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LOCATION — MAHENDRA GIRI

Bhagwan Parashurama stood on a large rock, his eyes fixed on the sky. He wasn't simply waiting for the day to end, he was waiting for Karna to be late. The golden rays of the setting sun illuminated the landscape, casting long shadows, but the sun seemed to take its time — just like Karna.

Parashurama held his mighty parshu in one hand and a sharpening stone in the other, rhythmically honing the edge of his weapon while muttering to himself.

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"Ah, my dear Karna..." he said with a mischievous smile, "If you arrive late today, let's see..." he paused, his mind racing with ideas.

"Should I make you carry water from the river? No, that's too easy... Maybe have you run up and down the mountain? Hmm... I've made you do everything, and now I have to think of something different..." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, clearly enjoying the thought of messing with Karna.

But before he could decide, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Swamy? Waiting for my son, are you? So you can punish him?" Mata Dharani asked, standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Without looking or thinking, Parashurama blurted, "Yes! Just let him—" He stopped mid-sentence.

Parashurama froze.

THAT VOICE — it was his wife. He knew that tone all too well.

Quickly, he turned fully to face Dharani, eyes wide with panic. Her expression made it clear that he was about to land himself in trouble if he didn't cover the slip.

"Ah, Dharani, dear," he stammered, quickly switching tactics. "I was just... sharpening my Parshu. You know, it requires constant attention." he smiled sheepishly, holding up the weapon as if that would make his excuse more convincing. "I'm not waiting for anyone in particular..."

Dharani raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. She stood there, saying nothing but glancing around, as if waiting for something—or someone.

Parashurama, knowing he couldn't act freely if Dharani stayed, and he knew that he had to find a way to send her off before Karna arrived.

He tried again. "Why don't you go and do your meditation, Dharani?" He suggested, trying to sound casual. "You always seem to be at peace afterward. Besides... this sharpening... will take a while, you know. You wouldn't want to be bored watching me work, would you?" He flashed a hopeful smile.

Dharani crossed her arms, looking at him suspiciously. "Swamy... why are you so eager to send me away? What are you up to?"

Parashurama cleared his throat nervously and waved his hand dismissively. "Me? Up to something? Oh no, no, nothing like that! I just..."

He searched for an excuse. "I just thought you'd prefer some quiet... peaceful... moments, so I suggested you to do meditation." He said, smiling a little too wide this time.

Before she could say anything else, she noticed someone approaching. Her expression softened slightly.

"Putri," she called out to the young woman walking toward them. "When Karna comes, make sure he eats something. He didn't eat anything after breakfast, and who knows where he went!"

The young woman nodded with a smile. "Ji, Mata Dharani. And I'll scold him too! He skipped lunch again today, and how can he leave without telling us where he's going? Doesn't he care for his mothers?"

Dharani nodded, her concern evident. "Yes, and... I don't trust him at all..." she said, jerking her thumb in Parashurama's direction. "When it comes to Karna, these two start their little games and dramas, and then they both come to me complaining about each other." She shook her head, thinking of how they always troubled her.

Satisfied with her instruction, she looked at Parashurama and said. "I'm going to mediate now," looking back at the young woman, she continued, "but If they cause any trouble, you know what to do."

The young woman smiled, fully understanding. "Ji Mata Dharani, I know exactly what you mean."

Dharani gave one last glance at her husband before heading inside.

Once she was out of earshot, the woman stood silently beside Parashurama, waiting for Karna's return.

Parashurama let out a relieved sigh and muttered to himself, "I swear, that woman could defeat an entire army and conquer kingdoms with just that look."

The woman chuckled softly, nodding in agreement, "And you, Bhagawan Parashurama, seem to lose every battle when she's involved."

Parashurama sighed, shaking his head. "Don't remind me."

The woman beside him gave a slight smile. It was not just any woman, it was the former princess of Kashi — AMBA. She stood there, the same fierce and strong princess of Kashi who had come to him, her eyes sharp with a fire that even time had not extinguished.

Parashurama glanced at her, remembering the day she came to him.

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FLASHBACK

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The city of Kashi bustled with life on the day that would change the course of three lives forever. Amba, the eldest princess of Kashi, along with her younger sisters, Ambika and Ambalika, had just been taken by Bhishma. He had arrived at their swayamvara unannounced, defeating every king and warrior present, to take the three princesses to Hastinapur for his half-brother, Vichitravirya, to marry.

But Amba's heart had long been pledged to another — King Shalva. She had hoped to choose him as her husband at the swayamvara, but now her future lay uncertain as she was brought before the court of Hastinapur.

Upon reaching Hastinapur, Amba gathered her courage. "I cannot marry your brother," she said, her voice steady. "My heart belongs to King Shalva."

Bhishma, bound by his own sense of righteousness, agreed. "If that is your wish, then I shall not force you into this marriage," he said, allowing her to return to King Shalva.

But when Amba reached King Shalva's court, her hopes were shattered. Shalva, filled with pride and humiliation after his defeat by Bhishma, refused her. "You were taken by Bhishma in front of all the kings. How can I accept you now, knowing you were in another's power?" His words cut deep, and Amba's heart was broken.

Devastated and rejected, she returned to Hastinapur, her spirit aflame with anger and determination. Confronting Bhishma once more, she stood before him, her voice shaking with fury and grief. "I was taken by you, and because of you, Shalva has rejected me. There is no one left for me to turn to. IF I MUST MARRY, THEN IT SHOULD BE YOU!"

Bhishma, his face as cold as the oath he had taken, shook his head. "I have sworn a vow of celibacy, princess. I cannot marry anyone."

Amba’s eyes blazed. "Then I will see that your vow is broken. If I cannot marry anyone else, I will ensure that you will not remain in peace either!"

Determined to seek justice, Amba sought the only person who could challenge Bhishma — Bhagwan Parashurama. She approached him with tears in her eyes, pleading for him to take up her cause. "Bhishma has wronged me, and now I have no place in this world. I ask you, Bhagwan, to fight for me and deliver justice."

Moved by her plea and outraged at Bhishma's refusal to marry her despite causing her ruin, Parashurama called upon Bhishma for a battle.

Bhishma, though deeply respectful of his Gurudev, had no choice but to accept the challenge, for Parashurama's word could not be ignored.

On the battleground, the clash of their weapons shook the earth. The two great warriors, unmatched in skill and strength, fought for days. Bhishma, with his indomitable will and skill, managed to hold his own against his teacher, while Parashurama, filled with righteous anger, wielded his axe with fury. Neither seemed to gain the upper hand.

As the battle reached its peak, the earth itself seemed to tremble under the might of their blows. It was then MAHADEV intervened.

Mahadev and Devi Ganga manifested before the warriors, their presence halting the fight instantly. Both Bhishma and Parashurama lowered their weapons, bowing in respect.

"Enough! This fight will lead to nothing but ruin for all involved." Mahadev said.

Devi Ganga stepped forward, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at Bhishma. "Putra, you see only the vow you have taken, but not the woman whose life has been shattered by your actions?"

Bhishma looked down at his mother's words. "Mata, my vow was made for the sake of Hastinapur. I never intended to cause harm, but I cannot break it."

Amba, stepped forward, her heart still full of unresolved pain. She looked at Mahadev, pleading for justice. "Mahadev, I have been wronged... Bhishma has destroyed my life, and I seek justice... I want him to pay for what he has done!"

Mahadev looked at her with compassion. "Justice you seek and justice you shall receive. But before you act upon your desire for revenge, look at what your actions will lead to."

Mahadev placed his hand on Amba's head. Instantly, she entered a trance-like state, her mind transported to a vision only she could see.

In this vision, Amba witnessed a future leading to kurukshetra war, suffering, and bloodshed — all set in motion by the actions of everyone. She saw everything and even herself, reborn, consumed by hatred and vengeance, bringing destruction not just to Bhishma but to herself as well. Her revenge, while momentarily satisfying, left behind a trail of ruin, and ultimately, it did not heal her soul.

Tears streamed down her face as the vision faded, and she found herself once more standing before Mahadev.

Mahadev's voice echoed in her mind, soft not powerful. "Putri, this is what your revenge has led to. Do you truly wish for this? Do you want this to happen again?"

Amba, her heart heavy with the weight of the future she had just seen, shook her head, her voice trembling. "No... I don't want this. I don't want this..."

Mahadev smiled gently and withdrew his hand. Bhishma, Parashurama, Devi Ganga looked on, confused by the exchange, yet sensing the profound change in Amba's demeanor.

Amba then looked at Mahadev, "Why, Mahadev? Why just women suffer? Why do we always bear the burnt of other's actions?"

Mahadev's face softened at Amba's question, "Putri, women do not suffer because they are weak, nor because they are lesser. Remember that suffering is not a sign of weakness, it is a test of strength and endurance. Yet, it is unfair that women often bear more pain due to the pride, fear, ignorance of others, or... sometimes even in the name of dharma.." Mahadev looked at Bhishma when saying the last words.

He then continued, "The true power of a woman lies not only in her ability to endure but also in her strength to transform that suffering into wisdom, compassion, and power. Just as my beloved Shakti embraced her trials to become Mahakali, so too can a woman rise above the pain inflicted upon her. Your suffering does not define you, it shapes the strength within you."

Amba understanding Mahadev words wiped her tears and looked at Bhishma, "I forgive you, Ganga Putra Bhishma, for what you have done to me."

Devi Ganga, moved by Amba's strength and her willingness to let go of vengeance, stepped forward. "Putri, your pain and your resilience have not gone unnoticed. I offer you a boon: you shall remain young, untouched by time, and you shall have ichha mrityu — the power to choose the moment of your death, just like my son Bhishma. With this, you will not be bound to mortal time. And you will be free to crave out your own path, untouched by the expections of the world."

BUT AMBA, she looked at Mahadev,

"Mahadev, I forgive Bhishma, but... My life... My life has been shattered... I have been rejected, wronged, and now I cannot return to my father, nor do I have a place in this world anymore. Mahadev... I... I have nothing left to live for."

Mahadev tried to make her understand with compassion. "Putri, your path has not yet ended. You have the power to choose your future, not as a victim of fate but as it's shaper."

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A/N:- Depending on the plot in future when Amba and Bhishma meet, I may or may not add here — Amba getting a boon from Mahadev or Amba and Bhishma together like a solution from Mahadev or Any other plot for Amba to give her a happy ending.

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Amba then turned to Parashurama and bowed, "I wish to stay here and serve you, Bhagwan."

Parashurama, who had been silent through the exchange, now looked at Amba with approval. "Putri Amba. If it is here you wish to remain, you shall always have a place by my side."

Mahadev smiled at her decision. "Putri Amba, In time, the world may need you again... And when that time comes, you should be ready to guide those in need, REMEMBER WHAT I SHOWED YOU THEN YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEANT."

With that Mahadev vanished.

Eventually, Amba's journey brought her to the sacred peaks of Mahendra Giri, where she remained.

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PRESENT — MAHENDRA GIRI

Now standing beside Parashurama once more at Mahendra Giri, Amba's presence was a reminder of the unfinished tale.

Amba looked at Parashurama with curiosity and asked, "Bhagwan Parashurama, why is it that you always seem to be 'punishing' Karna? Not a single day has passed without you or Karna rushing to Mata Dharani to complain about each other."

Parashurama chuckled, "Putri, you already know why — Karna is dear to me. And this time... I want to be more than just a strict teacher. As stern as I may appear, but I cherish every moment with him." His expression softened.

Amba's smile widened. "So, Karna must be your favorite student out of all those you've taught."

Parashurama's chest swelled with pride, and he nodded without hesitation. "Without a doubt, Karna is my favorite student…" he admitted seriously, "…but don't let him know I said that. He'll go around telling everyone I called him my favorite!"

"GURUDEV!!"

Just then, Karna arrived back with Ekalavya, dismounting from Shravas. He ran over to his teacher and exclaimed, "Gurudev! I made it back before sunset!"

Parashurama looked at the sky, nodding with an amused smile. "I didn't expect you to make it on time… but I'm impressed."

Amba, hands on her hips, demanded, "Yuvraj, where did you vanish without a word? Do you have any idea how worried Mata Dharani and Jiji were?"

Karna looked at Amba, feigning innocence. "Mata, it was urgent! I had to go. And it's not my fault..."

Parashurama raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Here we go... I bet he'll blame me next."

Sure enough, Karna grinned mischievously at Parashurama. "It's Gurudev's fault! He told me to be back before sunset — is that even possible, Mata? It's impossible, right!? So I left in a hurry!"

Parashurama rolled his eyes and muttered, "Yet, here you are, making the impossible possible."

Then, Parashurama noticed Ekalavya. "And who is this?" he asked Karna, eyeing the young boy with curiosity.

Karna turned to Ekalavya, motioning for him to come closer. "Gurudev, this is Ekalavya. His father is the chief of the Nishadas. He wanted to learn archery from GURU-BHRATA DRONACHARYA, but Acharya rejected him. Still, Ekalavya taught himself by watching from afar. And even after all that…" Karna explained, taking Ekalavya's hand. "Guru-Bhrata asked for his right thumb as Gurudakshina, despite never teaching him directly."

Parashurama's face softened, and he looked directly at Ekalavya. "Putra, Did Dronacharya force you to cut off your thumb?"

Ekalavya shook his head and spoke for the first time. "No, Bhagwan. I considered Acharya Drona as my guru, and as Gurudakshina, he asked me for my right thumb. So, I gave it to him willingly."

Parashurama looked at the bow on Ekalavya's back and was impressed by Ekalavya's unwavering determination and respect for his teacher. "And now, why did you come here with Karna?"

Ekalavya immediately knelt, bowing respectfully. "Bhagwan Parashurama, I wish to learn under you. Please accept me as your student."

While they were on the way to Mahendra Giri, Karna had suggested to Ekalavya that he request Parashurama himself.

Parashurama nodded and pointed toward a tree where a wooden bird was perched on one of its branches. "Very well, you see that bird... When Karna came to me, I asked him to shoot that bird in the eye…" He again looked at the bow on Ekalavya's back. "Looks like you're an archer as well. So, your task is simple — hit the bird's eye. Then I will accept you as my student."

Ekalavya instinctively reached for his bow but looked at his missing thumb.

Before he could voice his doubt, Karna spoke up. "Gurudev, for an archer, his hand and thumb are essential. Without his right thumb, it's nearly impossible for Ekalavya to hit the eye with precision…"

Parashurama replied, "Karna, how can you say it's impossible? A true archer always finds a way, even against the odds. If he cannot do it, then what can I teach an archer?" He then looked directly at Ekalavya and said, "If you truly wish to learn from me, prove to me your dedication."

With a stern look, he turned to Karna. "And you, Karna…" he said, a smirk forming on his lips. "Since you think this task is impossible, why don't you stand here without moving until Ekalavya hits the bird's eye? If you move even a single step before then, consider your training complete…"

Karna's eyes widened as he sulked. "Gurudev! Until... Ekalavya hits the bird's eye?"

Karna immediately looked at Amba, hoping she would intervene. "Mata Amba…"

Amba, seeing Karna's expression, softened. "Bhagwan Parashurama, he just returned, and you want him to stand here without rest?"

Karna nodded in agreement with Amba.

Parashurama replied, "Putri, I know you always melt for his innocent look, but if I give in every time, this student of mine will talk his way out of every task."

Parashurama reached over, giving Karna's ear a twist. "Standing here will teach you some patience."

Karna sighed, rubbing his ear as he looked around, then asked Amba, "Mata, where is Mata Dharani? If she sees how I'm being treated—"

Parashurama smirked. "I sent her to meditate. She won't be coming here anytime soon... No one will save you—"

A voice interrupted, "What's going on here?"

"MATA HIRANYA!"

"Mata Hiranya!!! Do something, save me..." Karna said, seeing her.

Hiranya looked at each of them in turn and finally crossed her arms, facing Karna. "What did you do this time?"

Amba muttered with a sigh, "Jiji, it's another punishment from Bhagwan Parashurama…"

Karna launched into a dramatic explanation, detailing everything from the time he asked Parashurama to visit his friend. He ended with, "And now Gurudev says I have to stand here without moving until Ekalavya hits that TINY bird's eye!"

Hiranya looked at Ekalavya with a kind smile. "Putra Ekalavya, when the road ahead is blocked, sometimes it is wise to find another path. THE TRUE STRENGTH OF AN ARCHER LIES NOT JUST IN THE BOW HE HOLDS BUT IN THE WAY HE CHOOSES TO DRAW IT."

Ekalavya's eyes widened as he absorbed her words, realization drawing upon him. "You mean... If I cannot use my right hand, I should try with my left?" He replied, with hope in his voice.

Hiranya nodded, Parashurama smiled, pleased that Ekalavya understood.

Karna then looked at Amba and Hiranya, pleading, "Mata, I didn't even do anything, and Gurudev is giving me a punishment…"

Parashurama replied with a knowing smile, "Putri, you know as well as I do that Karna would get away with anything if you ladies keep melting at his words and innocent looks."

Proving his Gurudev right, Karna put on his best innocent look.

"Mata Hiranya... I'm hungry…"

Hiranya smiled and turned to Amba. "Amba, bring food here for Karna."

Hiranya, turning to Parashurama. "Bhagwan Parashurama, surely you can't expect your most mischievous student to stand here without moving."

She looked back at Karna and said, "Putra Karna, Instead of just standing, why don't you try something new?" she said the last part looking at Ekalavya.

Karna's eyes widened in realization at Hiranya's hint, that he should try left-handed approach. He looked at Parashurama. "Gurudev, I... I've never actually tried archery with my left hand. I've mastered it with my right, but... Perhaps I should try as well."

Parashurama's expression softened, and he placed a hand on Karna's shoulder. "You surprise me every day, Karna. Yes, give it a try. True mastery lies not in dominance of one hand but in the ability to adapt."

Hiranya then looked back at Parashurama. "Perhaps now... you could lessen his punishment."

Parashurama sighed. "All right," he said at last, with a smile breaking through his stern demeanor. "Karna, you'll stand here without moving until you hit the target with your left hand. Once you do, you're free to move."

A determined smile crossed Karna's face. "If that's what you want, Gurudev, then I'll do it. I will not move until I hit that bird's eye with my left hand!" he declared, ready for the challenge.

He took a deep breath, switching his bow to his left hand, feeling the familiar yet different grip, and focused intently on the target.

Parashurama's expression softened as he watched Karna prepare. He spoke addressing both Karna and Ekalavya. "Remember, Karna, the spirit of an archer doesn't lie in one's hand but in his heart and will. Just as you will learn to shoot with your left hand, Ekalavya... You will learn to adapt to this situation without your right thumb. Both of you have your challenges, but overcoming them is what makes you true archers."

Ekalavya understanding Parashurama's words, and to prove himself, nodded. "I understand, Bhagwan. I will give it my all!"

With the two archers shared a determined look, silently encouraging each other.

Amba brought food to both Karna and Ekalavya. But Karna, shook his head, "No, Mata. Until I hit that bird's eye with my left hand, I will not eat."

Amba and Hiranya exchanged glances. Once Karna had set his mind on something, no force in the world could sway him, and they knew this was one of those moments. Both chose to remain silent, stepping back and watching over him.

Hearing Karna, Parshurama sat down nearby, closing his eyes in mediation. He vowed to himself — he would not break his mediation until Karna call him.

The next morning Mata Dharani arrived, and learned what happened. She looked at Karna with concern. But she, too, knew her son well enough — Karna would not waver, no matter what.

As the days turned into nights, Karna and Ekalavya both focused on the wooden bird.

While Ekalavya would rest occasionally, but Karna pushed himself to his limit.

Late one night, Ekalavya asked. "Bhrata Karna... You need to rest..."

Karna only shook his head in response. "No, Ekalavya. Not until I hit the target."

Time passed slowly, as the sun rose and set day my day, Karna's body grew weaker, yet his determination did not waver.

Parshurama did not open his eyes from the moment Karna started.

Finally after countless attempts and a series of near-misses, on the 31st day Karna's vision blurred as he looked at the bird on the branch, but then, SOMETHING INSIDE HIM STIRRED. A moment of absolute clarity swept over him. All the weariness, the hunger faded into the background, leaving only him and the target.

With a steady breath, focusing every fiber of his being on the bird's eye. Karna pulled back the bowstring, blocking out the world around him until there was nothing left but his target.

He released the arrow, and with a faint, swift hum, it sailed through the air, striking It's mark.

Thwack! The arrow pierced the bird's eye,

Karna's face lit up with triumph, his eyes wide with disbelief and exhilaration. His exhaustion melted away in the rush of victory as he let out a shout.

"Gurudev!!! I did it!" His voice, hoarse but vibrant, echoed.

Only at that call, Parashurama opened his eyes, breaking the meditation. A proud smile spread across his face as he looked at Karna.

"Well done, Karna." Parshurama said, his voice full of quiet pride.

After Karna's success, each day, he stood by Ekalavya's side, watching and guiding him with the same patience he had shown himself. Ekalavya was diligent and focused, yet there were moments when frustration crept in after missing the target repeatedly. But Karna was there, a steady and encouraging presence.

Day after day, Karna encouraged Ekalavya to refine his stance, his grip, his focus, and his timing. Ekalavya would listen intently, absorbing every bit of advice, his respect for Karna growing with each passing day. Karna's unyielding resolve inspired him, giving him the strength to keep going no matter how many attempts it took.

"Remember, it's not just about hitting the mark," Karna said one evening, his voice calm but resolute. "It's about finding the resolve within yourself to keep aiming. You have it in you, Ekalavya, believe in it."

With Karna's encouragement, Ekalavya grew steadier, his confidence bolstered by Karna's faith in him.

Finally, after three months of tireless practice, the dawn of Ekalavya's victory arrived. As the early rays of the sun filtered through the trees, Ekalavya steadied his bow, his gaze unwavering on the wooden bird's eye. The air around him felt charged, his every sense attuned to the target. This was the moment.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and released the arrow.

Thwack! The arrow hit the bird's eye squarely, and for a second, silence hung in the air.

Ekalavya's face lit up with realization, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and disbelief. He turned toward Karna, with excitement.

"Bhrata Karna!!! I did it... Bhagwan Parashurama, I hit the bird's eye!" His voice filled with joy and gratitude.

Karna's face broke into a proud, approving smile. He couldn't have been happier for Ekalavya's achievement, knowing just how much heart and effort had gone into this moment.

"Call me Gurudev, Putra," Parashurama said, his voice both commanding and gentle. "From now on, you are my student."

Ekalavya bowed deeply, gratitude and reverence shining in his eyes as he whispered, "Yes, Gurudev."

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Karna's training till now under Parashurama at Mahendra Giri

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When Karna first arrived at Mahendra Giri, he felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. He had heard about Bagawan Parashurama from his Pitamah and Pitashree Suryadev and was eager to learn from the legendary sage. However, from the moment Parashurama accepted Karna as a student, he was put to the test in ways he never expected.

Karna soon realized that his training would not begin with weapons or combat techniques. Instead, Parashurama instructed him to do various menial tasks around the ashram — cleaning, washing clothes, cutting wood for the fire, fetching water from a nearby stream, polishing weapons. Each task felt like a punishment, Karna often found himself questioning whether this was some kind of revenge his Gurudev was taking.

"Gurudev," he would often ask, "when will I start my training? At this rate, I'll master these chores before I even pick up a weapon."

Parshurama, rather than explaining his reasoning, would smile knowingly and say, "You missed that spot, clean properly." It was as if he took pleasure in pushing Karna's limits, not just as a teacher but as a mentor forging a bond akin to that of a father and son.

Despite his initial frustration, Karna began to understand the deeper significance of these tasks. They taught him patience, attention to detail, and respect for the tools of war, cultivating a sense of focus that would serve him well in his future training.

Once Parshurama deemed Karna ready, he introduced Karna to intensive meditation as the foundation for mastery. This meditation practice was meant not just to strengthen Karna physically, but to awaken and stabilize the dormant yogic powers within him, stemming from the divine essences of Suryadev and Mahadev.

Through months of disciplined meditation, Karna gradually learned to center his mind and tap into his inherent spiritual strength. He also began to gain control over his Kavach when he is in immediate danger.

While he could activate the Kavach consciously, neither he nor Parashurama realized that in times of intense emotion — such as anger or distress — the Kavach would instinctively appear, protecting him beyond his conscious will. This instinctive activation was tied to the divine essence of Mahadev within him.

As months turned into years, Karna transitioned from mediation to the rigorous training that Parashurama had planned for him.

Parashurama began teachings Karna everything he had learned from Mahadev. His own training from Mahadev had been intense, and he sought to pass that same level of dedication onto Karna. He wanted Karna to understand the true essence of combat — fighting with purpose, discipline, and respect for the art of war.

With a strong foundation from his basic training under Sapta Rishi's, Karna found it easier to adapt to Parashurama's rigorous training.

Parashurama introduced Karna to the principles of Dharma and Karma, stressing that a true warrior fights not for power or revenge, but for the protection of justice and balance. Karna was taught that dharma must guide his actions on the battlefield and in life, regardless of his personal hardships.

Building on this moral framework, Parashurama then began instructing Karna on the Ashtasiddhis, unique yogic abilities that allowed him to manipulate his physical form. Through rigorous discipline and focus, Karna mastered four of these siddhis, which provided him with an exceptional edge in combat.

1. Anima (Shrinking) – This is the ability to reduce one's size to a tiny form, even as small as an atom. This power could allow one to escape a situation, observe details unnoticed by others, or move stealthily without detection.

2. Mahima (Expanding) – This is the ability to increase one's size, expanding to an enormous form. In a battle, this could be used to intimidate opponents making it difficult for the opponent to approach or attack.

3. Garima (Becoming Heavy) – With this siddhi, one can increase their weight at will, making themselves as heavy as a mountain. This can be useful in defense, anchoring oneself firmly to the ground to prevent being moved or thrown off balance.

4. Laghima (Becoming Light) – The opposite of Garima, Laghima allows one to make their body extremely light, as light as a feather. It can be useful for agility, swift movement.

Even though Karna has the boon to heal anyone with just a touch of his hand, Parashurama still taught him Ayurveda and Rasayana, introducing Karna to the medicinal properties of various herbs, treatments. Through Rasayana, Karna learned to concoct elixirs and medicinal tonics, useful for sustaining energy and aiding in recovery. This wisdom deepened Karna's understanding of life's fragility and the importance of each battle fought for a righteous cause.

FINALLY, PARASHURAMA LET KARNA USE THE WEAPONS — INSTEAD OF JUST MAKING HIM CLEAN THEM.

Parashurama introduced Karna to Ayudhavidya (the mastery of various weapons) through intense one-on-one combat, enhancing Karna's understanding of each weapon's unique purpose and optimal use on the battlefield.

This training refined Karna's sense of timing, positioning, and countering multiple opponents, honing his adaptability in dynamic combat scenarios. They also delved into strategic warfare tactics, including battlefield formations, psychological warfare, and mental resilience, preparing Karna for any situation he might encounter as a warrior.

Starting with the sword (Khadga), Karna learned different sword techniques, combining speed and strength. Parashurama taught him to use the sword in close combat, emphasizing anticipation of an opponent's moves, and refining both defensive and offensive skills.

Next came the mace (Gada),

Although Karna got the boon to increase his strength manifold at will, Parashurama strictly instructed Karna to not use it during training.

"Remember, Karna, the strength of the body must be matched by the strength of the mind. Do not rely solely on your boon, master the weapon as a true warrior." Parashurama would say.

The mace required great physical strength and technique. Karna practiced powerful strikes, counters, and maintaining balance and control with this heavy weapon, which was one of the most challenging to master effectively.

Hand-to-Hand Combat was next, Parashurama skilled even without weapons, taught Karna essential techniques for unarmed combat. They sparred, focusing on agility, pressure points, and reflexes. Their sparring sessions in mock battles highlighted the importance of speed and body awareness. Karna learned to use his environment to his advantage, practicing throws and escapes that would allow him to defend against stronger opponents.

The spear (Shula) was introduced next, where Karna learned the art of spear-throwing and close combat, practicing how to deliver powerful strikes while maintaining control of his stance and aim. He also learned to deliver strikes from various distances and angles while also mastering defensive maneuvers against incoming attacks.

Finally, the time came for Archery (Dhanurvidya). This was Karna's favorite part of training.

Knowing Karna's passion for archery, Parshurama taught him last to make sure Karna mastered the other weapons first. He instructed Karna on everything from basic targeting to complex multi-arrow shots, helping him anticipate moving targets, relying on sound, and shooting in dark. They practiced in quiet areas, allowing Karna to concentrate and improve his skills without distractions.

Throughout his training, Karna only fought with Parashurama, gaining firsthand experience against an unparalleled warrior. These intense sessions over the years at Mahendra Giri sharpened his skills, pushing him to master each weapon.

However, during these sessions of training, whenever Karna felt his strength waning and his focus slipping. Just as he was about to falter, SOMETHING UNEXPECTED WOULD HAPPEN. He would feel a surge of energy rush through him — it was unlike anything Karna felt before, like roaring fire igniting within. His fatigue vanished in an instant, replaced by a strange but exhilarating feeling.

At other times, during deep meditation, Karna would feel this same mysterious feeling. Often, he would find himself wondering about this power, but each time he tried to grasp it consciously, it slipped away, like mist between his fingers.

KARNA DID NOT YET KNOW, THIS SURGE OF ENERGY WAS THE ESSENCE OF MAHADEV WITHIN HIM — A PART OF HIS VERY SOUL THAT WOULD EMERGE WHEN HE FACED MOMENTS OF STRUGGLE OR DEEP MEDITATION.

Parashurama noticed these moments, though he said nothing. He observed Karna closely, knowing the boy possessed something extraordinary. It was this unique quality in Karna that motivated Parashurama to push Karna beyond his limits.

Karna, however, remained unaware of the divine origin of this force. He simply believed it to be his inner strength. And so, he continued his training with unshakable determination, driven by the mysterious power that seemed to awaken only when he needed it most.

Karna was so dedicated that he often skipped meals and practiced day and night, sometimes without sleeping. Whenever he exhausted himself, both Parashurama and Karna faced scoldings from the three ladies — Mata Dharani, Amba, and Hiranya.

Parashurama would say, "I never told him to skip food or sleep!"

Meanwhile, Karna would reply, "Gurudev, but you always say that if I make mistakes, you will make me practice all night!"

Parashurama always seemed to lose these arguments, because no matter what the three ladies always support Karna.

While Parashurama taught nearly all his knowledge, he chose not to teach Karna the divine astras of the Trimurti.

Parashurama wished for his Gurudev — Mahadev — to test Karna first. Only then, if deemed worthy, could Karna recieve these formidable powers, whether granted by Parashurama himself or by the gods themselves through divine favor.

Additionally, Parashurama also withheld the knowledge of Maya (Illusion), a type of warfare often taught by SHUKRACHARYA, the teacher of Asuras. Karna had expressed a desire to learn the Sanjeevani Mantra from Sukracharya, but Parashurama knew that the Asura guru would not easily share such powerful knowledge, especially with a Deva Putra like Karna.

Parashurama realized that Karna's quest to learn the mantra would not be easy, particularly if he approached Sukracharya solely for that purpose.

So Parashurama invited Sukracharya to his ashram...

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One day, everyone sat together, with KARNA and EKALAVYA engaged in a serious conversation, while Parashurama and the ladies — Dharani, Amba, and Hiranya were listening to the conversation.

Karna, placing a hand on Ekalavya's shoulder, said seriously, "Alright, Ekalavya, since you are a student of Gurudev and as your Guru-bhrata... I'm going to teach you about four astras. Trust me, they'll be useful for your survival in your journey here under Gurudev."

Ekalavya nodded eagerly, ready to learn whatever Karna was about to teach him.

Karna asked, "So, do you know about the — Brahmastra, Brahma-danda, Brahmashira, and our Gurudev's personal astra, Bhargava astra?"

Ekalavya nodded yes.

Parshurama, who was listening quietly thought to himself. "I didn't teach him these yet. What is he doing?"

Karna started, "Good... First is the Bharagav Astra. This is the one you should always use if Gurudev says anything that puts you in trouble. You can always rely on me — your personal Bhargava Astra!"

Parashurama rolled his eyes.

Karna continued, "Next, we have the Brahmastra. If you ever find yourself in trouble, just aim it at your enemy and — boom!! 💥 Instant victory!" He gestured toward Amba, saying, "And if you ever get yourself in trouble with our Gururdev... You can always go to Mata Amba here!! She's the Brahmastra!! She will bail you out of any trouble with Gururdev!"

Amba smiled and asked, "So, I'm the Brahmastra now?"

Karna nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely, Mata Amba! You always saved me from Gurudev."

Parshurama again rolled his eyes but did not say anything. He was curious to hear more.

Karna went on, "Now, the Brahma-danda is next! This one can absorb any incoming attack towards its owner. And if you ever need to calm Gurudev's anger, just listen to Mata Hiranya! She is the Brahma-danda! Gurudev always listens to her." He gestured toward Hiranya.

Hiranya playfully twisted Karna's ear saying, "So every time I save you from Bhagawan Parashurama, you're using me as a weapon, huh?"

Karna sheepishly smiled. "Mata Hiranya... You are very effective against Gurudev! He never refuses anything you say."

Karna continued, "And then we have the Brahmashira! THIS IS THE ONE FOR WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO MAKE A STATEMENT. IF YOU EVER WANT TO CONVINCE GURUDEV FOR ANYTHING, MATA DHARANI IS THE BEST!" Karna gestured to Mata Dharani.

Mata Dharani smiled and shook her head gently, while Karna smirked at Parashurama, saying, "In front of Mata Dharani, Gurudev always loses, so victory will be yours!"

Parshurama cleared his throat, and looked at his wife and started complaining, "Dharani, you won't say anything? Did you hear how he was using you as a weapon all these years?"

Karna grinned mischievously, when Dharani replied, "Swami... I was the one who taught him this..."

Amba, Hiranya, Ekalavya and Karna burst into laughing hearing this.

Parashurama shocked, Mata Dharani rocked.

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JUST THEN, TWO FIGURES APPEARED IN THIN AIR.

Parashurama greeted one of them — it was none other than Sukracharya.

The atmosphere shifted as the renowned Asura guru entered the ashram. He looked around, taking in the scene before his eyes. His eyes landed on Karna and he immediately felt a strong divine aura emanating from him.

"Karna, I need to have a private conversation. Make sure I am not disturbed." Parashurama said.

Karna nodded. "Ji Gurudev."

Parashurama motioned for Sukracharya to step away from Karna and the others.

Once they were alone, Parashurama addressed Sukracharya, "Sukracharya, I have a request. I wish for you to take Karna as your disciple."

Sukracharya raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Parashurama, why would I do that? You know how fiercely I guard my teachings, especially from a Dev Putra. And I can clearly feel the divine aura from that boy earlier, What does he seek from me?"

Parashurama continued, "Karna has expressed a desire to learn the Sanjeevani Mantra, but I ask you to teach him everything you know. So he can master the arts of warfare and illusions(Maya)."

Sukracharya opened his mouth to refuse, but the figure accompanying him leaned in closer, whispering urgently,

"KARNA IS THE SURYAPUTRA WITH DIVINE KAVACH KUNDALS, THE ONE VRITRASURA IS AFTER..."

Sukracharya paused, considering the implications of this revelation. "Parashurama, you said he only wants to learn the Sanjeevani Mantra. If he doesn't want to learn anything else, then how can I teach him?"

The mysterious figure leaned closer once more and said,

"I CAN MAKE KARNA ASK YOU TO TEACH HIM EVERYTHING."

Parashurama eyed the young man suspiciously. "May I know who you are? How do you know about Karna?"

Sukracharya smiled, "He is my best student, DAKSHA!"

Daksha replied with a smile. "I met Karna before..."

Turning to Daksha, Sukracharya inquired, "Daksha... how will you make Karna ask me to teach him everything, not just the Sanjeevani Mantra?"

Daksha smirked confidently. "Gurudev, leave that to me. Just tell Karna that he has to fight with me to be accepted as your student."

Sukracharya nodded, intrigued by the challenge.

Parashurama called out, "Karna!!"

Karna approached immediately. He smiled at Daksha recognising him.

Parashurama introduced Sukracharya to him. "He is Asuruguru Sukracharya... You always said you wanted to meet him, right?"

Karna nodded and joined his hands in greeting, saying, "Pranipat."

Sukracharya nodded in return, "I hear you want to be my student?"

Karna replied respectfully, "Yes, Acharya, I want to learn the Sanjeevani Mantra from you. Please accept me as your student."

Sukracharya studied Karna for a moment, then asked, "Why only the Sanjeevani Mantra? I've heard you are a Deva Putra. Do you intend to use this mantra against the Asuras?"

Karna smiled gently. "No... I have a boon that allows me to heal anyone with just a touch. But with the Sanjeevani Mantra, I could heal any wound, ailment, or condition — even those of birth, like blindness... My father is blind from birth, and my mother has blindfolded herself to share in his world. I want to remove my mother's blindfold, but that is only possible if the reason she blindfolded herself no longer exists."

Sukracharya was taken aback, he did not expect such a heartfelt answer. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I will take you as my student if you can defeat my student, Daksha..."

Karna looked at Daksha who was smiling at him, a playful challenge in his eyes. Karna accepted the challenge, his resolve strengthened by the love for his parents.

Daksha and Karna stood facing each other, their eyes locked.

Around them, Parshurama and Sukracharya stood together, observing their students closely. Ekalavya stood with the ladies. All eager to witness the fight.

Daksha broke the silence with a smile. "Nice meeting you again, VASUSEN..." He greeted casually.

Karna returned the smile, "Likewise... though I never expected our reunion to be like this."

Daksha confidently taunting, "Are you ready to lose?"

Karna's expression turned serious, letting the playful words fade. "Less talk — let's start."

With a smirk, Daksha tossed a sturdy wooden branch at Karna's feet. "We'll use these sticks!"

Karna picked up the stick, testing it's weight. He already mastered all the weapons and while this seemed simple, he knew it's not.

Sukracharya raised his voice, "The match will end only when my student — Daksha, accepts defeat." he proclaimed, his gaze shifting between the two young warriors.

Daksha, looked at Sukracharya, the look in his eyes was a request. "Gururdev, if he hits me three times... then I will accept my defeat..."

Sukracharya nodded with a smile.

With that, the match began.

Daksha circled Karna, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's see what you can do!" He lunged forward, swinging his stick, testing Karna's reflexes.

Karna sidestepped Daksha's first attack with ease, countering with a swift strike of his own. The crack of wood echoed as their sticks collided. Each clash showcased their respective skills, with Karna pushing forward.

Daksha laughed, dodging Karna's next move. "Is that all you've got?"

Karna's determination hardened. With a powerful swing, he aimed for Daksha's mid-section. But in a flash, Daksha vanished into thin air before his eyes, reappearing behind him in a blur. Daksha gave Karna's shoulder a playful tap with his stick before disappearing again.

Confused, Karna spun around, "What was that?"

But Daksha appeared in front of Karna, teasing. "Why are you looking back when I am standing at your front?"

Karna looked at front again when Daksha hit him making him stumble back a little.

Karna attacked but again in an instant, Daksha vanished into thin air.

"Where did he go?" Karna thought.

Only Daksha's voice is heard, taunting him. "Can't see me?"

Suddenly, he reappeared behind Karna, jabbing at his legs. Karna stumbled slightly, but he quickly regained his footing.

"How did he do that?" Karna thought.

Understanding what Karna was thinking, Daksha said with a sarcastic laugh. "Too bad — you don't know how to use illusions?"

Daksha flickered in and out of view, dancing around Karna. Each time Karna swung to strike, Daksha disappeared, only to reappear in another position. With each of his movements, he expertly feigned attacks, swift and unpredictable.

Frustrated, Karna thought, I have to focus. He concentrated, trying to anticipate Daksha's next move. As Daksha vanished again, Karna closed his eyes momentarily, listening intently for any sign of movement.

Daksha reappeared suddenly, this time launching a series of quick strikes, each one just grazing Karna's shoulder.

"Come on, Vasusen! You're doing great — just not great enough!" Daksha teased, his voice echoing playfully.

Karna gritted his teeth, each taunt fueling his resolve. "Stop playing games and fight me seriously!" he demanded.

Then, Daksha used an illusion to create the sound of multiple footsteps surrounding Karna.

"What is happening?" Karna thought.

Karna's head spun as he turned in every direction, trying to locate Daksha. Just as he found his footing, Daksha appeared directly in front of him, striking with precision.

Karna barely managed to block the hit, stumbling back. "You're just toying with me!" he yelled, the heat of competition igniting within him.

"Of course! But this is only the beginning!" Daksha smirked, launching another attack. As he did, he seemed to split into two — one figure darted to the left while the other feigned an attack from the right.

Each move Daksha is making, Karna felt as though he was fighting a phantom. Something sparked in Karna — admiration, awe, and a desire to understand this. "I have to learn this... How did he vanish like that? How is doing all this? How can he split himself into illusions?"

Karna focused, narrowing his eyes, trying to pierce the illusion. Suddenly, he spotted the real Daksha, and turned, swinging his stick with all his might, only to find empty space again.

"Not so easy, is it?" Daksha called, his voice echoing from different directions. "YOU'RE FIGHTING A MASTER OF ILLUSIONS!"

Karna gritted his teeth, pushing back against the mounting confusion. "I won't give up! Focus, Karna! Concentrate on the real one." He reminded himself.

Suddenly, a series of illusions appeared in front of him — five Daksha's, all seemingly mimicking, a perfect replica of the original, their movements synchronized.

Just then, HIRANYA, watching from the sidelines, speaking with Ekalavya but said loud enough for Karna to hear. "Ekalavya, when you're confused, you should always look into the eyes of your opponent. Eyes reveals the truth what illusions cannot — reality!"

Karna heard her words, he started getting clarity. He turned his focus to the remaining figures, examining it's eyes closely. "There! All are looking at only one!" He thought.

In that moment of clarity, Karna charged forward, striking at the figure. "Found you!" he yelled, unleashing a powerful blow.

The stick connected with a satisfying thud, and Daksha stumbled back, surprised by Karna's sudden realization.

FIRST HIT.

"Impressive!" Daksha admitted, panting slightly. "But can you do it again?"

Just then, Ekalavya asked Hiranya. "Mata HIRANYA... How did you know that Bhrata Karna should focus on the eyes?"

HEARING THE NAME 'HIRANYA' DAKSHA FROZE. HE INSTANTLY LOOKED AT HER. Karna took advantage of Daksha being distracted and landed a blow.

SECOND HIT.

Daksha steadied himself, looking at Karna, his expression shifting into one of admiration. "Well done, Vasusen," he admitted. But his competitive spirit remained. "But let's see if you can earn that thrid strike."

Daksha shifted his tactics, and activated a more advanced form of Maya(illusion), creating a multiple replicas of himself that mirrored his movements. These figures spun and blurred together, a dizzying display that left Karna momentarily disoriented.

"Getting dizzy?" Daksha's voice echoed from each illusions, each copy taunting Karna from all sides. The illusions moved in perfect unison, creating an impenetrable barrier.

But Karna took a deep breath, and remembered Hiranya's advice. "Focus on the eyes," he whispered to himself, as he scanned the figures around him.

Daksha's real form darted in, throwing another strike toward Karna's shoulder, but Karna blocked it just in time, feeling the impact of the real strike. He spun around, looking into the figure's eyes.

"There you are," Karna muttered, swinging his stick in a swift upward motion.

The stick connected with Daksha's side, landing the third and final hit with precision. Daksha stumbled back, absorbing the impact before he finally chuckled, holding his side as he caught his breath.

"THIRD HIT," Karna declared, lowering his stick with respect.

Daksha looked up at Karna, with a genuine smile on his face. "You've truly earned this victory, Vasusen. I didn't expect you to see through my illusions so quickly." he said, raising his hands in surrender. "As promised, I accept my defeat."

Parashurama and Sukracharya exchanged proud glances, both impressed by the display of skill, respect, and determination.

Sukracharya approached Karna, his gaze approving. "You've proven yourself. I accept you as my student."

Karna, spoke with a determination that came from the depths of his heart. "Gurudev… I want to learn everything from you — not only the Sanjeevani mantra. Please teach me everything you know."

Sukracharya first smiled at Daksha and then looking at Karna he said, "Then so be it, Karna. I will teach you everything I know."

Daksha clapped Karna on the back. "Next time, don't expect me to go so easy on you!" he teased, and Karna returned his smile, filled with gratitude.

"Thank you... I learned more from this fight than I could have imagined." Karna said, his voice filled with genuine respect.

Daksha nodded.

Hiranya stepped forward, she approached Sukracharya, bending down to touch his feet in respect.

Sukracharya's eyes softened as Hiranya touched his feet. With a gentle hand on her head, he blessed her. "May you find strength in patience and clarity in your path."

Then he asked, "How are you? Putri Hiranya..."

Hiranya's lips curved into a soft smile. "Gurudev, I am waiting for him..." She replied, her words, veiled in mystery, seemed to carry the weight of time itself, and only Sukracharya understood their meaning.

Sukracharya turned to DAKSHA, who was watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Daksha... She is the one you are looking for... Go, Speak with her."

Daksha's eyes widened with shock, and Hiranya, too looked at Daksha confused.

Sukracharya then turned to Parashurama, "I will take Karna with me now."

Parashurama nodded, turning to Karna. "Go and say your farewells to your mothers and Ekalavya. You'll be leaving to learn under Sukracharya."

Karna nodded and everyone dispersed leaving only Daksha and Hiranya.

Once they are alone, Daksha immediately touched her feet. Hiranya placed her hand on his head, offering him her blessings.

"Who are you, Putra? And why did Gurudev say you were looking for me?" she asked gently, but with authority.

Daksha introduced himself, "Mata... I am Daksha, my father, Dakshara was Asura king before — Vritrasura came and reclaimed the throne... My father told me about you and asked me to find you." His voice trailed off.

Hiranya nodded, her expression calm, as though this was the news she had long anticipated. "I know my son has been released from his imprisonment."

She paused, looking at Karna who was talking to others, and continued.

"Once Karna leaves Mahendra Giri... tell my mother, Diti, about me. Tell her I wish to meet her and Vritra... Vritrasura."

Daksha surprised asked, "You know Vritrasura is looking for Karna?"

Hiranya smiled, her expression shrouded in mystery, the kind of knowing that belongs to those bound by time but not defined by it.

"Yes, I am aware..."

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LOCATION — ASURA LOK

Years had slipped through the cracks of time since Vritrasura had taken Saanvi from her family. What had begun as a nightmarish captivity had transformed into something complex.

At first, Saanvi's imprisonment in Asura Lok had been cold and unforgiving. She was kept in a prison with nothing but the bare essentials. Days passed, and Saanvi, spent her days in silence, consumed by fear and longing for her family. She refused to eat or speak, growing weaker each day.

But then Vritrasura noticed her, and made a surprising change. He ordered Saanvi to be moved to a lavish chamber within the palace. Her new room was richly adorned, with a soft bed and all the comforts a princess would have.

"This will be your room," Vritrasura announced firmly. "From now on, you are free to roam the palace, but you will not step outside. If you try to escape, I will have no choice but to return you to that prison."

Days turned into weeks as Saanvi found herself seated beside him at meals. One evening, Vritrasura looked at her with a slight frown. "I hear you're not eating. It's not good for you, Saanvi."

Saanvi remained silent, longing for her family, for freedom, but every time she pleaded with him to let her go, Vritrasura would get angry, and his response was always the same. "You are not going anywhere," he would declare, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As time went on, Vritrasura offered her training, "Do you want to train with me? I could teach you to fight — to defend yourself."

AND THAT'S HOW SHE FOUND HERSELF HERE...

The dark training chamber resounded with the clashing of weapons. Saanvi, worn and panting, wielded a sword, her hand trembling with each strike. Vritrasura circled her, his cold, calculating eyes, pushing her beyond her limits.

"Focus! Saanvi... Is this all you have? Weakness has no place here!" Vritrasura's tone was sharp.

Vritrasura's anger was because of the events that happened in Mathura, and he had chosen to unleash it on Saanvi.

"I am trying!" Saanvi protested.

"Trying is not enough!" Vritrasura snapped, stepping closer with an intensity that made Saanvi flinch.

Saanvi raised her sword again, pushing herself to strike, only for Vritrasura to dodge effortlessly, and with a slight twist of his hand, disarmed her. The sword clattered to the ground as she stumbled, exhaustion finally taking its toll.

But before she could even catch her breath, he barked, "You fight like you wish to lose!" This was his way of drawing her in, to show her the fire that burned within him — a fire she could either fear or embrace.

Over the years, Vritrasura had never harmed her in any way that would break her spirit. His training was always hard, pushing her to her limits. But there was no malice in his methods, only a relentless drive to forge her into a warrior. She had grown stronger as a warrior.

Yet, facing him now, Saanvi felt a strange mix of emotions. NEUTRALITY, perhaps, was the best way to describe her feelings.

Yes, Vritrasura had taken her from her family, but he had also never broken her. Each moment spent in his presence held a strange blend of fear, respect, and a reluctant attachment.

Breathing heavily, Saanvi dropped her guard momentarily, confusion flickering in her eyes. "What happened in Mathura? Did something happen which made you angry, and now you're taking it out on me?" Her tone was bold, cutting through the tension.

Vritrasura was taken aback by her questions, and how boldly she asked him without any fear. But he knew the way he treated her was the reason why she could freely talk to him like this.

His anger vanished, and he replied, "You don't need to know what happened, at least not yet..."

Then Vritrasura extended a hand to her, which Saanvi took without hesitation.

"Look closely, Saanvi," he said, his voice gentle, and with a gesture of his hand, he showed her something.

Saanvi saw her sister Aaradhya's life.

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After Saanvi taken by Vritrasura

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Aaradhya's heart sank when she found out Saanvi was missing, and no one knew what had happened? Or how she went missing in the first place?

But Instead of searching for her sister, Aaradhya was sent to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram to learn under the Sapta Rishi's and their wives.

Though Aaradhya didn't want to leave, not after knowing that Saanvi was out there, somewhere, in danger and waiting for her Aaru Jiji to save her, she felt the weight of her parents, the king and queen of Ayodhya, along with Rishi Vashishta's insistence. "You cannot do anything or help her now, but you can do something only when you are strong enough to do that..."

Reluctantly, Aaradhya agreed, though her heart was filled with worry for Saanvi.

VRITRASURA MANIPULATED THE VISION — SHOWING ONLY WHAT HE WANTED TO SHOW AND NOT COMPLETELY.

HE SHOWED ONLY THE MOMENTS WHERE AARADHYA DECIDED TO GO, OMITTING THE PART WHERE SHE HAD AGREED TO LEAVE SOLELY DUE TO THE INSISTENCE OF EVERYONE.

This distortion served his agenda, fueling Saanvi's feelings of abandonment.

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LOCATION — RISHI BHARADWAJA'S ASHRAM

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Under the canopy of trees at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, Aaradhya, the young princess of Ayodhya, received profound teachings from each of the Sapta Rishi's and their wives. Each imparted unique wisdom, helping her cultivate a diverse set of skills and values.

Rishi Kashyapa taught her about the elements and the interconnectedness of all living beings. He taught her the true meaning of Daya (compassion) to understand all living creatures.

Mata Aditi taught her the kalas of Geeta Vidya (singing), Nritya Vidya (dancing), and Vadya Vidya (playing on musical instruments). Through this, she became Nrityajna (Best of dancers) and Sangitajna (Best of singers).

Rishi Atri focused on Tapasya (meditation) and self-discipline, teaching her the strength that comes from inner peace and mental resilience — qualities that would support her in her journey.

Mata Anasuya taught her Vani (speech) and Annapurna Vidya (the art of cooking - I named it after the goddess of food), nurturing her to care in both her words and in her everyday actions.

Rishi Gautama shared teachings of Dharma (righteousness) and Karma (actions), guiding her to make righteous choices that would shape her destiny.

Mata Ahalya taught her Chitra (painting), Viksharupa (Sculpting), and Mirnmala Kala (pottery), etc.. nurturing her artistic sensibilites and appreciation for beauty. She became Sarvagnata (master of all arts).

Rishi Vashishta trained her in the basics of weaponry, self-defense, discipline, focus, and the importance of wielding power with Nyaya (justice), Nirapeksha (impartiality) and responsibility.

Mata Arundhati taught her to be Neetiwadi (one who is honest), teaching her to understand the the power of words to convey truth.

Rishi Durvasa taught her mindfulness and control over emotions. He also introduced her to Aushadhi Vigyan (herbology), showing how nature's remedies could offer invaluable support in times of need.

Rishi Vishwamitra taught her archery, focusing on balance and precision.

Finally, Rishi Bharadwaja, whose ashram was their sacred gathering place, He taught her the basics of sword fighting.

Together, these teachings shaped Aaradhya's journey, weaving the arts, dharma, strength, and grace into her character and nurturing her to embody wisdom, compassion, and courage.

As Aaradhya's time at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram came to an end, the Sapta Rishi's and their wives had come together to bless her with powerful boons. Each boon, a gift of wisdom and strength, was designed to aid her in her journey ahead.

Mata Ahalya stepped forward first. She offered Aaradhya the Curse Removal boon (One-time use). "THIS BOON ALLOWS YOU TO REMOVE A SINGLE CURSE, WHETHER IT BE UPON YOURSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE. My own journey has taught me that redemption is always possible," she explained. Aaradhya felt a way of hope wash over her, understanding the power of second chances.

Next, Mata Aditi, the mother of the gods, stepped forward. "I grant you the DIVINE HELP BOON (One-time use). IN YOUR GREATEST MOMENT OF NEED, YOU CAN CALL UPON DIVINE ASSISTANCE. WHICHEVER GOD OR GODDESS YOU INVOKE, THEY WILL COME TO YOUR AID. Remember, you are never alone in your struggles," she said, her voice warm and nurturing. Aaradhya nodded with a smile.

Mata Anasuya was next, she blessed Aaradhya with the Purity boon (Permanent). "THIS BOON WILL ENSURE THAT YOU ALWAYS REMAIN PURE, NO MATTER THE CHALLENGES YOU FACE. YOUR PURITY WILL NEVER BE QUESTIONED. My own purity has always guided me, and I hope it does the same for you," she stated, radiating wisdom and compassion.

Then, Mata Arundhati offered her gift. "I give you the GIFT OF INSIGHT (Three-time use). YOU WILL HAVE THE ABILITY TO SEE THE PAST OR FUTURE OF SOMEONE. YOU MAY CHOOSE WHEN TO ACCESS THIS BOON. Use this wisely, for it will help you to make important choices along your journey," she said, her eyes filled with understanding. Aaradhya's heart raced at the thought of such power, knowing it would help her in future.

Finally, all the Sapta Rishi's gathered around her. Together, they bestowed the TRUE NATURE INSIGHT BOON (Permanent). "With this boon, YOU WILL HAVE THE POWER TO UNDERSTAND A PERSON'S TRUE NATURE AND INTENTIONS SIMPLY BY TOUCHING THEM OR LOOKING INTO THEIR EYES. This will guide you in your relationships and help you discern truth from lies," they explained, their voices united in strength.

As each boon was given, Aaradhya felt a deep sense of gratitude and responsibility. These gifts were not just blessings but also aligned her with the divine purpose she was destined to fulfill.

As Saanvi observed the vision Vritrasura had shown her, she saw Aaradhya's journey was filled with joy. Her Aaru jiji seemed untouched by her absence, living life as if her disappearance had never mattered. The emotional distance grew like a chasm, amplifying Saanvi's feelings of abandonment and neglect, leaving her grappling with the haunting question: Was she truly forgotten?

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As the vision faded, Vritrasura watched Saanvi's reaction, she stood frozen, confused.

Vritrasura leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips, Saanvi felt a shiver run down her spine. "It seems your sister had no trouble moving on, doesn't it? Aaradhya... She left you behind," he whispered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Did you see, Saanvi? Even after finding out that you were missing, she continued with her life... forgetting you... as if you never existed."

"No! Aaru jiji would never abandon me!" Saanvi shot back, her heart racing. But could it be....? The thought flickered momentarily before she shut it down.

"This... This is not real... You're trying to trick me... None of this is true... It's just an illusion you created... to turn me against my own sister."

"Illusion... Is it?" Vritrasura's smik deepened. "You don't believe me? Why would I show you something that is not true?" He leaned in, his dark eyes capturing hers. "Tell me, Saanvi... Can you be so certain that what I've shown you is merely a trick? WHAT IF... THIS IS THE TRUTH?" He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "WOULD THE TRUTH MAKE YOU HATE YOUR SISTER?"

With each word, he seemed to burrow deeper into her mind, planting seeds of doubt. Saanvi clenched her fists, anger bubbling to the surface. "I would never hate Aaru jiji... I would never turn against her..." But her expression betrayed her, and confusion etched itself onto her face, doubt flickering in her eyes.

Seeing her turmoil, Vritrasura took her hand in his, wanting to remind her of the kindness he had shown over the years.

His voice softening. "You think I wish to control you? If that were my intent, I would have done so long ago. BUT... I have always let you choose. This training, this path — I never forced you, Saanvi... I never bent you to my will."

He let go of her hand, his expression darkening slightly, as he added. "But if you want me to train you further, then I need complete commitment from you."

Saanvi looked at him, trying to understand what he meant.

Vritrasura continued, "I will teach you everything I know, you will become a master of all weapons and illusions. But... there is only one way..." His eyes locked on hers, calculating and intense. "Surrender yourself to me — willingly. Swear your loyalty to me and me alone. In return, I will make you the strongest warrior, stronger than your sister or anyone else."

There was silence between them, as Saanvi started thinking of his offer.

"You know Saanvi... I have the power and strength... I have many who are by my side, allies ready to fight at my command... but I know that no one is completely loyal to me, they either fear me or I have just forced their loyalty... using them against their will... None serve me willingly."

Saanvi looked at Vritrasura as he continued, "I want someone who will be loyal to me because they want to be, not because I forced them. Someone I... can... Trust... Someone... Like... You.... Saanvi."

He paused, allowing the meaning of his words sink in, then looking directly into her eyes. "Think about it... And tell me your decision."

With that, he turned leaving Saanvi alone with her thoughts.

As Vritrasura walked away, many questions lingered:

By showing Saanvi the vision of Aaradhya, did Vritrasura sow a doubt about Aaradhya's loyalty?

Vritrasura's offer to teach her everything he knows, but with the demand for her loyalty, of course leaving Saanvi the choice. Was this gesture of his — a selfless act of guidance, or was there a deeper agenda at play?

And then, there was the way he presented himself in her life — as a mentor, as the only one who truly understands and supports her. COULD THIS BE BECAUSE OF GENUINE CARE FOR SAANVI OR JUST A WAY TO TURN HER AGAINST AARADHYA AND USE HER LIKE HE ALWAYS WANTED — AS A WEAPON?

As Vritrasura was leaving, he saw them — his Pitamahi Diti and Dakshara. They had witnessed the entire conversation between Vritrasura and Saanvi.

He just ignored them and walked away, but Diti followed him, leaving Dakshara behind.

Dakshara approached Saanvi, who still stood there, thinking about everything. "Putri Saanvi..." His voice gently brought her out of her thoughts.

Seeing Dakshara, a smile formed on her lips. All these years, Dakshara had always taken care of her, she saw him as a father figure, who guides her whenever she fell into darkness.

Dakshara said, "I heard what Vritrasura said... Don't swear your loyalty to him."

Saanvi looked at him and asked, "Why? You said Aaru jiju would come for me... but... She was never looking for me..." Tears began to form in her eyes, and she clenched her fists.

Dakshara tried to convince her. "Saanvi... Do you think it's easy for just anyone to come here and take you when someone as powerful as Vritrasura is standing here holding you?"

Saanvi looked down, wrestling with her emotions. Dakshara continued. "Just wait a little longer, Putri. Vritrasura may let go of his blind revenge... My son, Daksha, he met —"

Hearing Daksha's name, Saanvi's anger flared. "I don't want to hear anything about your son!" With that she turned and walked away.

Dakshara sighed, as he watched her walk away. "I may succeed in saving you from Vritrasura... But I don't think I can remove the hatred you have for my son, Daksha..."

Meanwhile, Vritrasura had entered his room, standing by the window as his thoughts suddenly drifted back to Mathura. Krishna's words echoed in his mind, "You should find her..."

With a smirk, Vritrasura contemplated what he showed to Saanvi. He muttered to himself, "Aaradhya... You have some very interesting boons there — a curse removal boon and a boon where you can see the future... If Saanvi swears her loyalty to me, then it's not hard to make you use your boons for my benifit. I can make Aaradhya use her boon to remove my mother's curse —"

His thoughts were interrupted, when Diti entered his room. He turned and sees her but said nothing.

Diti asked, "What are you doing with Saanvi? She is still a child, Vritrasura!"

Vritrasura laughed and asked, "Vritrasura? And not Vritra this time?"

Diti remained silent.

Vritrasura's tone suddenly shifted. "Pitamahi... I have decided to look for her... your daughter..."

Diti's brow furrowed. "Your daughter? Is she not your mother?"

Vritrasura looked at her, this time he remained silent.

Then Diti said, "I know where Hiranya is... She wants to meet you..."

Vritrasura's thoughts turned to Aaradhya's boon and he smirked. "Sure... Let's go and meet my mother."

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Three figures appeared outside Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

It was Pandu, along with his wives, Kunti and Madri. After deciding to do penance, Pandu had sought guidance from Ved Vyasa, who directed them here, saying the solution to their problem could be found within Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

Before they stepped inside, Aaradhya, greeted them at the entrance with a smile. Though young in appearance, her calm demeanor was dignified, carrying the grace of a royal figure. Her presence impressed Pandu, Kunti, and Madri.

"What brings you here?" Aaradhya inquired gently.

"We have come to meet Rishi Bharadwaja for guidance, as advised by Rishi Ved Vyasa," Pandu replied.

Aaradhya nodded, inviting them to sit as she went to inform the Rishi of their arrival.

As soon as Aaradhya left, a man approached Pandu and his wives, quietly but with intent.

"Maharaj Pandu?" he asked.

Pandu smiled, shaking his head. "I am no longer Maharaj. Who are you, Mahodhey?"

The man replied, "I heard about your curse. That young girl you just spoke with — she has a boon to lift curses. With her kind heart, she would surely help if you asked."

Pandu felt both grateful and uncertain at the man's suggestion. "Thank you for the advice." he replied, with a smile.

The man nodded and walked away, leaving Pandu, his mind now swirling with new thoughts.

Moments later, Rishi Bharadwaja arrived, greeting them with a warm welcome.

After the customary exchanges, Pandu explained his purpose. "Rishi Bharadwaja, I seek your guidance. As you may know of my curse. Rishi Ved Vyasa advised me to come here. He said the solution lies within your ashram."

Rishi Bharadwaja listened, nodding. "To be free from this curse — you must undertake a journey of devotion. You must go to the twelve scared temples of Ardhanarishvara, traveling on foot with a pure heart."

Pandu listened carefully as Rishi Bharadwaja laid out a series of disciplines.

Rishi Bharadwaja instructed. "You must sleep on the ground each night, resist the comfort of a bed, and eat only one fruit per day to keep the mind clear. Additionally, you must also have purity in thoughts, setting aside anger, lust, and greed. If you can — then make even a small donation from what you have, to remind you of your duty to give."

Pandu nodded, taking in every instruction. For a moment, he recalled the man's suggestion about Aaradhya's boon to remove curses, wondering if asking her for help might have been easier.

"What happens after I complete this journey?" he asked.

Rishi Bharadwaja explained. "Once you complete your journey, return to this spot where you started and perform a yagna with ghee made from cow's milk. But remember: you must begin with nothing but your will. Everything you need for the yagna must be earned by your own effort — no shortcuts. If you fail to follow any of these instructions, even slightly, you must start again."

Pandu nodded. "I will follow your guidance, Rishi Bharadwaja. Thank you for showing me the way."

Rishi Bharadwaja smiled. "You are welcome to stay here until you decide if you wish to undertake this journey. May your choice bring you peace."

Pandu felt grateful for the Rishi's kindness.

In the days that followed, Pandu, Kunti and Madri stayed at the ashram, contemplating his decision. During this time, Aaradhya attended to their needs with kindness, ensuring their comfort and well-being. HER HUMILITY AND CARE QUICKLY WON THE HEARTS OF KUNTI AND MADRI.

One afternoon, while sitting under a banyan tree, Kunti and Madri were engaged in a hushed conversation when Pandu joined them.

"What are you two talking about?" He asked, curiously, noticing their smiles.

Madri and Kunti exchanged glances.

Kunti spoke first. "Arya, we were talking about Aaradhya."

Madri added, "Yes, Arya, WE BELIEVE SHE WOULD BE A PERFECT MATCH FOR OUR ADITYA. What do you think?"

Pandu chuckled at their eagerness. "You haven't even met Aditya yet, and you're already planning his marriage?"

Kunti and Madri, quickly began to share their thoughts.

Kunti explained, "Arya, MATA ADITI speaks highly of Aaradhya. She told us how gentle and selfless Aaradhya is and how she serves everyone with genuine care."

Madri nodded in agreement. "And, MATA ADITI SAID THAT AARADHYA HAS ALL THE QUALITIES ONE COULD WISH FOR IN A DAUGHTER-IN-LAW."

At that moment, RISHI KASHYAPA approached, looking at Aaradhya.

WITHOUT ANY APPARENT REASON, HE BEGAN SPEAKING OF HER.

"Aaradhya is the princess of Ayodhya," Rishi Kashyapa said, surprising the three of them. "She was born from the yagna, and is a blessing of Lord Vishnu and Mata Lakshmi to the King and Queen of Ayodhya."

Rishi Kashyapa looked directly at Pandu, adding, "SHE WOULD INDEED BE AN IDEAL MATCH FOR ADITYA."

With that, Rishi Kshyapa left, leaving them to process his words.

Pandu looked toward Aaradhya, considering something. He murmured softly, "Ayodhya Rajkumari..."

With a smile Pandu said, "She would indeed be perfect for our Aditya..." He noticed both Kunti and Madri looking at him, amused by his change in tone. He quickly added, "Unlike you both, I've seen Aditya... So I know she would be perfect for him."

Madri nudged Kunti and whispered with a smile, "Jiji, didn't Arya last see Aditya when he was four?"

Kunti nodded, and they both started laughing. Pandu just smiled.

As they enjoyed a lighthearted conversation, nearby, Rishi Kashyapa and Mata Aditi stood watching the trio.

Mata Aditi leaned closer to Rishi Kashyapa and whispered, "Arya, did you complete your task properly? I ensured that Kunti and Madri saw Aaradhya as an ideal daughter-in-law for them."

Rishi Kashyapa nodded, "I THINK... I did my part."

Aditi raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. "You think? Of course, what can I expect from you, Arya! You cannot even manage one simple task properly."

Rishi Kashyapa glanced at her, feigning offense. "You doubt me? I told them Aaradhya is a princess of Ayodhya and a Dev Putri. And I even emphasized how perfect she would be for our Aditya."

Aditi sighed, a soft smile touching her lips. "Let us hope they see it as clearly as we do."

Together, they watched as Kunti and Madri spoke about Aaradhya, with Pandu gradually warming to the idea of her as a potential match for their son.

Just then, a couple walked by, clearly happy and talking about Aaradhya.

Madri greeted them and asked, "What brings you so much happiness?"

The husband explained that he was cursed, and when they heard of Aaradhya's boon, they came to ask for her help, and she freed him of his curse.

The wife turned to Pandu, her expression sympathetic. "We heard you bear a curse... Perhaps Aaradhya could help you as well?"

Aaradhya came to them, she heard them say — her name and help, and asked. "What happened? What help you need?"

THE COUPLE EXPLANIED RISHI KINDAMA'S CRUSE TO PANDU.

"I never told them about my curse..." Pandu thought, confused. But before he could ask, the couple left.

Aaradhya thought for a moment, and said gently, "I can help you, I have a boon —"

But Pandu cuts her off and placed a hand on her head, "No Putri... Don't say it. I know of your boon, and I don't want you to help me. I seek redemption, and even if the journey is hard, I want to face it... I do not want to take the easy way."

Aaradhya nodded with a smile, and in her eyes, the respect for Pandu increased.

That evening, after much thought, Pandu made his decision. The next morning, he would begin the journey to the twelve sacred temples of Ardhanarishvara, as suggested by Rishi Bharadwaja. He shared his plan with Kunti and Madri, and they were ready to join him on his journey.

With the first rays of dawn, Pandu rose, ready to face the trials ahead with a pure heart and unwavering resolve. His commitment to redemption was strong.

Starting point 👉 Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram - Kashi - Kosala - Mithila - Kalinga - Magadha - Vatsa - Chedi - Mathura - Sindhu - Gandhara - Panchala - Madra - Return to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

A/n:- This begins Pandu's path to redemption, taking him on a journey to the twelve sacred temples of Ardhanarishvara across various kingdoms. THESE TWELVE LOCATIONS OF KINGDOMS I GAVE — REPRESENTS TWELVE STAGES IN HIS PENANCE — rather than exact temple sites, and I've chosen these kingdoms randomly, and Pandu will face unknown tests within each one.

I've shown glimpses of how he's been offered easier paths, like the man and the couple suggesting Aaradhya's boon. So Pandu would face similar tests or obstacles along his path. I won't go into detail of the tests he faces along the way, instead, I'll skip ahead to the final yagna and the removal of his curse at the end of his journey.

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MAHENDRA GIRI

The sun bathed the training grounds in a warm glow, where Parashurama stood, lost in thought. Ekalavya was practicing archery, when he noticed his Gurudev's distant expression. "Gurudev, you seem a bit distracted lately. Is something troubling you?"

Parashurama shook his head with a sigh. "It's nothing, Putra."

Ekalavya stepped closer, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you thinking about Bhrata Karna? You miss him, don't you?"

Parashurama was surprised but quickly replaced his expression, trying to appear stern. "Why would I miss that troublemaker?!" He paused, a faint smile betraying his affection. "I mean, he can be… quite troublesome."

Ekalavya smiled, amused by the way his Gurudev struggled to hide his true feelings.

Parashurama noticed Ekalavya's smile and crossed his arms, pretending to be annoyed. "I'm just worried about Sukracharya. I warned him, but... Well he's taken that brat as his student now…" He shook his head. "I hope he survives Karna's antics."

Ekalavya laughed, clearly enjoying the situation. "So, you're really only worried about Asuruguru Sukracharya?"

"Of course! I just hope Sukracharya can handle Karna. That troublemaker is a walking storm of mischief and innocence. He has a knack for getting into trouble, and he always manages to look innocent while doing it."

Ekalavya chuckled, seeing the affection Parashurama had for Karna. "So, you do miss Bhrata Karna!"

Parashurama straightened up, trying to regain his serious demeanor. "No! I mean… maybe just a little. It's more about Sukracharya, really!" His tone softened again. "I just hope he doesn't turn Karna into an even bigger troublemaker."

Ekalavya laughed again. "So... Gurudev, do you think Asuruguru Sukracharya can keep Bhrata Karna in check?"

Parashurama replied seriously. "As if Sukracharya can do that... WHEN I COULDN'T DO IT MYSELF!"

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"KARNA!!!"

Sukracharya's voice echoed through the woods, filled with exasperation. "I swear this boy tests my patience every single day." He muttered to himself before shouting again, "WHERE ARE YOU, KARNA? GET HERE NOW!"

Suddenly, Karna appeared in front of Sukracharya, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Ji, Gurudev!"

Just then, another Karna appeared to his right. "I'm here, Gurudev!!"

Yet another Karna materialized to his left. "What happened, Gurudev?"

Sukracharya's frustration mounted, as he looked around, trying to find the real one. "Stop playing with me and come here right now!"

Finally, Karna appeared from behind, giving his most innocent smile. "You look angry, Gurudev. Did something happen?"

Sukracharya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I told you to practice! And what are you doing?" he looked around, and asked. "Where is everyone, Karna?"

Just then, Daksha appeared in thin air. "Vasusen, you're supposed to find us! What are you doing?" He noticed Sukracharya and quickly added, "Um, Gurudev… you're here?"

Sukracharya crossed his arms, fuming. "You too, Daksha? I told you to make sure everyone was practicing! But when I come here, I find not a single student in sight!"

Daksha pointed at Karna, who wore an expression of pure innocence and trying to stifle his laughter. "Gurudev, he convinced us…"

Sukracharya sighed, he is so done with both of them now. "Oh really?" He immediately grabbed Karna's ear and twisted it gently, the gesture more playful than punishing. "Karna... I told you to practice illusions, not turn it into a circus! And what did you say that made everyone agree to this nonsense?"

Karna winced, but his smile only grew wider, and began to explain in a convincing tone. "Gurudev, think about it. You taught us the importance of mastering illusions and appearing or disappearing at will, didn't you?"

Sukracharya nodded slowly, intrigued but cautious. "Yes...?"

"Right!" Karna's eyes lit up as he continued. "So, to understand how well we could use these skills, I told everyone we should put our illusions to the test by hiding! I'm honing my ability to see through illusions by seeking them out," he explained, pointing at the other students hiding around. "They're practicing their skill in staying hidden and maintaining focus on their own disguises. Isn't this exactly what you told us to practice?"

Sukracharya raised an eyebrow, struggling to keep a stern face as Karna continued.

"Plus," Karna added with a sly smile, "I made it clear that we wouldn't just hide in one place. They have to appear somewhere new each time I find them. Gurudev! This way, we're learning to manage illusions while moving as well, a much harder skill!"

Daksha, catching on to Karna's line of reasoning, quickly chimed in, nodding. "Exactly, Gurudev! We thought you would be proud of us for thinking creatively!"

Sukracharya looked around at the students, who were nodding enthusiastically, each of them now quite convinced that they were indeed pushing the limits of their training. He crossed his arms, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"So, you turned my lesson into a game of hide-and-seek… but made sure it was technically training." Sukracharya glanced at Karna, who was giving him the most innocent, wide-eyed look, as if he had only the purest of intentions.

"Yes, Gurudev!" Karna said, smiling brightly.

Sukracharya exhaled in defeat, realizing there was no arguing against Karna's logic. A reluctant smile broke through his stern expression, and he shook his head with a soft chuckle. "You are truly as Parashurama said. And I can see he wasn't exaggerating when he warned me about you!" he muttered, half to himself,

The other students relaxed, a few laughing, as they sensed Sukracharya’s amusement.

Sukracharya shook his head, laughing. Despite the mischief, he couldn't deny the truth in Karna's words—just as Parashurama had warned, Karna had a knack for making trouble look like virtue. And he had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he'd find himself outwitted by his student's clever explanations.

During his time under the guidance of Sukracharya, Karna received education that filled the gaps left by Parashurama's teachings.

Sukracharya introduced Karna to the art of Maya(illusions), teaching him to master techniques that could mislead enemies and gain the upper hand during battles. He also taught him advanced warfare tactics, focusing on strategies that combined both offense and defense to outsmart opponents. Additionally, Karna learned politics, they would help him rule wisely if he ever became a king himself.

Beyond the arts of war and rule — combat and strategy, Sukracharya also passed down his vast knowledge of various rasas, and medicines.

As their time together came to an end, Sukracharya summoned Karna for a final crucial conversation about his gurudakshina.

Sukracharya looked at Karna with pride, "Putra Karna, your training here is now complete. But before you depart, I ask for a Guru-dakshina."

Karna bowed, his voice unwavering. "Gurudev, I am ready to fulfill whatever you ask."

Sukracharya paused, his expression softening. "Promise me that you will always support — Daksha. IN HIS TIME OF NEED, WHEN HE ASKS YOU, YOU SHALL STAND BY HIM WITHOUT QUESTION OR WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT."

(A/n:- so if Daksha asks then Karna will have to leave everything behind and just go to Daksha... Who knows what situation Karna would be in when Daksha comes to him 🤔🤫)

Karna held his head high, his voice filled with conviction. "As you wish, Gurudev. I vow to stand by Daksha WHENEVER HE SEEKS MY HELP."

Sukracharya nodded, his tone shifting. "And one more thing, Putra. I also ask that you will not use the knowledge I have given you against the Asuras who walk the path of dharma. Only If any Asura strays from the path of righteousness, then act as you see fit. But without reason, you will not use my teachings against them."

Karna nodded. "I understand, Gurudev. I will respect your wishes and the wisdom you have shared and uphold my vow with justice and loyalty."

Sukracharya looked at Karna with a smile. "Putra, there is one more teaching, A GIFT THAT I HAVE RESERVED FOR THIS VERY MOMENT."

Karna looked at him, momentarily confused.

Sukracharya continued, "The Sanjeevani Mantra... I bestow this mantra upon you, for you have proven yourself worthy. But remember: IT CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE. After this, it will be beyond your reach."

Karna smiled as he replied, "Even once, is more than I could ask, Gurudev."

Sukracharya placed a hand on Karna's shoulder. "With this, you can now heal your father's blindness, and you can see your mother's eyes — the very reason for which you wished to learn from me."

Karna's voice softened as he spoke with a smile on his lips. "Thank you, Gurudev... I can finally remove the blindfold from Mata's eyes."

Sukracharya nodded with a smile. "NOW, PARSHURAMA ASKED ME TO TELL YOU THIS ONCE YOUR TRAINING WAS COMPLETE — IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO GO TO SURYALOK."

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To be continued...

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So, Did you expect Hiranya to be at Mahendra Giri and Karna calling her Mata... And, Hiranya is the woman I showed with Karna, the one who gave the solution of Pandu to Karna

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