you speak of fate, but even you cannot escape it. This moment is not yours to control."

Vritrasura's eyes darkened at Krishna's words. "Fate is not as immutable as you believe, child. I have defied the gods before, and I will do so again."

Krishna's gaze softened, his voice serene. "You seek to bend fate to your will, but deep down, you know the truth. You are not here by chance, Vritrasura. REMEMBER WHY YOU ASKED FOR YOUR BOONS, ARE THEY NOT SO YOU COULD BE WITH YOUR MOTHER?"

Vritrasura's eyes flashed with confusion and rage. "My mother? What do you know of her? How can you even know of her?"

Krishna smiled faintly. "MATA HIRANYA still waits for you. Your thirst for blind revenge has consumed you for so long that you've forgotten the ones who love you."

The mention of his mother's name hit him like an arrow to the heart. He could feel a stirring in his chest, an emotion he hadn't allowed himself to feel in centuries. But the anger returned just as swiftly.

Vritrasura clenched his fists, his voice trembling with rage. "How dare you speak of my mother as if you know her? What trickery is this?"

Krishna's smile faded, replaced with a look of profound understanding. "I speak the truth. Just as I have come to free my mother, you should find yours..."

"I HAVE NO MOTHER," Vritrasura spat, though his voice wavered. "She abandoned me, just like everyone else. I was left to carve my own destiny."

Krishna shook his head slowly. "She never abandoned you. She lost you - her son VRITRA... Just as you lost yourself to vengeance. But it is not too late to remember her, Vritrasura. YOU CAN STILL TURN BACK FROM THIS PATH OF DESTRUCTION... FROM VRITRASURA TO VRITRA... BUT FOR THAT... YOU SHOULD FIND HER FIRST..."

There was silence between them.

Vritrasura stood still, his mind reeling from Krishna's words. He had spent lifetimes building himself into a force of fear, manipulating the minds of others. And yet, in this moment, Krishna's words reached a place within him that had long been forgotten - the place where he was still Hiranya's son.

But before Vritrasura could respond, Kamsa, trembling at Vritrasura's feet, seized the moment. His eyes were wide with desperation, and his voice quivered as he pleaded, "Please, Vritrasura, I will do anything you ask! Just don't let him kill me!"

Vritrasura blinked, as if snapped out of his internal conflict. He looked down at Kamsa, seeing the once-powerful king reduced to a groveling, pathetic figure. It was then that Vritrasura realized something - the man before him, who had once believed himself to control his own fate, was now a pawn in a much larger game. A game that Vritrasura had been a part of for far too long.

A bitter smile crept back onto Vritrasura's face. "You will do as I say or I will ensure your death comes much sooner and painful than you fear, Kamsa."

Vritrasura spoke to Kamsa, giving his orders. "Return the kingdom to your father. Free the prisoners, and you will come with me. Your life is spared, for now."

Kamsa nodded frantically, his heart pounding in terror.

Vritrasura turned to Krishna once more, his expression hardening. "You may think you understand me, Krishna," he said, his voice dark. "But I am not ready to bend to your words. Kamsa will live - for now. But you and I... we will meet again."

Krishna met his gaze with serene calm, his smile unwavering. "I look forward to it, Vritrasura. But remember this: no one can escape their destiny. Not even you."

Vritrasura gave a signal to Jarasandha, who stepped forward and took Kamsa away from the arena. The crowd, unsure of what had just transpired, murmured in confusion.

With that Vritrasura vanished in thin air but his mind still reeling from Krishna's words. The name "Hiranya" echoed in his heart, stirring emotions he had thought long dead. "SHOULD I FIND HER?" He thought.

As he disappeared from view, Krishna turned to Balarama, who had been silently watching the entire exchange.

Balarama asked confused. "Why did you let Kamsa go, Kanha? We could have finished this here, now. And Vritrasura? Who is he?"

Krishna smiled. "Dau, This is far from over. SOMETIMES EVEN ENEMIES NEED TIME TO FACE THEIR OWN HEARTS.

VRITRASURA IS SOMEONE WHO IS POWERFUL - SO POWERFUL THAT THE KALA CHAKRA HAD TO TURN - THAT I HAD TO OFFER KARNA THE CHANCE TO CHANGE EVERYTHING - ALL THAT TO BRING FORTH THE ONLY CHILD WHO CAN KILL VRITRASURA... AND THE BATTLE WE FIGHT WITH HIM - WILL NOT BE JUST ONE OF WEAPONS - IT WILL BE OF THE HEART AS WELL."

As Krishna and Balarama helped their parents from their chains, the people of Mathura erupted into cheers. The tyrant Kamsa was gone, and the rightful king, Ugrasena, would soon be restored. But Krishna's mind was already on the future, on the deeper conflict that lay ahead - not just with Kamsa, but with Vritrasura.

The Kala chakra had turned, and with it, the fates of devas, Asuras and mortals alike.

But Vritrasura's fate... that remained unknown, depending on the choices he would making going forward.

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LOCATION - DRONACHARYA'S GURUKUL

Weeks had passed since kuru princes arrival, and their days had been filled with rigorous training in archery, combat, and the scriptures.

One day, all the Kuru princes gathered together, waiting for their Gurudev.

Among them, Shon was present as well standing quietly beside Ashwa. Shon had arrived at the Gurukul, hoping to join the others in their learning, but had not yet met Dronacharya officially.

Shon turned to Ashwa, and asked, "Bhrata Ashwa, will your father teach me?"

Ashwa smiled and confidently replied. "Of course Shon. Why wouldn't he?"

Just then, Dronacharya arrived, his presence commanding immediate respect. The Kuru princes quickly straightened in place, their eyes fixed on their Gurudev.

Dronacharya's gaze swept over them. But before he addressed the princes, his eyes landed on Shon.

"Who are you, Putra?" Dronacharya asked, his voice calm but curious.

Shon stepped forward and bowing respectfully. "Acharya, My name is Shon, son of Adhirath and Radha. My father is the charioteer of Mahamahim Bhishma. I have come here to learn under your guidance."

For a moment, there was silence. Dronacharya's face flickered with hesitation, perhaps a moment of doubt - but it quickly vanished, replaced by a stern, cold expression. "A Suta Putra? Return home. You do not belong here."

Dronacharya's harshness surprised everyone.

Hearing his father rejecting Shon, Ashwa immediately stepped in front of Shon, clearly angry. "Pitashree, how can you refuse him just like that? As a Guru, isn't it your duty to impart knowledge to all who seek it? Shon may be the son of charioteer, but he has every right to learn, just like anyone here."

Dronacharya's voice rose with anger. "Ashwathama! Is this how you speak to your father?" He snapped, disappointment clear on his face as he looked at his son.

"I've noticed how you've begun to talk back, not only to me but also to Mahamahim Bhishma. You've spent all these years in Hastinapur, living as you wished, and now it seems you've forgotten how to show respect to your elders!"

Ashwa flinched at his father's words, but he didn't back down.

Standing protectively in front of Shon, he replied. "Pitashree... I am not disrespecting you. I am only trying to make you understand that what you are doing is wrong. Knowledge belong to everyone, no matter -"

"ENOUGH!" Dronacharya raised his hand to silence his son. "Now you are going to teach me what it means to be a Guru? I am both your father and your Gurudev and I will not be lectured by my own son." His words were biting, filled with authority and indignation.

The tension between father and son was clearly visible. The princes stood in stunned silence.

Looking at Shon directly, Dronacharya angrily said, "I will not teach a Suta Putra! There is no place for you here among the Kuru princes. Leave at once."

Before Ashwa could argue further, Shon gently placed a hand on his arm. "Bhrata Ashwa, it's okay. There's no need to fight with your father..."

Shon's voice held no bitterness or sadness, only quiet acceptance. Ashwa reluctantly fell silent, though still angry.

Dronacharya turned his attention back to the Pandavas and Kauravas who had been observing the confrontation.

Suyo is angry at the clear discrimination against Shon. The Kauravas also felt sad for Shon being rejected. Even Yudhishthir felt sorry for Shon. The three younger Pandavas stood silent, knowing the bond the Kauravas shared with Shon. Bhima, on the other hand, smirked slightly, clearly enjoying the conflict.

"Today, I have a simple test for you. Based on that, I will decide what each of you will focus on learning in your training going forward." Dronacharya announced.

As Dronacharya prepared to explain the test, Ashwa took Shon's hand and began walking away.

Seeing his son leave, Dronacharya's voice rang out, sharp and stern. "Where are you going, Ashwatthama?"

Ashwa stopped, turning his head slightly, but did not look at his father directly. "I already know the answer to your test, Pitashree. If you don't want me to spoil it for everyone here, then let me go. Since you want Shon to leave, I will send him away."

Dronacharya said nothing, he just watched as his son walked away with Shon. His anger still evident, but there was also a flicker of something else -maybe regret, or realization that his son had grown beyond his control in ways he hadn't foreseen.

Once they were far enough from the others, Ashwa stopped and pulled out a small piece of parchment from his satchel. He quickly began writing a letter and handed it to Shon.

"Shon, take this letter. You will go to......." Ashwa said quietly.

Shon hesitated, looking at the letter in his hand. "But, Bhrata Ashwa, do u think he will accept me? I mean... your father rejected me... because I am a Suta Putra..."

Ashwa smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Shon's shoulder. "Trust me, Shon. You will not be rejected. I know that for certain. Just go and give this letter to......"

With a final look at Ashwa, Shon nodded and without another word, he tucked the letter carefully into his clothes and set off.

Ashwa watched as Shon disappeared from sight before turning back. He didn't know what would happen next, but he trusted in the person Shon was headed toward.

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With Dronacharya and others -

A wooden bird had been placed on a distant branch.

"Your task is simple. Strike the eye of the bird. But before you attempt it, I will ask each of you a question." Dronachraya explained.

He first called Yudhishthir forward. "What do you see, Yudhishthir?" Dronachraya asked.

Yudhishthir, ever careful and observant, replied, "I see a wooden bird, the branch, the tree, the leaves swaying, and other birds nearby.'

Dronachraya nodded. "Lower your bow, Yudhishthir."

One by one, the other princes were called forward. Each gave a similar answer, describing the various elements around them: the tree, the branches, the bird, the leaves. Each time, Dronachraya ordered them to lower their bows, unsatisfied.

Finally, it was Arjun's turn.

Dronachraya called him forward and asked, "What do you see, Arjun?"

With confidence in his voice, Arjun replied, "I can only see the eye of the bird."

Dronachraya's stern expression softened slightly, but he continued his questioning. "Do you see the tree?"

"No," Arjun replied, his eyes steady.

"Do you see the branch?" Dronacharya asked again.

"No," Arjun replied.

"The bird?" Dronachraya asked.

"No." Arjun answered firmly.

Dronacharya's final question followed. "Then what else do you see, Arjun?"

"Nothing, Gurudev. I only see the eye of the bird." Arjun replied.

Dronachraya with a confident smile said, "Good, Now release your arrow."

With a steady hand, Arjun released his arrow. It hit straight striking the eye of the bird with perfect precision.

Dronacharya turned to the others and said. "Arjun alone succeeded because he saw nothing but his target, his focus was on his goal. While the rest of you were distracted by everything around you. Remember, In battle and life, focus is the key to greatness."

At that moment, Ashwa returned, standing beside Suyo, he asked. "What happened while I was gone?"

Suyo quickly explained everything. Dronachraya's test, how each of them failed except for Arjun, and how their Gurudev was praising Arjun now.

Suyo then asked, "Where is Shon? Did he go back to Hastinapur?"

Ashwa replied, "No, I sent him to someone...."

A smirk formed on his lips as he thought, "IF ANYONE COULD TEACH MY FATHER A LESSON... IT'S HIM."

Ashwa came out of his thoughts when he heard his father's proud declaration to Arjun.

"ARJUN, I VOW TO MAKE YOU THE GREATEST ARCHER."

Ashwa rolled his eyes as he listened. He said nothing. He already noticed his father's favoritism toward Arjun in the past few weeks. And now with this declaration, it became clear and undeniable.

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One sunny afternoon at the Gurukul, Bhima stood proudly before his brothers - Arjun, Nakul and Sahadev - challenging then to an arm-wrestling match.

With a confident grin, he placed his hand on the ground and boasted, "Come on! Who dares to face me?"

One by one, his brothers stepped up, but none could match Bhima's strength. He easily defeated Arjun, Nakul and Sahadev, each brother trying their best but ultimately failing.

Seeing this, the Kauravas, sitting nearby, whispered among themselves.

"Look at Bhima, showing off again," Sushasana scoffed. "Beating those three weaklings is hardly an achievement."

Ashwa, overhearing the comments, turned to Suyodhana. "Come with me."

Together, they wandered away from the group, searching for a massive rock. Once they found a sizable boulder, Ashwa turned to Suyo and said, "Mitra Suyo, just place your hand on this rock as if you're helping me lift it. I don't want anyone to know about my boon."

Suyo nodded, and did as Ashwa instructed.

Ashwa placed the rock near to where Bhima and the other Pandavas are sitting. He tells all the Kauravas to gather around them and then tells Suyo to do arm-wrestle with him.

All Kauravas started cheering, some for Ashwa and others for their Jyesth Suyodhana.

ASHWA PURPOSEFULLY LOST, MAKING SUYO WIN.

Seeing all this from the distance, Bhima cannot control himself and he challenges Ashwa for arm wrestle.

Ashwa grinned, accepting the challenge.

Pandavas cheering for Bhima. While the Kauravas were cheering for Ashwa.

When they locked hands, Bhima pressed down with all his might, but he was not able to move even an inch of Ashwa's hand.

Bhima's eyes widened in shock. He then uses his 1000 elephants strength but still no use against Ashwa's strength.

Frustrated, Bhima used both hands, but still, he couldn't gain the upper hand.

Ashwa smirked and said, "LOOKS LIKE MITRA SUYO IS STRONGER THAN YOU, BHIMA. HE EVEN WON AGAINST ME, BUT YOU... CAN'T EVEN MOVE MY HAND."

Suyo looked at Ashwa and noticed Ashwa's playful smirk 😏 He immediately understood what his friend was doing. And smiled seeing Bhima's face. And yes, Suyo is enjoying the most here.

WITH A FINAL, SLIGHT PUSH, ASHWA DECIDED TO FINISH THE GAME. HE SLAMMED BHIMA'S HAND ONTO THE STONE, BREAKING IT WITH A LOUD CRACK.

Everyone gasped, their mouth opened wide in shock at Ashwa's strength 😲

But just then, ASHWA'S PLAYFUL EXPRESSION CHANGED AS HE SAW A BOY.

ASHWA IMMEDIATELY RECOGNISED HIM AND WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD, HE RAN TOWARD THE BOY, ignoring Bhima and the others. The rest of them, confused but curious, followed closely behind.

As Ashwa reached the boy, he immediately asked, "What are you doing here?"

Before the boy could reply, Dronacharya arrived, and the boy, seeing Dronachraya, couldn't control his excitement. His face lit up, and he immediately bowed down, touching Dronacharya's feet.

Dronacharya, along with Kauravas and Pandavas, were shocked to see this.

"Who are you, Putra? And why are you touching my feet?" Dronacharya asked, his voice calm but curious.

"Guruji, I am EKALAVYA, son of the Nishad chief. I have idolised you all my life, and it is my dream to LEARN ARCHERY FROM YOU. Please allow me to take refuge in your gurukul so that I can learn from you."

Dronacharya looked at Ekalavya, the respect and determination clear in the boy's eyes.

Before he could say anything, ARJUN, who had been watching the interaction, spoke up, "Are you out of your mind? Don't you know who you're asking to learn from? He is a teacher of royal families. He cannot teach others like you!"

Arjun had worked tirelessly to master his skills, pouring his heart into every practice session. And now, the thought of someone else coming in and learning archery from his Gurudev sparked insecurity within him. What if his Gurudev gave more attention to Ekalavya? This thought alone made him feel even more insecure.

Dronacharya turned to his favorite student, surprised by his outburst.

"ARJUN!" Ashwa snapped, glaring at him. "Are you serious? Who gave you the right to speak before our Gurudev?"

Dronacharya looked at Ashwa and Ekalavya, his face growing serious.

"Arjun is right," he said firmly. "I am a teacher of royal princes. I cannot accept students outside this circle. My teachings are reserved to those born into royal families."

Ashwa looked at his father. "Pitashree... I am not a royal prince, yet I am your student. If you reject Ekalavya because he is not a prince, then does that mean I shouldn't learn from you either?"

Dronacharya angrily said, "Ashwathama you are my son! You are an exception. What kind of father would I be if I did not teach my own child? And why do you always fight with me - your own father, for outsiders?"

Ashwa replied. "Pitashree, I speak because I cannot stay silent when I see you doing wrong. You rejected Shon before as well... And now Ekalavya seeks nothing but knowledge. You, of all people should not deny him that."

Dronacharya's expression hardened. "Ashwathama, I have other reasons why I cannot teach Ekalavya. One of them is that his father is an ally of Magadha, of Jarasandha."

But Ashwa explained. "No, Pitashree. Ekalavya's father is an ally of Hastinapur, not Magadha. That alliance was made offical years ago by Maharaj Dhritharastra and Mahamahim Bhishma."

Dronacharya was confused by this information. He do not know that Ekalavya's father was an ally of Hastinapur because he went to Bhagawan Parashuram at that time.

After a moment of thinking, he firmly said to Ekalavya, "I cannot teach you. You can leave now."

With that, Dronacharya turned and walked away.

Ashwa clenched his fists, feeling as though he was failing his friend. Even though Karna and he came to a conclusion that they cannot stop the vision of Ekalavya, Ashwa couldn't simply stand by and do nothing.

He turned to Ekalavya, his heart heavy. "Ekalavya... don't waste your time here. My father.... he is not worthy to be your teacher... I request you to go from here and never come back... Please."

Ekalavya looked down as he listened to Ashwa, and left without a word.

However, Ekalavya's determination to learn archery from Dronacharya only grew stronger after this incident.

The next day, he found a quiet place in the forest. There he sculpted a statue of Guru Dronacharya from mud and placed it in a secluded clearing. Every morning, he would bow before the statue, take his guru's blessings and practice archery in front of his guru's idol.

A few months passed.

One day, while practising, he heard a dog barking nearby. The dog's continuous barking was distracting him, and he decided to do something about it.

Without harming the dog, Ekalavya shot several arrows with such precision that they filled the dog's mouth, silencing it without causing any injury.

The dog, in this condition, started roaming around the forest and eventually reached Guru Dronacharya's gurukul.

Dronacharya and his students, including Arjun, were amazed to see the dog.

"Who did this?" Dronacharya exclaimed, examining the arrows. "Only a skilled archer can aim with such perfection."

Arjun, hearing the praise from his Gurudev, felt jealousy and insecurity but tried to mask it. "Gurudev," he began hesitantly, "whoever did this... they must be incredibly talented, right?"

Dronachraya replied, "Yes, Arjun."

Arjun, feeling a mix of jealousy and insecurity, remained quiet but started reflecting on his own skills. The dog incident planted a seed of doubt in his mind - what if someone else is better than him? This made Arjun uncomfortable, but he did not express it openly right away.

Over the next few days, Arjun's mind was consumed by thoughts of this mysterious archer. He began to lose focus during practice, missing shots that he would normally make easily. His frustration builds up, but he was too proud to admit what was bothering him.

Dronacharya noticed that something was off. He finally confronted Arjun in private about his lack of concentration.

Arjun hesitantly opened up about his insecurity, subtly hinting that he was afraid this unknown archer might surpass him.

Arjun said, "Gurudev... the archer who shot those arrows... his skill is incredible. Even you praised him.... What if... what if he is better than me?"

Dronacharya replied, "Arjun, do not doubt yourself. You are my student, and I have vowed to make you the greatest archer."

With Arjun's growing insecurity, Dronacharya's curiosity piqued by the impressive display of skill of unknown archer, Dronacharya decides to find out who this archer was.

Therefore, the search for Ekalavya was motivated both by Arjun's need for reassurance and Dronacharya's interest in discovering the identity of this talented individual.

Dronacharya said, "Arjun, IF THIS ARCHER'S SKILL TROUBLES YOU, THEN WE WILL FIND THEM. WE MUST KNOW WHO HAS SUCH TALENT, WHETHER THEY ARE A FRIEND OR FOE TO YOU."

Ashwa overheard this conversation and immediately understood that his father was preparing to find the person responsible for the dog's arrows.

The next day, Dronacharya and his students set out to find this mysterious archer. After some searching, they saw Ekalavya practising archery in a secluded part of the forest.

Ashwa was shocked to see Ekalavya. "I told Ekalavya to go away from here right?" He thought.

"You?" Dronacharya said in surprise.

"You are the same boy who came to learn from me.... I see you are an excellent archer. Tell me, who taught you? Who is your teacher?"

Ekalavya immediately touched Dronacharya's feet. "You are my guru."

Dronacharya confused, asked. "How can I be your guru? I don't remember teaching you."

"With all respect, Gurudev, after you rejected me, I made a statue of you and practiced before it every day. I secretly watched you teaching your students and mastered archery."

Dronacharya was both shocked and proud. He began, "Well, in that case, you will have to give me my guru Dakshina - my gift for teaching you."

There was a pause.

Dronacharya's eyes flickered towards Arjun, his favorite student. The memory of his conversation with Arjun echoed in his thoughts. "You are my student, and I have vowed to make you the greatest archer."

The weight of that vow bore down on him. He hesitated, torn between his admiration for Ekalavya's efforts and the promise he had made to Arjun. His heart battled his mind - was it right to take from Ekalavya what he had earned through his own efforts?

But then his eyes returned to Arjun, and the memory of his vow resurfaced, pressing down like a stone. Seeing Ekalavya's skills today, he knew that the boy had the potential to easily surpass Arjun as the best archer. He felt bound by him promise, and his face hardened once more, his internal conflict buried beneath the weight of his vow.

Ashwa looked at his father, who was looking at Arjun. He understood everything and he knew exactly what would happen next. And he wanted to at least try and stop his father.

"Pitashree! I know what you're thinking..." Ashwa said, kneeling before his father. "Please... Don't do this. Everything he learned is on his own, without you directly teaching him. Please don't ask him for something that-"

Ashwa stopped as Ekalavya interrupted.

"It will be my privilege to give you Guru Dakshina. Please tell me, what can I give you, Gurudev?" Eklavya said, with respect.

Ashwa's heart sank, knowing what was coming next.

Dronacharya was confused by his son's behaviour, but his vow to Arjun had blinded him. So he finally said it, "If I am truly your guru, then I ask for your right thumb as Guru Dakshina."

Everything went in a blur as, without hesitation and without a second thought, Ekalavya took out a knife and cut off his right thumb. Blood trickled down as he offered it to his guru with a smile, his eyes still shining with respect.

"Gurudev... Please accept my Guru Dakshina," Eklavya said, kneeling before Dronacharya.

Everyone was shocked at what had just happened.

Ashwa immediately stood up, saying. "PITASHREE!!! How can you be so heartless as to ask for his thumb? You have seen his skills, his dedication, his excellence in archery, and still... you ask for something that would strip him of his future in archery!"

Dronacharya remained silent, his face unreadable.

Ashwa, could not control the anger within him. "It's because of him, isn't it?" he said, pointing to Arjun. "You made a vow to make him best archer. You did this so that your favorite student can be the best arc-"

Before Ashwa could finish, Dronacharya's hand lashed out striking his son across the face. 👋

The others gasped in shock 😦

The sting of the slap wasn't just physical, it cut far deeper than Ashwa expected.

Ashwa stood there frozen, holding his cheek, not by the pain but the bitter realization that his father valued Arjun more than his own son. He looked at his father, waiting - hoping - for something: an apology, an explanation, anything.

But, the silence that followed was heavy and suffocating because... Dronacharya didn't say a word nor meet Ashwa's eyes.

Without saying another word, Ashwa grabbed Ekalavya's hand. His voice was low but filled with quiet determination. "Let's go, Ekalavya. You deserve better than this."

They turned to leave, and Ashwa, still not looking back, spoke one last time, his words heavy with the weight of finality. "A teacher is supposed to guide and protect, not destroy. I thought you were that kind of teacher... I guess... I was wrong."

And with that, he walked away - away from the man he had once called 'father.'

Dronacharya quietly turned and walked away as well.

The Pandavas and Kauravas remained behind, stunned by everything that has just unfolded.

Suyo wanted to go after his friend, but he knew that Ashwa needed time alone to process everything, so he held back.

Sushasana, however, turned to Arjun. "You must be happy now, Arjun. With Ekalavya gone, you have no competition left. The title of the greatest archer is yours."

Pandavas did not like the accusatory tone in Sushasana's words.

Bhima, never one to stay quiet, stepped forward. "Sushasana! What is Arjun's fault in this? That he is the best?"

Yuyutsu, who rarely spoke up, added, "Bhrata Bhima, everyone knows how Gurudev showed favoritism to Arjun..."

"Enough." Suyo said, silencing everyone, his voice was firm, but not angry.

Suyo remembered Krishna - his friend, and the day Krishna defended him and said. "If we look at it in different way, then it was Ekalavya's fault for cutting him thumb. But then again, how can we question his devotion and respect to our Gurudev?" He paused, glancing at Arjun and the others. "If we think about it, there's fault everywhere. In our Gurudev, in Arjun, in Ekalavya and even in all of us who stood by silently, watching this happen."

He sighed. "So no matter who is to blame... what's done is done. We cannot change anything."

With that, Suyo turned and began walking back, the others following in silence.

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WITH ASHWA AND EKALAVYA

Ashwa took Ekalavya far from the gurukul, not stopping until they reached a quiet spot by the river. The sound of the flowing water was soothing, but Ashwa's heart was anything but calm.

"Sit down. And stop the bleeding from your thumb." Ashwa instructed Ekalavya.

Ekalavya did as told, tearing part of his cloth and wrapping it around his hand.

Ashwa took out a small parchment from his pouch and wrote something and rolled the letter. He chanted the mantra, and turned the letter he was holding into an arrow.

"Give me your bow," Ashwa said abruptly, holding out his hand.

Ekalavya, surprised at how Ashwa turned the paper into arrow and also confused why Ashwa wants his bow, handed over the bow.

Ashwa nocked the arrow, aimed toward the sky, closed his eyes, and released the arrow. The arrow vanished into the air with lightening speed.

Ekalavya's eyes widened in awe. "Bhrata Ashwa, how did you do that?"

Hearing Ekalavya's voice, Ashwa looked at him, and angrily said.

"YOU!"

"I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY FROM HERE, RIGHT? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS? WHY DID YOU CUT YOUR THUMB? TELL ME - WHAT DID YOU GAIN FROM THIS?"

Ekalavya looked down, silent.

Ashwa's anger only grew.

"DID MY FATHER EVER TEACH YOU ANYTHING DIRECTLY? NO! YOU LEARNED EVERYTHING BY WATCHING FROM A DISTANCE, BY YOUR OWN EFFORT!

YOU DIDN'T OWE HIM ANYTHING!

YET YOU.... YOU SACRIFICED YOUR THUMB. FOR WHAT? FOR A MAN WHO DIDN'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE YOU?"

Ekalavya remained still, even though he don't regret what he did, Ashwa's words only made him feel - maybe guilty?

So he simply said, "I'm sorry."

The apology from Ekalavya hit him harder than any words. Ashwa suddenly realised what he just did. He was yelling at Ekalavya when it wasn't him he was angry with. HIS ANGRY WAS BECAUSE OF HIS FATHER'S ACTIONS.

And now, Ashwa was angry with himself for reacting in such a way - He punched the nearest stone with all his might. 👊

Pain shot through his hand as the rough surface cut into his skin. Blood began to trickle down, but Ashwa didn't care. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Ekalavya rushed forward, concerned, but Ashwa stopped him, his first clenched.

Silence fell between them, with only the river's gentle flow breaking the quiet.

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LOCATION - MAHENDRA GIRI

Karna stood in front of Parashurama.

Before him, was a large tree, its branches adorned with several bells hanging at different heights. One bell, however, was firmly held in Parashurama's hand, hidden behind his back.

Parashurama's sharp eyes watched Karna as he asked, "What do you see, Karna?"

Karna replied. "I see bells, Gurudev. Some hung on the tree branches, and one... in your hand."

Parashurama smirked, always ready to make things harder for his student. Without warning, he threw a piece of cloth straight at Karna's face.

Startled, Karna caught it and pouted. "You could have just told me to tie it around my eyes, Gurudev." He complained.

Parashurama chuckled, "Now that you've seen your targets, tie that cloth around your eyes." he instructed, his smirk widening. "And If you miss even a single target, Karna, I'll make you practice the entire night. No breaks."

Karna groaned but obeyed, tying the cloth around his eyes. After securing the knot, he turned his head toward his Gurudev's voice and added, "Gurudev, I will try my best to hit all the targets. But promise me you won't cheat by moving the targets."

Parashurama paused in mid-step, because he had indeed been planning to do just that. He straightened, pretending to be offended. "What do you take me for, Karna? Do you think I'd cheat?"

Karna grinned. "Gurudev, when I came to Mahendra Giri, you tested me by making me hit the bird's eye, but you kept shaking the branch all while pretending to sleep! I don't even remember how many times I missed before I finally hit the target. You were playing with me the whole time."

Parashurama laughed heartily at the memory. "Forget old stories. Now, tell me-how many fingers am I holding up?"

He raised his hand, showing Five fingers.

Karna sighed. "Gurudev, really? Now you don't even trust me to tie the cloth properly?"

Parashurama waited.

"Five?" Karna guessed.

Parashurama immediately brust out, "Aha! I knew it - you can't even tie a simple cloth around your eyes properly!"

Before Karna could protest, Parashurama walked over and re-tied the cloth himself. Once satisfied, he stepped back, crossing his arms. His tone shifted to serious. "In battle, Karna, your enemies may not play fair. They might use tricks -illusions that confuse your sight, or you may find yourself in darkness, with no vision at all. Just like now, when your eyes are covered by this cloth. When that happens, you must rely on your other senses. So today, you will learn to rely on sound."

Karna nodded silently, adjusting his stance. He understood what his guru was saying.

"Your task is simple," Parashurama continued. "Hit every bell using only your ears to guide you. And I'll be holding this last bell." He raised the bell in his hand, smirking. "Miss it, and you'll be practicing all night."

Karna gave a nod. "I'll hit it, Gurudev... As long as you stop moving."

Parashurama chuckled, amused by Karna's confidence. "Let's see."

Karna took a deep breath, centering himself. He stood still, focusing entirely on the sounds around him-the soft rustling of the wind, the faint creaking of the tree branches, and, most importantly, the delicate ringing of the bells swaying ever so slightly.

He listened intently, isolating each bell's sound. The first was the closest, hanging on a low branch. Karna nocked an arrow, pulled back the bowstring, and without hesitation, released it. The arrow sliced through the air and hit the bell dead center, sending a sharp ding into the silence.

Parashurama watched closely, quiet admiration in his gaze.

Karna adjusted his aim slightly, turning his body towards the second bell. His ears caught the faint chime, a little farther this time. He pulled back the string again, and he released. The bell rang out as the arrow hit it.

One by one, Karna hit each of the bells with pinpoint accuracy. His eyes remained covered, but his arrows finding their targets with perfect precision. The third, the fourth, the fifth bell - all hit effortlessly - none were missed.

Now, only one bell remained: the one in Parashurama's hand.

Karna stood still, listening for the sound of the final bell. But Parashurama wasn't making it easy. He moved the bell from side to side, shaking it gently to confuse his dear student.

Karna remained calm, his ears tracking the sound even as it shifted. The bell's sound moved unpredictably, in random directions.

Then, Karna thought of something, his lips curling into a small smile.

Parshaurama immediately knew his favorite student was planning something.

Suddenly Karna turned to the right of Parashurama and spoke, "Mata Dharani, you're here?"

Hearing his wife's name, Parashurama instinctively stopped moving and looked around. It was only a momentary distraction, but it was enough.

In that split second, Karna seized the opportunity. He nocked his arrow, aimed toward the sound of the now-still bell, and released. The arrow flew with lightning speed, hitting the bell in Parashurama's hand, making it ring out louder than all the rest.

Parashurama blinked in surprise, then laughed heartily - a rare, genuine laugh.

"Clever boy! You always surprise me."

Karna, grinned as he untied the cloth from his eyes. "You said I had to rely on sound, Gurudev. I just used what I heard."

Parashurama's pride in his student was unmistakable. He placed a hand on Karna's shoulder. "Well done, Putra. You've proven yourself once again."

SUDDENLY, AN ARROW WHIZZED THROUGH THE AIR STRAIGHT TOWARDS KARNA. BUT KARNA HEARD THE SOUND OF THE ARROW AND CAUGHT THE ARROW WITH HIS HAND.

It was the arrow which Ashwa sent to Karna.

Karna read the letter from Ashwa, concern crossing his face. By now, Parashurama had already sat down, preparing for his mediation.

Karna quickly approached Parashurama, "Gurudev, I -"

Without opening his eyes, Parashurama said firmly, "No. Whatever it is, my answer is no."

Karna pouted, tugging at Parashurama's hand like a child. "But Gurudev, you don't even know what I'm going to ask! At least hear me first."

Parashurama sighed, giving in slightly. "What is it, Karna?"

Karna's tone grew serious. "I need to go and meet a friend. It's really urgent."

Parashurama looked at Karna, noticing that he is upset about something. After a moment, he nodded. "FINE. BUT YOU MUST RETURN BEFORE THE SUN SETS."

Karna just nodded, and left.

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Karna glanced at the sky, It was mid-afternoon. The sun still high above.

Karna thought for a moment, calculating the time."Before sunset?"

Looking over at Chirayu, who was perched on his shoulder, Karna asked with a frown, "Chirayu... I agreed without thinking... But is that even possible?"

Chirayu tilted his head, as if considering the same question.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and a confident smile spread across his face.

Karna looked up at the sky and called out, "Pitashree! I need your help!"

As soon as the words left Karna's mouth, in an instant, Suryadev appeared before him, a radiant smile on his face. "What help do you need, Putra?"

Karna's face brightened as he saw his celestial father. "Pitashree, I need to meet Mitra Ashwa immediately, but I also need to be back before sunset. How can that be possible?" He pouted.

Suryadev raised an eyebrow, amused. "And what can I do to help with that?"

Karna shrugged dramatically and crossed his arms, "I don't know... Do something. Help me somehow! And remember..." He added, as if a child asking for a favor. "When you first came to meet me, I told you I didn't need anything back then. But I also said I'd ask you if I ever needed. So, now I'm asking!"

Suryadev chuckled, amused by his youngest son's request. He thought of something. "Wait here, Putra. I will be back."

And he vanished.

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LOCATION - AMRAVATI, SWARGA, INDRA'S ABODE

Suryadev arrived at Indra's palace, where the king of gods stood in the grand hall.

Indra was pacing restlessly, glancing occasionally at a celestial mirror hanging on the wall, a magical artifact that allowed him to communicate with his family members across the heavens. He had been trying to reach out to his family, but their silence felt as though his family had abandoned him completely.

Seeing his Jyesth Vivasvan, Indra rushed forward and hugged him.

"JYESTH!! YOU CAME FOR ME!!! You haven't talked to me since that meeting in Suryalok. And no one from our family has been speaking to me either... It's like my own family abandoned me... Jyesth, did I do something?" Indra asked innocently.

Suryadev looked at Indra but turned away, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior, as HE THOUGHT. "Of course! How dare you take the Kavach and Kundals from my son? To protect your son Arjun, you put my son's life in danger. When I told everyone what happened, Mata Aditi - she was ready to disown you! Now this is the result - no one is talking to you." He remembered the day Mahadev revealed everything and how he had watched helplessly as the vision replayed in his mind, seeing his son cut the Kavach and Kundals from his body and giving to Indra. The memory made his blood boil, and he felt that helplessness all over again.

Finally, Suryadev replied, his voice cold, "I am still angry with you..."

Indra's expression shifted to confusion. "What did I do, Jyesth? Why has the whole family stopped talking to me all these years? I AM SURE WHATEVER I DID WAS UNINTENTIONAL... Please, just tell me what I should do to make it right!"

Suryadev pretended to think before asking with a smile, "Give me Uchchaihshravas."

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Uchchaihshravas: The Seven-Headed Divine flying horse renowned for its majestic beauty and divine powers. Born from the Samudra Manthana, the churning of the milk ocean. It emerged as one of the treasures of the gods. With its seven heads, symbolizing wisdom and knowledge, and its ability to fly through the skies, Uchchaihshravas is often depicted as a powerful and majestic steed. It is known as the king of horses and also said to possess the ability to traverse vast distances in an instant, making it a coveted mount for gods and heroes alike.

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Indra's eyes widened in shock, he stammered, trying to find words. "WHAT?! WHY? Uchchaihshravas is mine!! How can you ask for my greatest treasure!? He's the fastest horse in the three worlds! Without him, I'll lose my status in the heavens."

Suryadev turned to leave, his words cutting through the air. "Well, if you want to keep your horse, you'll need to figure out how to make our family talk to you again. Remember, we are not on speaking terms."

He stopped, smirking as he added, "Mata Aditi nearly disowned you and declared that I am her favorite son - not you. But I guess you wouldn't know that since you weren't invited to the meeting I held in Suryalok with our dear family members."

Indra's heart sank. His brother's words struck deep, and the silence of his family over the past years suddenly made sense. Every attempt he made to engage with them had been met with silence or avoidance.

Watching Suryadev walk away, Indra called out, desperation in his voice, "Alright, alright! Wait!! Jyesth, first tell me the reason why everyone is angry with me!"

Suryadev climbed onto his chariot shaking his head. "No.... If you don't want to give your prized horse, then keep it. BUT I won't tell you why I'm angry, and no one in our family will say a word to your either."

Indra felt a sense of foreboding. His thoughts racing. What could I have possibly done to warrant such a reaction? Mata Aditi disowning me? Jyesth is her favorite son, not me? No!!! that can't be!

With a sigh, he relented, "Fine, I will give you Uchchaihshravas. But... ONLY ON ONE CONDITION... if our family talk to me again."

For a moment, Suryadev paused, his eyes narrowing. Indra dared to put a condition on his request. The audacity of it stirred something deeper in Suryadev, but he held his composure. You truly have no idea what you've done, Indra, he thought.

Suryadev glared at Indra. "DID YOU JUST TRY TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ME, ANUJ? WAIT TILL I TELL THIS TO MATA ADITI."

Indra forze at the tone of Suryadev's voice. He could sense the deep anger in his elder brother, and it was unsettling.

Suryadev continued, his voice filled with barely-contained rage, "Even if you give me Uchchaihshravas, my anger will not subside. It's like you offering merely a grain from a bag of rice. That's how much I am angry with you."

Suryadev's anger is no ordinary. It was the anger of a father - one only a father could feel when his son's life had been put in danger for another's gain. This wasn't just sibling rivalry, it was a father's deep, unshakable rage. And for a brief moment, Indra could see that pain in his brother's eyes - the pain of helplessness.

Indra's jaw dropped in disbelief. "A grain... for my most treasured horse? This horse is the symbol of my status among the gods, Jyesth!"

Suryadev replied coldly. "It's nothing compared to what you have done."

Indra could clearly see the depth of his Jyesth's anger and knew that forgiveness was far from reach. He had no idea what he has done unintentionally, but the weight of it was starting to settle in. He realized that this wasn't just about the horse - this was about something else, something he didn't know yet.

Finally, Indra managed to ask, "Fine! But at least tell me, Will you keep the horse? I mean, you won't give him to anyone else, right?" He pleaded, clinging to the hope that Suryadev wouldn't hand Uchchaihshravas over to someone else.

Suryadev smirked as he replied, "What I do with the horse is none of your business... And Indra, I am warning you: DON'T YOU DARE LOOK FOR THE HORSE OR ASK THE HORSE BACK."

Indra just nodded, feeling utterly powerless. He just watched Suryadev leave, unable to say anything more. Indra's thoughts raced. "How could this happen? My reputation... What will the devas say if I no longer have Uchchaihshravas? They would surely gossip. The great Indra, king of gods, without his legendary horse... What will become of my status?" He imagined them mocking him. But be couldn't do anything. The family's silence had been crushing him, and if giving up his prized possession was the price to mend it, so be it.

Suryadev smirked, looking down at Indra one last time before leaving. A thought crossed his mind. "Just wait, my dear Anuj... Soon, I will make you willingly give away everything you have to my son... You may not realise it now, but this is only the beginning."

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Chirayu perched comfortably on Karna's shoulder, his feathers ruffling slightly as a soft breeze passed by. Karna glanced up at the sky, getting impatient waiting for Suryadev.

"Where did Pitashree go, Chirayu?" he muttered. "At this rate, it's not even possible to return before sunset."

Chirayu let out a soft chirp, as if in agreement, shifting slightly on Karna's shoulder.

Just then, Suryadev returned to Karna with a broad smile, his radiant presence illuminating the surroundings.

Karna crossed his arms, feigning annoyance. "Pitashree, you took forever! What took you so long?"

Suryadev chuckled. "Ah, dealing with a proud brother has its challenges, Putra."

With a wave of his hand, Suryadev summoned Uchchaihshravas.

In an instant, a magnificent seven-headed horse appeared before them.

Uchchaihshravas was a sight to behold, standing tall and proud, it's coat as white as the moon, glowing softly under the sunlight. Adorned with elegant golden ornaments that added to its royal appearance, Its mane flowed like silk, and its eyes sparkled with intelligence and grace. The horse's powerful hooves barely touched the ground, as if hovering between worlds.

As Karna stared in awe, Uchchaihshravas transformed before his eyes. The seven heads merged into one, becoming a single, majestic horse. The horse was still as majestic and radiant as before, but now more familiar, more like the noble steed, one that Karna could easily bond with.

Karna's heart raced as he approached the horse, unable to take his eyes away. He gently ran his hand along its sleek neck, feeling the warmth of its divine essence. "You're beautiful," he whispered, feeling an instant deep connection with the divine horse.

Suryadev watched with pride as Karna interacted with the horse. "This is Uchchaihshravas, THE KING OF HORSES. Born during the churning of the milk ocean, he is a symbol of strength, speed, and nobility. HE IS ONE OF THE MOST TREASURED BEINGS OF THE GODS. AND NOW - HE IS YOURS."

Karna's eyes widened with disbelief and joy. "Really? Now he is mine?" he asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

Suryadev nodded with a smile. "Yes, he is yours. Right now, he appears as just one horse, but when you attach him to a chariot, he will transform into seven horses, all as powerful and swift as the original. And, if you ever wish for him to fly, his wings will appear at your command."

Karna's eyes lit up in wonder. "He can fly?"

Suryadev nodded again. "Yes, Uchchaihshravas can fly whenever you need him to. His wings are hidden until you summon them. And you don't need to keep him with you all the time - whenever you need him, simple call his name or recite the special mantra, and he will come to you instantly."

Suryadev placed a hand on Karna's shoulder. "Putra Karna, Remember, Uchchaihshravas WILL LISTEN ONLY TO YOU NOW. HE IS BOUND TO YOUR COMMAND AND YOURS ALONE."

Karna beamed with happiness and hugged Suryadev tightly. Suryadev, momentarily taken aback by the sudden hug, felt really happy. The embrace was a simple yet profound gesture of love from his son.

Karna stepped back, and said, "THANK YOU, PITASHREE! THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER!"

Suryadev smiled and nodded, pride radiating from him.

In that moment of pure joy, Karna looked into the horse's shining eyes and declared, "I'll call you SHRAVAS!"

At the sound of its new name, Uchchaihshravas jumped playfully, as if acknowledging his new title.

With a final smile, Suryadev stepped back, his form glowing brighter. "Take care of him, Putra. And remember, if you need anything, just call for me."

Karna nodded as he mounted the horse.

Talking to Shravas, he said, "Let's go! We need to get to Mitra Ashwa, and return before sunset."

With Chirayu still on his shoulder, Karna urged Shravas forward, eager to test the full strength of his new companion.

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Chirayu flew high above the riverbank, his sharp eyes spotted Ashwa and Ekalavya sitting together. He swooped down lower.

Ashwa saw Chirayu and stretched out his hand, and Chirayu landed on his hand.

"Chirayu! Mitra Karna must be near!" Ashwa exclaimed.

As soon as the words left Ashwa's mouth, the sound of hooves echoed in the distance. Ashwa turned to see Karna riding the magnificent horse.

Karna stopped Shravas a few steps away and got down. The two friends smiled at each other and hugged.

Ashwa looked at Shravas in awe. "Mitra, this horse?" he said, reaching out instinctively to touch its head.

Karna's smile widened at Ashwa's admiration, "Pitashree Suryadev gifted this horse to me. And I named him Shravas! Isn't he magnificent."

Ashwa nodded, but Karna's smile faltered when he noticed Ashwa's hand, stained with fresh blood. Concerned, he took Ashwa's hand, examining it closely. "Mitra Ashwa, what happened to your hand? How did you get hurt?"

Ashwa quickly pulled his hand away, brushing off the question with a wave. "It's nothing... Heal Ekalavya first," he insisted.

Karna sighed but nodded. They all settled under a nearby tree.

Ekalavya looked at Karna, his face filled with admiration. "Bhrata Karna... You're here?"

Karna took Ekalavya's hand and began to heal it. "So, you did cut your thumb..."

Ekalavya was confused but did not say anything.

Once done, Karna turned to Ashwa, taking his hand to heal it next. "Ashwa... How did you hurt your hand?"

Ashwa pointed at the stone nearby and simply said, "I hit that stone."

Karna raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? I need more explanation - why did you hit that stone?"

Ashwa didn't reply.

Karna noticing Ashwa's silence, sighed, the concern for Ashwa still in his eyes, but he decided to change the topic. "What is the reason? Why did your father reject Ekalavya?"

Ashwa clenched his fist, clearly angry. "It's because of Arjun..."

Karna confused asked, "Arjun?"

Ashwa told Karna about Kuru princes training under his father - Dronacharya. Dronacharya rejecting Shon, Dronacharya's vow to Arjun, how Dronacharya also rejected Ekalavya and the events that led to Ekalavya cutting his thumb.

Karna was shocked. "What? Wait... your father rejected Shon?" He paused, thinking. "Hmm... Since we stopped Shon's vision his future is also uncertain. Maybe that's why I didn't see your father rejecting Shon."

"Anyway, tell me why you stopped sending me messages? The last message was you telling me that Shon is safe. After that, nothing... Why? How are my brothers? And Shon, he must be sad that your father rejected him..."

Avoiding all the questions about why he hadn't sent messages, Ashwa focused on the last one. "Mitra you don't have to worry about Shon. I sent him somewhere where he will not be rejected."

Karna raised an eyebrow, curious. "Where?"

Ashwa replied proudly. "If my father rejected him, then I sent him to my father's father - Rishi Bharadwaja."

Karna laughed, realizing what Ashwa meant. "Good thing you sent him to Gurudev -" he paused mid sentence,

"Wait! Gurudev?" Karna repeated, and suddenly holding Ashwa's shoulder. "Mitra, you are awesome! You just gave me a solution."

Karna stood up and turned to Ekalavya, pulling him to his feet. "You! You are coming with me. Let's go!"

Ashwa stopped him. "Wait! What solution? Where are you taking him? You're leaving already?"

Karna smiled. "Mitra Ashwa, if your Gurudev rejected him, then I will take him to your Gurudev's Gurudev - Bhagwan Parshurama."

Ashwa nodded but hurriedly asked, "Mitra, I have to tell you something important about your visions..."

Karna paused. "Ashwa, right now I should go back. I can already imagine the old man sharpening his parshu, waiting for me to be late so he can punish me."

Ashwa tried to stop Karna. "But... You will not meet your brothers? Mitra, after you left, no one tal-"

Karna interrupted Ashwa and said, "Ashwa! I will not meet my brothers now because I will be meeting them for the first time. If I meet them now, I won't be able to leave. And right now, I have to go." He paused, and with a smile, he said. "And whatever you want to tell me, just send it through message arrow. You avoided my questions earlier, but I trust you, Mitra."

Karna mounted Shravas and pulled Ekalavya up with him. Before leaving, he looked back at Ashwa and asked, "By the way, WHAT WEAPON DOES SUYO USE?"

Ashwa replied, "MACE."

Karna nodded with a smile, impressed.

With that Karna left with Ekalavya.

Ashwa watched them leave, he muttered to himself, "Mitra Karna... I cannot tell you about my conversation with Mahadev through message arrow. And about your brothers... How do I tell you that they are fighting for something that is never theirs in the first place?"

Just then, Suyo came there, worried about Ashwa.

"Mitra are you okay?" Suyo asked, looking around as if searching for something. "Where did Ekalavya go?"

Ashwa turned around. "Somewhere where he would not be rejected... Let's go back."

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To be continued...

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How was the chapter?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SURYADEV'S GIFT? While researching I came across Uchchaihshravas... Till now I didn't even knew it existed 😅

Karna got a divine horse and in the next chapter... He will get a divine chariot specially made for him. And YESSS... Finally the youngest prince of Suryalok will meet his celestial family... And also learn under Sukracharya to get the Sanjeevani mantra from him...

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