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Important note to Readers:

I know I mentioned earlier that this chapter would be about Kala Pradarshan, but as I started writing, the story took its own course (as it often does!) This chapter is necessary for the development of the story and for the much-anticipated Kala Pradarshan. So, Kala Pradarshan will now take place in the next chapter... 🙏

As for this chapter... well, I'll let you discover it for yourself. But I promise you this - you are going to love it.

And just a little secret... 🤫 Be prepared to feel a rollercoaster of emotions. You'll feel sad 😢, you'll smile ☺️, you might even get angry 😡, but most importantly - you'll laugh 😂🤣

It's the longest chapter I've ever written, so take your time to enjoy it.

Happy reading!!!

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LOCATION - MAHENDRA GIRI

As soon as Parashurama and Karna arrived at Mahendra Giri, Karna ran to meet his mothers - Dharani, Amba, and Hiranya. He hugged them all together. "I missed you all so much!"

Parashurama smiled, watching Karna reunite with the women.

Next, Karna went to Ekalavya, and they embraced.

"Did you miss me?" Karna asked playfully.

Ekalavya nodded. "Yes Bhrata, but Gurudev missed you more."

At once, Parashurama cleared his throat and said, "What nonsense! Why would I miss this nalayak?"

Karna turned to Parashurama with a smirk. "But Gurudev, you told me you missed me before the Kala Pradarshan started."

Parashurama frowned, realizing he had been caught. He muttered under his breath. "Now he'll use this every time I say I didn't miss him."

Before Parashurama could respond, Ekalavya asked, "Kala Pradarshan?"

Karna nodded. "Yes, Gurudev didn't tell you?" Ekalavya shook his head, and Karna smiled. "It's okay, I'll tell you everything."

Just then, Parashurama tried to sound serious. "Karna, go and bring some wood."

Ekalavya looked at Parashurama and asked. "Gurudev, Bhrata Karna has just returned..."

Karna nodded, "Yes, I just returned..."

Parashurama rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, Ekalavya, you also go and help him then."

Ekalavya protested, "What?! Why me -"

But Karna cut him off. "Okay, Gurudev, we will both go together."

Karna grabbed Ekalavya by the arm, and began dragging him toward the woods.

Ekalavya stumbled slightly, caught off guard by Karna's sudden action. "Bhrata Karna, wait! I don't want to - I was saving you from work, and now you're dragging me into it!"

Karna chuckled. "Ekalavya, you know I can throw a tantrum whenever Gurudev asks me to do something, but in the end, I'll always do whatever he asks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he again started pulling Ekalavya, saying, "Come on, come on, stop complaining! It's either work or more of Gurudev's scolding. So, let's get this over with!"

As Karna and Ekalavya left, Mata Dharani turned to Parashurama. "Swami, he just returned, and you gave him work?"

Parashurama smiled softly. "Dharani... I'm trying to recreate a moment, but this time, the outcome will be different..."

After few hours, Karna and Ekalavya returned to the ashram with bundles of branches stacked on their shoulders. The two walked side by side, their conversation light and easy, yet filled with meaning.

"So," Ekalavya began, adjusting the weight of the wood on his shoulder, "Gurudev did not tell you about his vow to make you the greatest archer and also Kala Pradarshan before?"

Karna nodded, "Yes, I was enjoying my time with my celestial family and the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the arena and was told to fight with my Mitra."

Ekalavya titled his head, intrigued. "Mitra? I only know one friend of yours - Is it Bhrata Ashwa?"

Karna paused mid-step, not wanting to reveal that he fought with Mahadev. He chose his words carefully, weaving truth in such a way that he was not lying. "This Mitra... is not Ashwa, but someone like him. When I fought him, it felt as though the entire universe held its breath to watch. But for me, it was just him and me..."

Ekalavyya stopped in his tracks, staring at Karna. "The entire universe? Bharat Karna, you're the best storyteller I've ever met."

Karna stopped, his brows lifting in mock offence. "What? Storyteller? You don't believe me?"

Ekalavya shook his head, his grin widening. "No, no. I believe you. It's just... you do have a way with words."

Karna laughed, shaking his head. "Come on now, we've spent enough time talking. That old man must be waiting for us."

Ekalavya's eyes widened, "Old man? Bhrata Karna, you call our Gurudev old man?"

Karna smirked, turning to face Ekalavya, "Yes old man! You know, I used to call my Pitamah Bhishma as 'old man' But after meeting Gurudev, I have changed my mind. Gurudev deserves the first place in that regard."

Ekalavya looked behind Karna, his eyes widened and tried to tell Karna to stop talking, but Karna continued, completely oblivious. "And you know, when Gururdev is angry, he's so dramatic. I mean, the way he scolds me-"

Ekalavya gave up and simply geatured wildly, trying to signal Karna to stop.

"What?" Karna asked, confused. He turned to follow Ekalavya's gaze and froze. Standing behind him, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, was none other than Parashurama.

"Gurudev? You're here? When did you come?" Karna asked innocently.

Parashurama's mock-anger was palpable. "When you declared that I'm old and deserve the first place."

Karna looked at Ekalavya, betrayed. "Why didn't you tell me Gururdev had come?"

Ekalavya shrugged helplessly. "I tried, but you're too busy talking to notice."

Parashurama twisted Karna's ear. "So, I'm an old man, am I"

Karna winced but grinned mischievously. "Yes, Gurudev."

Parshurama huffed. "That's it! I'm so done with you. Go and pack your things and leave right no-" Before he could finish, Karna dropped to his knees, hands folded.

Parashurama looked at Karna and was sure, "NOW HE WILL APOLOGIZE. AND I WILL NOT GIVE IN EASILY THIS TIME."

But Parashurama thought one thing, and something else happened.

Karna looked down, head bowed, his voice pleading. "Gururdev, Please don't send me away like this..." Then Karna looked at Parshurama and with a smirk continued, "...If you're angry with me for calling you old, then just accept it. The truth is always bitter."

Parashurama got angry and said, "Go away! There's no point talking to this old man."

Karna rolled his eyes and mouthed to Ekalavya, "See? Old-drama-queen."

Ekalavya barely contained his laughter, whispering back, "Bhrata Karna, you're no less."

Just then, Parashurama sighed heavily and sat on the ground, feigning exasperation. Karna immediately went to him and asked, "Gurudev, what are you doing? Sleeping here? On the cold ground?

Parshurama replied, "Yes, and do I need your permission to sleep now? Can't the old man get some rest?"

Karna chuckled, sitting down beside him. "Gurudev, rest your head on my thigh. At least that way, you'll be more comfortable."

Parashurama looked at Karna, his expression softening as he thought. "No matter when, you will never change." He glanced at Ekalavya, gesturing him closer. Leaning in, he whispered something to the younger disciple. Ekalavya nodded and left without a word, leaving the two alone.

Parashurama lay down, resting his head on Karna's thigh. As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but recall the vision Mahadev had shown him - the moment where he had cursed Karna for lying, the pain that had marked both their lives. But this time everything was different. The same moment was unfolding, and the burden of that curse - will no longer hung between them.

Parashurama thought, his heart heavy with gratitude. "Gurudev, Thank you so much, you have given me another chance by telling me everything about what happened and Kala Chakra. I have cherished every moment with my student."

As Parashurama drifted into a peaceful slumber, Karna sat perfectly still, using his angavastra to fan Parashurama. Hours passed, and the weight of Parashurama's head grew heavier. Yet Karna did not move.

Suddenly, a small insect crawled over his thigh and bit into his flesh. The pain was sharp and immediate, but Karna's resolve did not waver. Blood trickled from the wound, staining the ground, but Karna made no sound, unwilling to disturb his Gurudev's sleep.

Parashurama eventually stirred, feeling something wet on his shoulder. He woke up and noticed the blood. He stood up quickly, alarmed.

"Shiv, Shiv!"

Karna immediately stood up, brushing himself off as the insect fell on the ground. Parashurama looked at the insect, turning it to ash.

Parashurama, concerned, asked, "Karna, you didn't make a sound, not even when you were in pain."

Karna just smiled. "How could I disturb your sleep, Gurudev? And it's nothing, just a small wound."

"Small wound?" Parashurama pointed to the bloodstained ground. "Do you see the blood. Just wait here I will be back."

Parashurama rushed into the hut where Ekalavya was preparing a medicinal paste. Taking it, he returned, Ekalavya followed as well.

Applying the paste to Karna's wound, he spoke. "Karna, you know there was once a time when I, in anger, cursed my student for deceiving me. That curse became a heavy burden - for me, and maybe... for him as well."

Karna listened to the story and said, "Gurudev, even though you cursed your student in anger it must be because of how betrayed you must have felt for your student to deceive you. I am sure your student would never take your curse as a burden..."

Parshaurama smiled and said, "Yes... He accepted the curse with a smile..."

Ekalavya just stood silently watching the teacher and student.

Parashurama then said, "Putra, I wish to give you a boon - today, I bless you, Karna. The knowledge you have gained and will gain shall remain with you... Forever. No force in the universe shall be able to take this knowledge from you - not by curse, not by fate, and not even by death. I also bless you... You will be a Digvijayi, conquering not just kingdoms, but also the hearts and minds of all who oppose you."

Karna's eyes widened. He bowed low, his forehead touching Parashurama's feet as he spoke, "Gurudev, If my skills and knowledge are used only to uphold dharma, protect the innocent, and honor your teachings, then and only then will I be worthy of this boon. I promise to wield the knowledge I have gained, and will gain, with humility and devotion, never forgetting the sacred bond between teacher and student."

Parashuram then gave Karna his personal astra - Bhargava Astra.

Then looking at Karna with a knowing look, "There is one more gift I wish to give you."

With that, Parashurama summoned a divine bow. A magnificent bow, glowing with an ethereal light appeared in his hands. "This is Vijaya Dhanush, it was gifted to me by my Gururdev. It is indestructible, and the arrows shot from it carry the power to destroy any adversary. When you wield this bow, no weapon in the universe can harm you."

Karna took the bow in his hands, as soon as he touched it, he felt an energy that seemed to hum with life, as if the bow recognized him as its master. "Wow! Gurudev, This bow feels alive, like it holds a soul of its own." he whispered in awe.

Parashurama's smile widened as he watched his disciple. "It does, Karna. Vijaya will never fail its wielder. It will stand by you, just as you stand by your dharma."

Karna nodded, his admiration for the bow evident as he pulled the string back, testing its balance.

Parashurama cleared his throat, drawing Karna's attention back. "Now, about your Guru-dakshina. Listen carefully..."

Parashurama began listing his Guru-dakshina, but Karna's attention slowly wandered back to the bow. He held the bow at arm's length, tilting it in different angles, letting the sunlight reflect off its polished surface.

Ekalavya, standing nearby, couldn't help but smirk at Karna's distraction. He held out an arrow to Karna, silently mouthing, "Would you like to test it?"

Karna immediately nodded and took the arrow.

"So, now you know what you need to do, right? Kar-" Parashurama said, but getting no response from Karna, he stopped mid-sentence and looked at Karna, only to find - Karna nocked the arrow and began aiming it directly at Ekalavya, completely focused on testing the bow.

Parashurama still looking at Karna said, "FIRST, you will return to Hastinapur. I heard that Dronacharya has vowed to make his student Arjun the greatest archer. He will arrange a Kala Pradarshan, and I want to see if this so-called great archer can match your calibre."

Karna just nodded, adjusting his stance with the bow. "Yes, Gurudev. Hastinapur... Kala Pradarshan... Arjun..," he mumbled, half-focused.

Parashurama's patience finally snapped. "Nalayak! Here I am telling you about your Guru-dakshina, and you are busy with the bow! You know what? Give it back right now!"

Karna's eyes widened in alarm as he clutched the bow protectively. "Gurudev! I was listening! You said return to Hastinapur and to attend the Kala Pradarshan. I heard everything!"

Meanwhile, Ekalavya, who had been watching the entire scene, couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. He quickly bit his lip, trying to look serious, but the moment Karna glanced at him, he burst out laughing again ignoring Karna's glare.

Karna turned to him, momentarily forgetting he was being scolded. "Oh, so you're laughing now? You're the one who handed me the arrow!"

Parshurama let out a sigh, running a hand over his face in exasperation. "Karna, you have a unique talent of getting distracted when I'm scolding you. I sometimes wonder if teaching you is a test of my patience or my karma."

Karna, trying to look innocent, pointed at Ekalavya. "Gurudev, it's not my fault. You know how focused I am right? He started it by handing me the arrow. Look at him laughing now!"

Parashurama's eyes narrowed at Ekalavya, who immediately straightened up, trying to look serious.

Parashurama couldn't hide a small smile. "Karna, if it were anyone else they'd be doing laps around the ashram by now. But with you..." he shook his head, clearly amused. "With you, I suppose I should expect nothing less."

Ekalavya, meanwhile, shook his head, chuckling quietly as he thought, "Only Bhrata Karna can escape Gurudev's scolding..."

Karna grinned sheepishly, but Parashurama cleared his throat and continued, "Hmph. Very well. Now, as I was saying..."

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A little while later, Parashurama noticed Karna sulking quietly, muttering under his breath. With a raised eyebrow, he asked, "What is it now? Why have you made that face?"

Karna looked up at Parashurama, "Gururdev, are you sure this is a Guru-dakshina? Because... It feels like you're sending me to the market with a shopping list!"

Parashurama stared at him for a moment, the let out a hearty laugh. "This Gurudakshina is more than just a list - it is your path to greatness. Now, no more complaints!"

Karna grinned sheepishly, bowing his head. "I understand, Gurudev. I will fulfill your wishes, no matter how long the list may be."

Parashurama nodded approvingly, the pride in his eyes unmistakable.

"So, it's time to return to Hastinapur. GO." Parashuram stopped for a moment, turning to Ekalavya, his back facing Karna. "Ekalavya, you and Karna go and say your farewells to your mothers, and we can leave together-"

He stopped mid-sentence as he noticed Ekalavya trying to tell him something.

Parashurama asked, "What is it, Ekalavya?"

Ekalavya gestured toward the spot where Karna had been standing moments ago, but now it was empty. Parashurama's eyes widened in surprise.

Parashurama asked, confused. "Where is he? Where did he go?"

Ekalavya replied, "Gurudev, Bhrata Karna left when you said - 'GO'"

"What! So you're telling me that he did not listen to what I said next? That we both are going to Hastinapur as well with him?"

Ekalavya nodded, confirming his words.

Parshurama stood silent for a moment, then, a small smile appeared on his lips, he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Vrisha... he's always so unpredictable."

(A/n:- I did not use this name before but just know that Parashurama sometimes calls Karna as Vrisha - meaning - A Kshatriya who speaks the truth, who is disciplined and steadfast in his vows, who shows compassion even towards his enemies, and who stands firm even in difficult situations, is therefore remembered as Vrisha, the righteous one.)

Parashurama looked back at Ekalavya, he smiled mischievously. "Well, we will meet him at Kala Pradarshan then. Just wait and see how I will make an entrance there."

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After leaving Mahendra Giri, Karna journeyed toward Hastinapur.

As he walked through a dense forest, he came upon a village that was suffering from a terrible drought. The fields were dry, the people were weak from hunger and thirst, and there was no sign of rain. Karna's heart ached at the sight of their misery.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand to the sky and invoked the Varuna Astra. The clear sky grew dark, and heavy clouds formed overhead. Moments later, rain began to pour, quenching the thirst of the land and the villagers. Cries of joy and gratitude filled the air as the life-giving water washed over them.

But this act did not go unnoticed.

Indra, the king of the gods, descended from the heavens. His face was filled with anger as he approached Karna.

"You mortal!" Indra shouted, his voice as powerful as a storm. "How dare you summon rain on this land without my permission?"

Karna stood firm, unshaken by the anger of Indra. He folded his hands respectfully and replied camly. "Devraj Indra, Pranipat. I have not acted out of arrogance. These people were suffering. You withheld the rains, and they were dying. I could not stand by and do nothing."

Indra's pride was wounded, and his ego was offended by Karna's words. "You, a mere mortal, dare to question my judgement? Do you think you know better than me, the king of the heavens?!"

Karna's tone remained calm yet resolute. "Devraj Indra, it is not my intention to challenge your judgement. But does your wisdom demand the suffering of innocents? If this drought was your test for them, they have endured enough."

Indra's voice thundered. "Enough of your insolence! You dare to question me as though you were my equal? I will show you the consequences of defying me - the King of the Devas!"

Karna sighed, "If reasoning with you is futile, then I have no choice but to defend myself. But know this - I do not wish for conflict, I am only fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves."

The tension in the air grew thick as Indra, fueled by his pride, unleashed powerful astras. Karna, unfazed, countered each one of them.

Despite Indra's overwhelming might, Karna held his ground, even gaining the upper hand. Indra's frustration grew with every passing moment as his pride faltered before this "mere mortal."

As the fight prolonged, Indra's anger reached its peak. His rage and wounded pride clouded his judgement. Finally, in a moment of blind anger, he decided to unleash his ultimate weapon.

Indra raised his hand, and with a flash of lightning, summoned the Vajra, his mighty thunderbolt. The air crackled with energy as the weapon appeared in his hand, radiating power enough to shatter mountains. Even the heavens seemed to tremble at its presence.

Karna, however, remained unafraid.

If Karna wanted, he could use the Maheswara Astra, a weapon greater than the Vajra, to counter it, but he chose not to. Karna knew such power was not meant for a fight like this. If these powerful astras clashed, it would cause so much damage to the land and harm the very innocent people he wanted to help in the first place.

So Karna lowered his bow and just stood there calmly, closing his eyes and folding his hands in submission.

Indra's grip tightened on his Vajra as he saw Karna's unexpected surrender. "What is this? Why is he not fighting now? Is this surrender or something else?"

Indra was confused, he hesitated for a moment, but his anger and pride refused to let him pause. He launched the Vajra with all his might at Karna. The skies lit up as the thunderbolt streaked towards its target.

As the Vajra approached Karna, something extraordinary happened. A shadow appeared behind Karna, towering and divine. It was unmistakable - the form of Mahadev, manifesting due to the essence of Mahadev within Karna. This divine essence, tied to Karna's very being, revealed itself in his moments of greatest need.

Karna, still unaware of the shadow behind him, felt an unexplainable peace and strength in that moment, though he couldn't grasp the source of it.

The Vajra, created from the bones of Rishi Dadhichi, who was a devotee of Shiva/Mahadev, recognized the essence of Mahadev in Karna. And in that recognition, the Vajra transformed mid-air into a garland as it reached Karna, and gently fell at Karna's feet.

Karna, still with his eyes closed in submission, felt the garland settle on the ground at his feet. He slowly opened his eyes, and as he did, the divine shadow behind him vanished.

Indra's eyes widened in shock as he saw his mightiest weapon not only failed to harm Karna but transformed into a gesture of peace. For the first time, Indra truly saw Karna for what he was - not merely a mortal but someone far greater than he had ever imagined.

Indra's anger melted away, replaced by reluctant respect. His voice filled with admiration. "I see now. You are no ordinary mortal. Who are you, Putra? And who is your teacher? I have never met a mortal like you before."

Karna folded his hands in respect. "I am Suryaputra Karna. My teacher is Bhagawan Parashurama. It is an honor to finally meet you... Kakashree."

Indra's eyes widened in surprise. "You are Karna? The son of Jyesth Vivasvan?"

Karna nodded.

Indra thought to himself, "So he is the one Jyesth Vivasvan has kept hidden from me all this time?"

Indra, now thoroughly impressed, looked at Karna with respect. "Putra Karna, I am impressed by you. Ask for anything, and it shall be yours."

Karna smiled. "I do not seek anything for myself, Kakashree. I only ask that you spare this village from suffering. Let the rain continue, and let the people live in peace."

Indra, moved by Karna's selflessness, agreed. "It will be done, Putra. These people shall not suffer again."

Before departing, Indra spoke once more. "This is the first time I have met you, Karna, and I cannot leave without giving you something. I grant you the Vasavi Shakti, my divine weapon. You may use it only ONCE, and only for a just cause."

Karna accepted with humility. "Thank you, Kakashree."

With that, Indra disappeared into the heavens, and Karna turned to continue his journey toward Hastinapur.

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Before I continue Karna's journey... let's see what happened with others till now...

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LOCATION - HASTINAPUR

One day, at dawn, Bhishma made his way to the river bank for his morning prayers. Cald in his pristine white robes, Bhishma stood with folded hands, seeking the blessings of his mother, Devi Ganga and Suryadev.

As his prayers concluded, he called out softly, "Mata."

As if responding to his call, Devi Ganga emerged from the water.

Devi Ganga asks Bhishma, "Why have you called for me, Putra?"

"Mata, Karna... I am worried about him..." Bhishma paused, his voice heavy with concern. "Where is he? Why has he not returned yet? Is he safe? Who is his teacher? When will he return to us?"

Devi Ganga smiled knowingly. "Putra, this year, Hastinapur will celebrate Karna's birthday in his presence. It's time everyone's knows about Karna, you understand what I mean, right?"

Bhishma hesitated. "But Mata, Vritrasura... he is the reason we have kept Karna's identity hidden all these years."

Devi Ganga smiled understanding Bhishma's concern. "I know, Putra. But now, it doesn't matter if Vritrasura finds out about Karna. Because, Karna has grown into a strong warrior, he can face Vritrasura now..."

Bhishma felt relief and curiously asked. "Mata, who is Karna's teacher? What has he learned during his time away? And you are talking as if you have seen him. Did you?"

Devi Ganga simply replied, "Yes, I met Karna... And when Karna returns, all your questions will be answered on that day. Be patient till then."

Bhishma nodded, accepting her words.

Back at the palace, Bhishma shared the news with the royal family, and it was quickly decided that this year, the celebration of Karna and Suyodhana's birthday would be grand and last for two weeks. Invitations would be sent to all the kingdoms to attend the event, and during this time, Karna would be officially crowned Yuvraj of Hastinapur.

Soon Dronacharya arrived, announcing that the Kuru princes training was complete and they would return soon.

After hearing about the grand celebrations, Dronacharya asked Bhishma if Panchal will be invited as well.

Bhishma confirmed, "Yes, of course."

Then Dronachraya proposed arranging a Kala Pradarshan on the first day of the celebration, where the Pandavas and Kauravas would showcase their skills in front of the gathered kingdoms. Everyone agreed to it.

Soon, invitations were sent to various kingdoms. The invitations included - Kala Pradarshan, Yuvraj Abhishek, and the birthday celebration, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Hastinapur's history.

Note - Everyone will know about Karna only at Kala Pradarshan which is next chapter...

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LOCATION - PANCHAL

In the royal court of Panchal, the rays of the sun streamed through tall windows, illuminating the grandeur of the hall. Seated on his throne, Maharaj Drupad presided over his court.

A messenger entered, carrying a scroll adorned with the royal seal of Hastinapur. Bowing respectfully, the messenger presented the invitation to the king.

"An invitation from Hastinapur, Maharaj," the messenger announced.

Drupad gestured to his son, Satyajit, the Yuvraj of Panchal, to read it aloud.

Satyajit stepped forward, unrolling the scroll and began reading:

"By the order of the royal court of Hastinapur, the honorable King Drupad of Panchal is invited to attend the grand celebrations to be held over two weeks in Hastinapur. The events shall include a Kala Pradarshan showcasing the skills of the Kuru princes, followed by the Yuvraj Abhishek."

As the words settled over the court, Drupad, who had been listening, scoffed and leaned back on his throne. His voice clearly showed his disinterest. "Hastinapur sends an invitation, and for what? To entertain us with the feats of their princes? And why do I have to attend this pomp and pretense?"

Before anyone could respond, Shikhandi, his daughter and the Senapati of Panchal's army, stepped forward. "Pitashree, did you not hear? The Kala Pradarshan will showcase the skills of the Kuru princes. And their teacher is none other than - Dronacharya."

At the mention of Dronacharya, Drupad's expression shifted, his earlier indifference replaced by a smirk. "Ah, so that's the reason. I see now... This must be Dronacharya's doing." He paused briefly, his voice low as he murmured to himself. "Years ago, I had underestimated that Brahmin, dismissing him as unworthy of my friendship. And he vowed vengeance upon me. Is this his attempt to prove his worth?"

He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "A Kala Pradarshan, is it? The great Dronacharya must be eager to parade his students before me. Perhaps this is his way of flaunting his worth - to remind me of his so-called greatness."

Before he could dismiss the matter, Shikandini spoke up again, "Pitashree, I think it may also serve us well to observe the Kuru princes strengths. Knowledge of their skills can be useful. We must know the abilities of those who could one day become our allies or our enemies."

Draupad fell silent for a moment, her words struck a chord, as he thought. "Knowing an enemy's strengths was just as important as knowing their weaknesses... My Pride had made me dismiss Dronacharya once. And now... it seemed Dronacharya was determined to carve his name into history, perhaps at my expense? I had to see for myself what this Brahmin had planned."

Then, he straightened on his throne and declared. "Very well, I will attend this celebration myself."

Turning to Satyajit and Shikhandi, he continued, "The kingdom cannot be left unattended. Satyajit, you and Shikandini will manage the kingdom in my absence."

Satyajit nodded in agreement while Shikhandi watched her father intently, her sharp mind already considering the intentions behind this invitation.

Drupad rose from his throne, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Let Dronacharya and his students show their skills. I will watch. And I will judge."

With that, Panchal prepared for Drupad's impending journey to Hastinapur. Little did Draupad know, this journey to Hastinapur would set in motion a chain of events that would change the fate of kingdoms forever.

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LOCATION - ASURA LOK

Saanvi stood facing Vritrasura with a sword in her hand. The two of them had been practicing for a while, and their swords clashed, sending sparks flying into the air as the sounds echoed through the training grounds of Asura Lok. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she moved swiftly, her sword cutting through the air with perfect precision.

With a sudden move, she disarmed Vritrasura, sending his sword clattering to the ground. She stood tall, her chest rising and falling from the intensity of their practice.

Vritrasura, his gaze glinting with a hint of admiration, nodded in approval. "You've become stronger over the years, Saanvi. I must say, I'm impressed."

Saanvi felt a small fleeting sense of accomplishment, but it quickly faded when Vritrasura spoke again.

"We're leaving Asura Lok," he said as if this decision was final.

Confused, Saanvi asked, "What?Leaving? But... where are we going?"

Vritrasura replied, "To my palace in Andhaka Van. I don't want to leave you here... so, you will come with me."

Saanvi's heart raced with a mixture of relief and confusion. She was finally leaving Asura Lok, the place she had been trapped in since she was just four. She had no memory of the outside world since Vritrasura had taken her away, but now, with his words, she felt a glimmer of freedom.

As they turned to leave the training grounds, Vritrasura saw Dakshara coming toward them. He knew exactly what Dakshara and Saanvi would discuss, but without a word, he walked away, leaving them to their conversation.

Saanvi, lost in her thoughts, was startled when Dakshara's voice reached her ears.

"Putri Saanvi, you will go with Vritrasura?" Dakshara asked, his voice filled with concern.

Saanvi turned to him, a small smile forming on her lips. "Yes, Baba." she replied, though her eyes betraying the uncertainty she was feeling.

"Putri, I know that deep down in your heart, you still love your Aaru Jiji. I know you are waiting for the day to reunite with her, and your family. But you must understand that with Vritrasura, you will never be free. He will not let you go..."

Saanvi looked at Dakshara, she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Baba... I don't know what I am doing. Maybe... maybe you're right... Deep down, in my heart... somewhere... I am still the little sister of my Aaru Jiji. The same sister who loves her so much that I would do anything for her..."

She turned away, her back now facing Dakshara, "But that part of me... It's buried deep inside... I have become someone else..."

Dakshara said nothing more. He knows what Saanvi was going through. The struggle within her was far more complex than she was willing to admit. He knew that she has learned this from Vritrasura - to show the world one thing, even though deep down, he was still a child.

Vritrasura was not evil by nature or birth, his circumstances had shaped him. He made everyone fear him, controlled them, but deep inside, he was just a child. Saanvi had learned the same thing.

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LOCATION - AYODHYA

AARADHYA was in the wilderness, gathering flowers. The scent of the flowers filled the air as she carefully placed them in her basket.

She was near Andhaka Van. As she ventured closer, the guards accompanying her quickly stopped her.

"Rajkumari, we must not go further," one of the guards warned.

Another guard said, "Beyond this point lies Andhaka Van. There are rumors that anyone who enters the forest never returns."

Aaradhya's curiosity was piqued. "Andhaka Van?" She looked towards the ominous forest. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. "Anyone who enters never returns... what if... what if Saanvi..." She turned back to the guards, her voice trembling slightly. "It's just a rumor, isn't it?"

The guards exchanged worried glances before one of them spoke again, "Yes, Rajkumari, but... we have also heard that the place is cursed by Trimurti themselves... So it's better to be cautious..."

Aaradhya's instincts pushed her to go further, despite the guards warnings. Something inside her tugged at her, making her feel that maybe Saanvi was near, just beyond her reach in Andhaka Van.

But before she could go further, she heard a voice.

"Aaru Jiji!"

Aaradhya turned, a smile forming on her lips as two young girls came running towards her.

The girls hugged her tightly. "Aaru Jiji, we missed you so much!"

The two girls were Vanya and Ananya, who had just returned from Kanyakul.

While on her way back to Ayodhya after her training under Sapta Rishi's, Aaradhya had saved around 10 children who were being taken forcefully by the soldiers of Magadha. All the children had returned to their family except two:

Ananya, a suta girl, never knew who her parents were, except that she is an ill-fated girl who only brought misfortune and death to her parents after she was born. She was taken forcefully by the soldiers of Magadha when Aaradhya saved her.

Vanya, a tribal girl, her tribe was attacked by Magadha soldiers and she lost her family during the attack. She was also taken forcefully when Aaradhya saved her and the other children.

Before leaving for Kailash, Aaradhya had asked her parents, Maharaj Vikram and Maharani Meenakshi, to adopt them. And they agreed, loving the two girls as their own. Ananya and Vanya grew up as Rajkumari of Ayodhya, loved and cherished. They both love Aaradhya very much for saving them and also giving them a life they never could have imagined.

The girls, overjoyed to see Aaradhya again, explained they were there to take Aaradhya back to the palace. "Jiji, Pitashree and Mata want to discuss something important with you."

Just as they were about to leave, someone was watching them from a distance. It was none other than Saanvi.

Vritrasura had intentionally brought Saanvi to Andhaka Van so she could witness this little scene.

"She looks happy... with her sisters," Vritrasura said, his voice calm.

But his words stirred something within Saanvi - jealousy.

"Do you know about them?" Saanvi asked, her anger bubbling up as she watched Aaradhya and the two girls interact.

Turning to Vritrasura, she asked again, "Do you know... those girls... do you know about them? That... they... they have taken my place?"

Vritrasura simply replied, "Yes, I already know."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Saanvi demanded.

Vritrasura looked at her, his voice soothing. "I didn't want to hurt you, Saanvi... with the truth."

Barely able to contain her anger, Saanvi reached for the dagger at Vritrasura's waist. Her hands trembled with rage as she thought of attacking Aaradhya. But before she could act, Vritrasura stopped her, holding her back.

"Not yet, Saanvi..." he said firmly, taking the dagger from her hand. "You can hurt her, but not now..."

Saanvi struggled to control her emotions. She watched silently as Aaradhya walked away, with Ananya and Vanya.

Back at the palace, the atmosphere was lively as Ananya and Vanya spoke excitedly about the invitation from Hastinapur to Aaradhya, who was sitting quietly, her thoughts elsewhere.

"We can't wait to go, Pitashree! Our sakhi, Sushala from Kanyakul, will be there!" Ananya exclaimed.

"Yes, we must go! It will be so much fun!" Vanya added with a bright smile.

Maharaj Vikram smiled at their excitement, nodding in approval. "I can see you both are excited. But Putri Aaradhya, why are you silent? Don't you want to go?"

Aaradhya's expression remained indifferent. "I don't want to go, Pitashree. A Kala Pradarshan? Should I go just to watch princes show off their skills?"

She didn't hide her disinterest.

Before the conversation could continue, Maharani Meenakshi handed her another letter.

Aaradhya looked at the seal, recognizing it immediately, and opened it with a flick of her fingers. It was from her childhood friend, Bhanumati, the princess of Kalinga.

The letter:

"Aaru, I am coming to Ayodhya! Don't even think of refusing to go. We're going to Hatinapur together, and that's final! Oh, and we'll be going in disguise, of course. It will be an adventure!"

Aaradhya smiled, shaking her head fondly. She knew her friend too well. "I suppose I have no choice," she muttered to herself, the smile lingering on her lips.

Turning to her father, she spoke. "Pitashree, I'll go to Hastinapur. Bhanu would never let me refuse."

With that, Aaradhya agreed.

Aaradhya's journey to Hastinapur would be full of surprises, as she would meet unexpected people along the way.

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A/N- I will not go in detail about Krishna's life, and Radhakrishna's love story for now, because it will take a lot of research and time to do justice to their bond. And later IF I decide then I will dedicate a complete chapter showing their love story...

For now, just know that even though Krishna and Balarama are united with Devaki and Vasudeva, and Dwarika and all. But Krishna still goes to Vrindavan to his Yashoda Maiya, Nanda Baba and of course to meet Radha.

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LOCATION - VRINDAVAN

Krishna and Balarama walked through the familiar streets of Vrindavan, their presence drawing the attention of everyone. They were no longer the carefree boys who had once roamed these lands, their attire reflected their princely status as Dwarika Rajkumar.

Krishna wore a rich blue dhoti with a golden border, paired with an elegant yellow angavastra draped across his shoulder. A radiant smile played on his lips, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, as if holding a secret only he knew. In one hand, he held his beloved bansuri, its delicate craftsmanship adding to his charm. Golden jewelry - bracelets, anklets, and a delicate crown adorned with a peacock feather that swayed with every step - completed his appearance, making him look divine yet effortlessly approachable.

Beside him, Balarama appeared strong and imposing. His white dhoti and green angavastram were simpler but no less regal. His broad shoulders carried a sense of authority. Balarama's hair was neatly tied, and a heavy silver bracelet adorned his arms. Though he dressed as a prince, Balarama's grounded nature shine through.

Balarama looked around as they entered the heart of Vrindavan, then turning to Krishna with a questioning look. "Kanha, what are we doing here? In Vrindavan?"

Krishna's smile grew mischievous as he looked at his elder brother. "Dau, you only said you want to meet Aaradhya..."

Balarama frowned slightly, his confusion deepening. "Yes I said that. But for that, we need to go to Ayodhya or Hastinapur. What are we doing in Vrindavan?"

Krishna just shrugged. "Well, I thought I would meet Yashoda Maiya and Radha before we go to meet Aaradhya."

Balarama sighed heavily, though he said nothing more. He knew better than to argue with Krishna's whims.

At Nanda and Yashoda's house

The moment Yashoda Maiya saw Krishna and Balarama, her eyes welled with tears. She rushed forward and enveloped Krishna in a warm embrace, her hands trembling slightly.

"Kanha! You came back to your Maiya..." she whispered, cupping Krishna's face.

Krishna smiled, holding her tightly, "How could I not, Maiya? I will always return to you."

Nanda Baba placed a hand on Balarama's shoulder, pride filling his gaze as he looked at both the brothers. "You may be princes now, but for us, you will always be our Krishna and Balarama."

The brothers stayed for a while, sharing stories and laughter, before Krishna pulled Balarama away with a knowing look.

"Where now, Kanha?" Balarama asked, though he already knew the answer.

"To Radha's house," Krishna replied.

At Radha's house

Krishna stood outside the house, his voice carried a warmth and tenderness that made it unmistakable who had called.

"Radha!"

Moments later, Radha came out running, her smile as radiant as the morning sun. Dressed in a simple yet graceful red ghagra and cream dupatta draped loosely over her head, Radha looked ethereal. Her long dark hair flowed like a river, and the delicate ornaments she wore - red bangles on her wrists, a small nose ring, and anklets that chimed with her every step - only enhanced her natural beauty.

Her eyes full of life, lit up when she saw him, holding the same depth of affection and understanding that had always been there. "Krishna! What are you doing here?"

Krishna's expression turned innocent, as if he had done nothing unusual. "Of course, I came to meet you, Radha."

Radha placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes knowingly. "I know something is going on. Tell me - what help do you want?"

Krishna's smile widened as he stepped closer. "Only you can understand me without me saying anything."

From the side, Balarama stood watching the two of them, utterly confused. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting between Krishna and Radha.

He muttered under his breath, "I don't know what we're doing here... and I don't know what help they're talking about... But knowing Kanha, this can only lead to trouble... for me."

Krishna, his tone light and carefree, spoke again. "Radha, we are going to Hastinapur, and we want to go in disguise... And for that, we need your help."

Balarama's face turned serious. "Disguise? Why?"

Krishna looked at him innocently, as though his idea was perfectly reasonable. "Dau, you don't want to meet Aaradhya?"

Balarama blinked. "I want to, but -"

Krishna cut him off smoothly. "Just trust me, Dau..."

Balarama sighed, his instincts screaming that something was wrong.

Balarama thought to himself, "With Kanha, nothing ever comes without a twist.. or trouble."

But despite his unease, he looked at Krishna's confident face and reluctantly nodded. After all, he could never say no to his little brother.

Radha worked swiftly, her nimble fingers tying a loose braid, adjusting the ornaments, and draping the garments with perfection.

Krishna sat like a perfectly obedient child while Radha fussed over him.

Balarama, on the other hand, sat with his arms crossed, glaring suspiciously at every piece of fabric handed to him.

Finally, when both disguises were complete, Krishna turned to Balarama with an innocent smile, clearly pleased with their transformed appearances.

"Well, Dau? Don't we look ready for an adventure?" Krishna asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

Balarama stared at his reflection, scowling. The unfamiliar clothes, the delicate adornments - it was all too much.

He muttered under his breath, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable irritation. "I should have known... the moment you said - trust me."

Krishna laughed, his peacock feather bobbing as he shook his head playfully. "Dau, you worry too much. No one will recognize us now!"

Balarama shot him a look. "That's exactly what I'm worried about! How did I let you talk me into this nonsense?"

Radha stifled a giggle as Krishna turned toward her with a wink. "Radha, isn't Dau just perfect like this? He looks... radiant!"

"Radiant?" Balarama spluttered, his face turning redder with indignation. "I look ridiculous! Why do I always fall for this? Kanha and his tricks..."

Krishna only grinned wider, placing an arm around his older brother's shoulders. "Because you love me, Dau. Now let's go - our adventure awaits us!"

Balarama sighed dramatically, pulling the dupatta further over his head. "This is going to be a disaster, I know it."

Radha watched them with a fond smile as they left, their banter echoing down the familiar Vrindavan lanes.

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Krishna and Balarama walking through the forest

Balarama struggled with the weight of the disguise, repeatedly adjusting the dupatta that hung awkwardly over his head. The dupatta slipped like a stubborn snake, tangling itself around his arm, as if mocking his every attempt to stay dignified.

He let out a deep sigh. "Why me, Kanha? Why not you?"

Krishna, walking beside him with his usual playful smile, shrugged. "Two young men traveling with two young ladies would raise questions, Dau. This was the only solution."

Balarama grumbled under his breath, still unconvinced.

Krishna placed a hand on Balarama's shoulder, his charm and ability to avoid responsibility - and Balarama's helplessness when it came to his little brother - shining through in his reply. "Dau, you're tall, strong, and intimidating. No one will believe me as a girl - but you, with the right disguise, are perfect!"

Balarama frowned but didn't argue further.

After a moment of silence, Balarama finally asked. "If that's the case, why did you send Subhadra ahead to Hastinapur? She could have come with us."

Krishna chuckled, "Dau, didn't you see how excited our dear sister was to meet her sakhi, Sushala? How could I delay her visit to Hastinapur?"

Accepting defeat, Balarama sighed.

As they continued walking, Krishna suddenly noticed two figures ahead and quickly pulled Balarama behind a tree.

"Shh, Dau. Stay quiet," he whispered, peering out.

Balarama's dupatta started slipping again. Krishna quickly adjusted it with a smirk, earning another glare from Balarama.

Krishna smiled to himself and nudged Balarama lightly. "Looks like fate has led us to them. Let's go, Dau."

Ahead, Aaradhya and Bhanumati walked through the forest in their own disguise, dressed simply. Both were completely unaware of the FOUR STRANGERS WATCHING THEM.

Krishna knew how to make an entrance. He stepped forward with a smile and called out.

"Excuse me, beautiful ladies."

Aaradhya and Bhanumati turned, surprised. Aaradhya observed Krishna for a moment, then glanced at Balarama - who was busy wrestling with his dupatta. She raised an eyebrow, sensing something unusual.

"Yes?" Aaradhya asked cautiously.

Krishna smiled confidently, "We are traveling to Hastinapur for the Kala Pradarshan. It's a long journey, and we could use some company along the way."

Balarama, still struggling, pulled at the dupatta once more, and it slipped over his face.

With a sigh, he whispered to Krishna, "Kanha, I swear this thing is alive."

Krishna shot him a quick look, holding back a laugh. "This is my elder sister," he added, gesturing toward Balarama. "She's a bit shy, but don't mind her."

Krishna did not reveal their names yet, keeping the conversation light-hearted, but with a certain charisma that was impossible to ignore.

Bhanumati asked, "Kala Pradarshan? We are also -"

Before she could finish, Aaradhya quickly covered her mouth, and whispered. "Bhanu! Don't tell them everything. They're strangers. Who knows what they will do?"

Bhanumati nodded and Aaradhya removed her hand.

Aaradhya crossed her arms, unconvinced. "Why would two strangers, especially ones so... unusual," she said with a glance at Balarama's awkwardness, "want to join us?"

Krishna's grin only widened at her sharpness. "Ah, but you see, if we talk and get to know each other, we won't be strangers anymore, right?"

Aaradhya stepped forward slightly, her eyes locked with Krishna. "And how do we know we can trust you?"

Krishna placed a hand over this heart dramatically, as if wounded by her doubt. "Trust? I would never ask you to trust us without reason. Trust is earned. All I ask is that you allow us to travel with you to Hastinapur. It's safer to travel together, don't you think? We promise we won't be trouble."

Balarama, still adjusting his dupatta for the hundredth time, finally gave up on the dupatta and let it fall from his head.

Before Krishna could say anything, Balarama pulled him behind a tree.

Aaradhya and Bhanumati exchanged knowing looks, already suspecting something unusual about "elder sister." The way Balarama walked and his sandals gave away his disguise to them. Bhanumati smirked, further confirming her suspicions.

From behind the tree, Krishna frowned at Balarama. "Dau! You'll get us caught!"

Balarama's face was serious. He looked at Krishna with a frown. "I'm not doing this anymore, Kanha."

Krishna sighed. "Dau..."

Suddenly a voice called out: "WATCH OUT!"

Everything happened in a blur.

Aaradhya turned just in time to see a spear heading toward her. A white horse galloped past her, and the man riding it caught the spear mid-air, spinning it expertly before throwing it back toward the attacker.

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The rider moved with an ease that seemed almost otherworldly, as if the spear weighed nothing in his grasp. The spear flew with terrifying precision, landing with a loud thud in the tree beside the attacker - missing them by mere inches.

Aaradhya looked at the man who saved her, only seeing his back as he disappeared from her sight.

THE ATTACKER WAS SAANVI. When she saw an unknown stranger catching the spear and throwing it at her, she froze in fear. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for impact.

Suddenly, Vritrasura appeared in front of her, shielding her with his body.

The spear struck the tree. Both Saanvi and Vritrasura stared at the spear embedded in the tree beside them. Its force and accuracy was enough to rattle anyone.

Vritrasura was watching everything, he saw Saanvi throwing the spear, and the spear was caught mid-air by the rider, who threw it back with a force that rattled even him. The sheer precision and strength of the act were not lost on him.

"Who is he?" Vritrasura thought to himself, his brows furrowing. "No ordinary warrior can wield a weapon like that. Such power and precision..."

He observed the rider disappear into the woods, his back facing him, not revealing his face. A faint twinge of unease crept into Vritrasura's mind - a feeling he hadn't experienced before. For the first time, he felt as though an unknown force had entered his game, a force he could neither identity nor predict.

But his concern was quickly overshadowed by his fury when he turned to Saanvi, who stood frozen, her face pale from the encounter.

Without a word, Vritrasura grabbed Saanvi's hand. They vanished into thin air.

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Krishna and Balarama hurried over to Aaradhya and Bhanumati.

Krishna looked towards the direction where Saanvi and Vritrasura vanished. His expression unreadable.

"Are you alright?" Balarama asked with concern. And in his concern, he spoke normally in his real voice.

Bhanumati smirked, raising an eyebrow knowingly, confirming to herself what she already suspected about "elder sister's" disguise.

Aaradhya nodded, her gaze still fixed in the direction where the man on the horse had disappeared. Her heart beat faster, though she couldn't tell whether it was from fear or something far stranger.

Krishna noticed Aaradhya and smirked. "I saw the man who saved you. Your prince charming..."

Aaradhya snapped out of her daze, her cheeks tinged faintly red. "What? Prince charming? Don't talk nonsense..."

Bhanumati pulled Aaradhya aside. "Aaru, it's not safe to travel alone. Let's take them with us."

Both of them already knew that Balarama was in disguise - the walk, the talk, and the sandals gave him away. But they decided not to say anything for now.

Aaradhya hesitated for a moment before nodded. She turned to Krishna and Balarama. "You two can come with us."

Krishna smiled knowingly, realizing that Aaradhya and Bhanumati had figured out Balarama's disguise but were choosing not to say anything. So Krishna decided to play along as well.

Meanwhile, Balarama, after witnessing someone trying to attack Aaradhya, was determined to go with her so that he could protect her. He adjusted his dupatta one last time, oblivious to the fact that everyone except him was in on the secret.

The four of them began walking through the forest toward Hastinapur.

Bhanumati, now aware of Balarama's disguise, decided to have some fun. Smiling sweetly, she asked him, "We forgot to ask your names. What is your name?"

Balarama's eyes widened in panic as he looked at Krishna for help. Krishna, of course, came to his brother's rescue.

Smiling, Krishna replied with effortless ease, "You forgot to tell us your names as well."

Aaradhya and Bhanumati exchanged a glance and introduced themselves.

"My name is Ashrita," Aaradhya said.

"And I am Bhanu," Bhanumati added.

Krishna repeated Aaradhya's name with a playful smile, "Ashrita... It means 'the one protected by the divine.' Nice name. I wonder who gave you that name..."

Aaradhya blinked, slightly caught off guard by Krishna's innocent question. "Pitashree..." she began, but quickly stopped herself. Not wanting to reveal her connection to Lord Vishnu and Mata Lakshmi, she simply said, "My father gave me that name."

Turning back to Krishna, Bhanumati, curious about their names, asked, "Now, tell us your names."

Krishna smiled. "I've been called by many names, but I think 'Govind' suits me best when I'm wandering like this. And my elder... sister's name is... Rama / Baldevi." (You can choose Balarama's name)

Bhanumati nodded but couldn't resist teasing Balarama. "Oh, your hands are so soft," she said, taking his hands in hers. "What do you do to keep them so smooth?"

Balarama, startled, nearly stumbled over his feet. He glanced at Krishna with pleading eyes, silently begging for help. Krishna, however, only mouthed, "All the best, Dau," and walked ahead to join Aaradhya.

Determined to maintain his disguise, Balarama tried to act more feminine. He daintily adjusted his dupatta again, hesitated for a moment before replying nervously, "Um... mustard oil massage... daily..."

Bhanumati raised an eyebrow, impressed by how well he stayed in character, though she couldn't help but giggle Inwardly. Even Aaradhya had to stifle a laugh.

Bhanumati, clearly enjoying herself, leaned closer with a teasing look. "Oh, mustard oil? But I'm curious... Do you also have a preferred scent? Something light, maybe... Rosewater?"

Balarama swallowed nervously, his mind racing. "Uh... yes... rose... water," he stammered, hoping his response would be enough to satisfy her.

Bhanumati did not give up, she started asking more questions, as they continued walking, Balarama felt his disguise crumbling. He was growing more anxious by the minute, answering Bhanumati's questions.

As Krishna and Aaradhya walked ahead, silence settled between them.

Finally, Aaradhya broke the silence. "How did you know we were heading to Hastinapur?"

Krishna was surprised by how observant she was. He hadn't expected her to notice such a small detail. But then again, he knew that she was no ordinary person - she was the daughter of Lord Vishnu, aka Himself. Krishna smiled, knowing that she had inherited her sharpness from him.

"You noticed that, did you?" Krishna asked with a grin. "I have my ways. But you are more aware than you let on."

Aaradhya studied him for a moment, a slight smile tugging at her lips, realizing that Krishna was not just any ordinary man - he was as sharp as she was.

After a pause, Krishna finally spoke, as if deciding it was time for transparency. "I suppose it's time we reveal ourselves completely. I am Vasudeva Krishna, from Dwarka. And you, my dear, are the princess of Ayodhya, aren't you?"

Aaradhya's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. "Yes, I am. I should have guessed you were from Dwarka, with the way you spoke and carried yourself. I've heard a lot about you."

Krishna smiled warmly. "I hope only good things. But don't believe everything you hear. Stories often exaggerate the truth..."

The conversation paused again as they walked.

After a while, Krishna suddenly said, "I'm thirsty."

Without hesitation, Aaradhya handed him the water she had brought along. Krishna took a long sip. Then, every twenty minutes, he kept drinking more until, by sunset, he had finished all the water.

Now feeling thirsty herself, Aaradhya asked for water, only for Krishna to reply innocently, "I drank it all."

She scolded him. "How could you finish all the water? What are you - a fish?"

Krishna smiled like nothing was wrong. "Don't scold me. I hear the sound of water nearby. There must be a river. We can get some water from there."

Aaradhya sighed but agreed because it made sense, and the two of them followed the sound of water until they reached a river.

Aaradhya busied herself with filling the water flask.

Krishna, however, seemed distracted. He scanned the area, as if searching for something - or someone. Then his eyes finally landed on someone in the distance, and he immediately called out, "Look, it's the man who saved you earlier!"

Aaradhya immediately started looked around. "Where?"

Krishna smirked. "Oh, so you're looking for your prince charming now?"

Her cheeks flushed as she quickly denied it. "No, I'm not!" and began walking back toward the water.

Krishna stopped her. "You won't even thank him for saving you? How ungrateful..."

Aaradhya huffed, annoyed at Krishna's antics. But then she found herself looking at the man Krishna was talking about, and all her irritation melted away.

There, in the distance, she saw KARNA performing Surya Puja. The golden glow of the setting sun seemed to embrace him. His serene expression, the humility in his gestures, and the calm strength radiating from him captivated her. There was something familiar about him - an unspoken pull that made her heart flutter. She wasn't sure why, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Noticing her expression, Krishna leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "He is handsome, right?"

Without thinking, still looking at Karna, Aaradhya replied, "Yes.." Then, snapping back to reality, her eyes widened. "What?!"

She turned to Krishna, pointing an accusing finger. "You! What are you trying to do?"

Krishna just laughed. "Nothing. I'm just watching."

Flustered, Aaradhya started walking away, but Krishna noticed an old man talking to Karna.

Loud enough for Aaradhya to hear, Krishna said, "What is he doing? Is he going to walk like that?"

Aaradhya stopped and turned to Krishna, curious. "What are you talking about?"

Krishna gestured toward Karna, who had finished his prayers and was handing his sandals to an old man, his face calm and compassionate.

Aaradhya watched, truly impressed by Karna's generosity and his willingness to walk barefoot. She watched him walk barefoot to his horse, Shravas. Her admiration for him grew, and she felt herself drawn to him without even realizing it.

As if guided by some unseen force, Aaradhya unconsciously started following him. Each time Karna took a step forward, Aaradhya took a step closer. Her feet moved on their own, drawn to Karna walking ahead, and she thought. "Who is he? Why couldn't I look away? What was it about him that felt so... familiar?"

Krishna observed them both with a smile, and thought. "Sometimes, destiny just needs a little push." He was glad that Aaradhya had seen Karna, even if they hadn't met yet.

Just as the distance between Aaradhya and Karna seemed to narrow, Balarama came running, shouting,

"Kanha! Save me!"

Aaradhya snapped out of her daze and looked at Balarama. Bhanumati appeared behind him, grinning as she held Balarama's dupatta in her hand.

Aaradhya quickly turned back to look at Karna, but by then, he had already mounted his horse and was disappearing into the distance.

She sighed, feeling unsure about what to make of the moment.

Krishna placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and spoke softly, "Don't worry, Sakhi. You'll see him again when the time is right."

Aaradhya quickly turned toward Krishna, brushing his hand off her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes at him. "THAT'S IT!" she said and started looking around for something. Her eyes landed on a sturdy branch nearby.

Without saying a word, she bent down and grabbed it, looking at Bhanumati.

Bhanumati already knowing what was coming, smirked.

Aaradhya pointed the stick at Krishna and Balarama, she commanded. "Both of you - hold your ears!"

Bhanumati, playing along, added, "Start doing sit-ups holding ears!" (kaan pakad kar uthak baithak)

Without hesitation, Krishna and Balarama obeyed and began doing sit-ups sincerely.

While doing punishment, Balarama glared at Krishna, and complained. "Kanha, this is all your doing!"

Krishna, unfazed, smiled knowingly at Aaradhya and Bhanumati. "You two knew Dau was in disguise the whole time, but still played along." His eyes then turned to Bhanumati. "And you had your fun, didn't you, Bhanu?"

Bhanumati tilted her head innocently, feigning confusion, and smiled sweetly. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Aaradhya gave a similar nonchalant shrug, pretending she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. She lowered the stick, throwing it away.

Balarama stopped mid-sit-up, his eyes widening. He looked back and forth between Krishna, Aaradhya, and Bhanumati, trying to make sense of it all. Then, it hit him. "Kanha!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. "You knew they knew, and yet, you didn't say anything?"

Krishna's grin widened. "Of course, I knew. But I must say, Dau, you were handling it quite well. I almost believed you had everything under control."

Balarama, both frustrated and amused, dashed toward Krishna. "I'll make you pay for this!" he shouted, chasing after him.

Krishna, ever playful, darted to the side, laughing. "Catch me if you can!" he teased, weaving between trees and jumping over rocks. Balarama, not one to give up, chased after him, their antics lighthearted yet full of mischief.

Seeing the two of them run around, Aaradhya's lips curled into a smile. Her laughter bubbled up, and Bhanumati couldn't help but join in.

The sound of their laughter made Krishna and Balarama stops in their tracks. They turned to face the two women, looked at each other and then walked toward Aaradhya and Bhanumati.

Krishna tilted his head slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sakhi," he said, his voice serious but warm, "will you two be my sakhi?"

Balarama, catching his breath, smiled at them and said, "Sister," he added, his voice serious. "will you two be my sister?"

Aaradhya and Bhanumati exchanged a glance, their smiles spreading wider as they looked at Krishna and Balarama. Without a second thought, they answered together.

"YES!!!"

In that moment, a new bond was formed - one built on laughter, understanding, and the deep connection of their fates.

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With Vritrasura And Saanvi

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Back at the palace in Andhaka Van, Vritrasura's voice echoed through the chamber.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, SAANVI? I TOLD YOU TO NOT DO ANYTHING, NOT TO HURT HER YET, RIGHT!? - YOU ALMOST GOT HURT!"

Saanvi flinched, getting scared of Vritrasura. "I... I'm sorry..." she whispered.

Vritrasura immediately noticed her flinch and the fear in her eyes, his anger faded instantly.

He took a step back, his tone gentler. "Are you hurt?"

Saanvi shook her head. "No..."

Vritrasura let out a breath, his expression unreadable. "Don't leave the palace without my permission again. Do you understand?"

Saanvi nodded quietly.

Without another word, Vritrasura turned and left, leaving behind the lingering feeling of his protectiveness - a side of him that Saanvi or anyone rarely saw.

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With Pandu, Kunti and Madri

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Pandu's journey to the twelve sacred temples of Ardhanarishvara was not easy.

With Kunti and Madri by his side, Pandu followed every rule given by Rishi Bharadwaja - walking on foot, eating only one fruit per day, sleeping on the ground, and meditating regularly, maintaining complete focus on his penance.

One evening, after walking for hours, the trio sat under a tree to eat the fruits they had. Just as they were about to eat, a tired and hungry traveler approached, pleading for food. Without hesitation, Pandu offered his fruit to the traveler. Though hungry themselves, Kunti and Madri followed Pandu without complaint and gave their share of fruits as well.

At another village near a temple, they were denied shelter. The three of them spent the night under an open sky, shivering in the cold.

Pandu, seeing their discomfort, spoke softly, "You both don't have to endure this. This journey is my penance. You've already done more than I could ever ask."

Kunti, holding his hand gently, replied, "Arya, just as Mahadev and Mata Parvati are Ardhanarishvara, complete only with each other, we too are bound as one. Your journey is ours as well, and your penance is incomplete without us by your side."

Madri nodded, adding, "Yes, Arya. If we share in your joys, how can we not share in your trials?"

Seeing his wives selflessness, Pandu was deeply moved. Yet, he chose to remain silent, silently promising to cherish and honor their sacrifices.

Over the years, Pandu faced many similar challenges along his path. Each trial strengthened their bond.

After completing his journey to all twelve temples, Pandu turned to his final task - obtaining pure ghee for the yagna.

Near the last temple, they came across a small village. Pandu humbly approached a cowherd family and requested work in exchange for milk.

The family agreed, and for several weeks, Pandu worked tirelessly. He tended the cows, cleaned their sheds, and carried water. His sincerity and dedication impressed the cowherd, who offered him the milk he needed.

Meanwhile, Kunti and Madri helped the family with cooking and other household chores. Together, they boiled the milk and prepared the ghee over several days, ensuring it was pure and suitable for the yagna.

With the ghee carefully stored in an earthen pot, Pandu, Kunti, and Madri started their journey back to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

What Pandu didn't know was that his ultimate test was still waiting for him, just before he could complete his penance with the yagna.

As they walked through a village near Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, they noticed a young girl sitting on the ground, crying. Her small figure trembled as she tried to wipe her tears with her hands.

Seeing the girl crying, Pandu approached her with concern.

Kneeling beside her, he gently asked. "Why are you crying, child?"

The girl looked at him, her big eyes filled with tears. Through her sobs, she explained, "I was carrying ghee for my family's offering, but I slipped, and spilled it on the ground. My mother will scold me if I return home empty-handed."

Pandu listened carefully. After thinking for a moment, he took the ghee pot from Kunti's hands and held it out to the girl.

"Here," he said with a smile, offering her the ghee he had earned through his hard work. "Take this ghee to your mother. She will not scold you now."

Kunti and Madri, exchanged concerned glances.

Kunti quickly stepped forward and tried to stop Pandu. "Arya, this ghee is for the yagna! Without it, your penance will remain incomplete."

Madri nodded, her voice filled with worry. "Yes Arya, Please, reconsider."

Pandu turned to them and just smiled. "Kunti, Madri, I can work hard again to prepare the ghee. But right now, if this ghee can bring comfort to this girl, it has already served a better purpose here than in the yagna."

As he spoke, a thought crossed Pandu's mind. He had spent years in penance, yet in this moment, he realized that sometimes the true essence of sacrifice lay not in rituals, but in kindness. He knew the yagna was important to remove his curse, but this simple act of compassion felt more important than to remove his curse.

Turning back to the girl, Pandu wiped her tears, and gently placed the pot in her hands. "Take it, my child. There's no need to cry anymore."

The girl hesitated, holding the pot nervously. She looked at Pandu, then at the pot. "I... I cannot take this. This ghee is yours. My mother will know it is not ours."

Pandu was taken aback by her honesty. He handed the pot back to Kunti but his heart was set on helping the girl, and he could not leave her in her distress.

Thinking of a solution, an idea came to him. Looking down at the spilled ghee on the ground, he knelt beside the girl again.

"If you want the ghee that you spilled, then I will retrieve it for you," he said with a reassuring smile.

Pandu extended his hand toward the ground, ready to extract the spilled ghee.

But just as his hand was about to touch the soil, a voice called out from behind him.

"Maharaj Pandu?"

Startled, Pandu stopped. His hand still hovered above the ground as he turned toward the voice confused. "Who would recognize me after all these years, dressed in the simplest of clothes, walking as a humble penitent?"

As Pandu stood up, his eyes met the young man who had called his name. The figure before him looked familiar in some way, but Pandu could not recognize him.

The young man smiled again and repeated. "Maharaj Pandu?"

Pandu nodded, but before he could ask who the young man was or how he knew him, the young man immediately stepped forward and touched Pandu's feet in respect.

Pandu, slightly taken aback, gently placed a hand on the young man's head, blessing him. He made him stand and asked, "Who are you, Putra? I do not recognise you."

The young man smiled brightly and said, "Of course, after all these years, you cannot recognise me. Even I could not recognise you when I first saw you at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, but Gururdev told me about you after you left, so I recognise you now."

With a glint of pride, he continued. "Let me introduce myself. I am SHON, son of Adhirath and Radha... Now do you recognize me?"

Pandu's face lit up in recognition. He immediately embraced Shon, pulling him into a tight hug. After a long moment, Pandu broke the hug and held Shon's shoulders.

"Shon, you have grown up into a young man." Pandu said, his voice filled with affection. Pandu had always held Radha in high regard and calls Radha as Jiji (sister) so of course her son was naturally dear to him.

Turning to his wives, Pandu said, "Kunti, Madri, he is Shon. Radha Jiji's son. Remember I told you about Adhirath and Radha Jiji?"

They both nodded, and Shon took their blessings as well.

"Shon, what are you doing here?" Pandu asked, his gaze shifted to the bow in Shon's hand, "It looks like you are an archer now? Have you been training with Yudhishthir and the others? How are they?"

Shon smiled, but his tone grew a little more serious. "The Kuru princes are learning under Guru Dronacharya... Acharya Drona... he refused to teach me. So, Bhrata Ashwa sent me to Rishi Bharadwaja."

Pandu nodded, but his attention went back to the girl, who was pulling his hand.

Kneeling once more, Pandu was going to extract the ghee from the soil.

Seeing Pandu, Shon asked curiously. "Maharaj Pandu, what are you doing?"

Pandu explained the situation to Shon, "This child spilled her ghee and fears punishment from her mother. I am helping her."

Shon, understanding the situation, smiled again, "Maharaj, I will help the girl. You must return to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram and complete the yagna. Everyone in Hastinapur must be eagerly waiting for your return."

Pandu hesitated. "It's alright, Putra. I will help her first, and you must be going somewhere as well."

Shon smiled reassuringly. "I, too, am on my way to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram. So leave this task to me, I will help the girl."

On Shon's insistence, Pandu decided to leave. He placed his hand gently in Shon's shoulder, saying, "Then I will leave it in your hands, Putra. Help her, and I will meet you at the ashram."

Shon nodded, and Pandu began to walk away, but glanced back one last time to see Shon kneeling down to help the girl.

Soon, Pandu arrived at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram. He was welcomed with respect, and after greetings, Pandu informed Rishi Bharadwaja of the completion of his journey, as instructed by the Rishi.

Rishi Bharadwaja had already anticipated that Pandu would return by this time and he prepared everything for the yagna just in case.

With Rishi Bharadwaja's guidance, the yagna began. As the yagna reached its culmination, a divine light filled the atmosphere. The very air seemed to shimmer as Mahadev and Mata Parvati appeared before Pandu.

With a serene smile, Mahadev spoke. "Pandu, your journey was not only about enduring hardships but also about purity of your heart. Over the years you have faced many trails and tests, and you have completed your journey overcoming all those challenges."

Mata Parvati spoke next, "The thought of giving the ghee to that child, when it was important for you to complete your penance, revealed your true intentions. This is the very essence of what made your journey successful. You have impressed us, not by completing the rituals, but by choosing kindness and selflessness above all."

Mahadev nodded. "Pandu, ask now what you wish, for your journey has led you here."

Pandu, stood before the divine couple, his heart filled with gratitude, asked, "I have unknowingly killed Rishi Kindama and his wife, and for that, I was cursed. Mahadev, Mata Parvati, I wish to be freed from this curse and to live without the burden of guilt that weighed on me for so long."

Mahadev and Mata Parvati exchanged a knowing glance. With compassion in their eyes, they spoke together. "Your wish is granted, Pandu. The curse from Rishi Kindama is lifted."

With that, Mahadev and Mata Parvati disappeared, leaving Pandu filled with peace and the weight of years of suffering lifted from his shoulders. Kunti and Madri, who had been quietly observing the divine event, exchanged glances, their hearts lightened as well, seeing Pandu's burden lifted.

Just as the divine couple vanished, Shon arrived.

Pandu saw him and asked, "Putra Shon, did you help the girl?"

Shon nodded, though his face held a strange, unreadable expression. There was something in his eyes that suggested he was withholding something, but he didn't speak of it.

Pandu noticed the unusual silence in Shon. However, he respected Shon's unspoken decision and did not press further. He thought Shon would share whatever was troubling him when the time was right.

Instead, Pandu gently asked, "Putra, come with us to Hastinapur."

But Rishi Bharadwaja, immediately spoke up. "SHON WILL JOIN LATER, Pandu. You should return now."

Pandu nodded. With the curse lifted, he turned to Rishi Bharadwaja and said, "Rishi Bharadwaja, we are grateful for your guidance."

The Rishi nodded, offering his blessing. "May your path be peaceful."

With a final bow, Pandu turned to Kunti and Madri. "IT IS TIME TO RETURN TO HASTINAPUR." They nodded in agreement, their steps in sync with his as they began their journey to Hastinapur, leaving the ashram behind.

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With Shon - The Journey Of Knowledge and Destiny

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After giving the letter to Shon, Ashwa told him to go to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

After a long journey, As Shon arrived at Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, he saw a man leaving the ashram. It was none other than Pandu. Shon did not recognise Pandu, as he was only two years old when Pandu had left for the forest.

Shon greeted Rishi Bharadwaja, introduced himself, and gave the letter Ashwa wrote.

Rishi Bharadwaja was initially confused but then opened the letter. As he read it, his expression shifted from confusion to surprise and finally to anger.

The letter:

"PITAMAH!!! YOUR DEAR SON REJECTED SHON SAYING HE WILL NOT TEACH A SUT-PUTRA. AND I KNOW IF ANYONE CAN TEACH MY FATHER A LESSON, IT IS ONLY YOU. SO I AM SENDING SHON TO YOU. I know you understand the value of knowledge beyond caste and status, unlike your son. Please, Pitamah, teach Shon what my father refused to teach. Also I am waiting for the day... When you will teach your son / my father a lesson... 😉"

After reading the letter, Rishi Bharadwaja muttered angrily,

"WHAT!! A Sut-putra? A soul is not bound by his birth. It is the mind and heart that make a man, not his caste."

Rishi Bharadwaja is very angry at Dronachraya and he turned to Shon. "What if my son rejected you? I will teach you, Putra. No one will stop you from learning. Your desire for knowledge proves your worth."

Rishi Bharadwaja despite the societal norms that often dictated who could learn, had no tolerance for such unjust practices. He was deeply disturbed by his son's actions and he reflected in his own role in raising Dronachraya. Had he failed as a teacher by not instilling these values in his son? He sighed, his voice softer now. "Perhaps I did not teach my son well enough to see beyond caste."

As he looked at Shon, Rishi Bharadwaja felt a fierce, protective sense of duty toward the young man.

Later, Shon came to know from Rishi Bharadwaja that it was Pandu who he had seen leaving the ashram when he arrived. Though Shon had not recognised Pandu then, now he understood who the man was.

After many months of rigorous training, one day, Rishi Bharadwaja asked Shon, "Putra, I have taught you everything I know. Who do you wish to learn from next? I will personally request that person to accept you as a student."

Shon, after thinking for a moment replied, "Gurudev, I wish to learn under RISHI VISHWAMITRA."

Rishi Bharadwaja nodded, and later sent a request to Rishi Vishwamitra to accept Shon as his student.

When Shon met Rishi Vishwamitra, the sage looked at him and asked, "Why do you wish to learn the arts of a warrior from me, Putra? You are a suta, you could choose to remain a charioteer..."

Shon did not hesitate and replied.

"Śūdro vā brāhmaṇo vāpi vidyā sarveṣu sāmyā | Na jātyā na kulaṃ vidyāṃ, pātram asti yatra tatra ||"

"This means... Whether one is a Shudra or a Brahmin, knowledge is the same for all. Knowledge is not limited by birth or family, it belongs to anyone who is deserving."

"Rishi Vishwamitra... you taught this to Bhrata Vasu and Bhrata Ashwa. This shloka is the reason I am alive today, and I am here because of that teaching. Please accept me as your student, I wish to learn under you."

Impressed by Shon's words and determination, Rishi Vishwamitra accepted him as his student.

Shon was taken by Rishi Vishwamitra for further training and began his education under the Maharishi. Shon learned all the arts of warfare - astras, shastras, and everything else Rishi Vishwamitra knew.

After completing his training under Rishi Vishwamitra, Shon's Gurudakshina was to promise to always stay on Dharma's side and help those who are in need.

Shon vowed to uphold the promise and with Rishi Vishwamitra's blessings, he set out in his journey back to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram.

On his way back to Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram Shon saw Pandu.

(Note - I have already showed what happened here)

After Pandu left, Shon kneeled beside the girl. "I will help you."

Shon gathered the soil soaked with ghee, and by pressing it with his hands, he slowly extracted the ghee into a pot and gave it to the girl.

Her face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Dada." She said, before running off toward her family.

As Shon watched her leave, he smiled thinking he had done a good deed. But as he turned toward the path of Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, he felt a sudden shift in the air. The ground beneath him began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, a powerful voice echoed, filled with fury.

Shon's eyes widen as a divine figure rose from the earth itself. It was Bhudevi.

"Shon, you pressed me with force for a mere bowl of ghee, unaware of the pain it caused me. Have you forgotten that I bear the weight of all beings without complaint? You, who sought to extract something from me by force, shall now face the consequences of your actions."

Shon froze, his eyes widening in shock. Bhudevi's voice thundered again. "I curse you Shon! At a crucial moment in your life, I WILL HOLD YOU AND YOUR CHARIOT BACK. In the very same way you had held me in your fists today, I shall hold you, leaving you vulnerable to your enemy."

Shon stood still, absorbing her words. Slowly, he joined his hands in respect and bowed his head. "Devi, I accept your curse, I only ask for your forgiveness, my intentions were not to harm but to help. If I must bear the consequences of this act, so be it."

Bhudevi's gaze softened, her voice carried the weight of her decision. "The curse is not born out of anger but necessity. Every action, even one with the noblest intent, has consequences. Your intentions may be pure which is to help another, but in doing so, you ignored the pain you caused to me, who nurtures and sustains all life."

She paused, her tone turning more compassionate. "This curse will serve as a lesson, not just for you, but for those who hear your story. It will remind all beings of the delicate balance between action and consequence, between help and harm."

As her form faded, she added one final, gentle word of advice. "Remember, child, learn to see beyond immediate needs, to respect even the unseen forces that sustain life. May this experience guide you toward a greater purpose."

Shon sighed softly, and began walking toward Rishi Bharadwaja's ashram, the weight of the curse etched deeply into his heart. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the earth itself reminded him of his burden. Yet, in his heart, a new resolve took root. If this was his destiny, then he would face it with courage and humility.

The curse Shon now carried was never meant for him. It had originally been destined for Karna, but when the Kala Chakra had turned, Karna had saved Shon's life. In doing so, Karna altered the future, his own burden had unintentionally shifted onto Shon.

Shon's life had intertwined with Karna's in ways even the gods could not have foreseen. What was once Karna's curse had now become Shon's fate.

What happened to Shon - is it fair, even though his intentions were pure? What do you think?

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With Pandavas And Kauravas - The Journey Of Silence And Division.

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"DURYODHANA!!"

BHIMA shouted. It was no slip of the tongue. He made sure everyone would hear him, as he always did when his taunts were meant to wound.

Heads turned instantly at that name - it was a name that had, over time, become a symbol of the growing divide between the two branches of the Kuru family.

Every single person, whether Kaurava or Pandava, stopped what they were doing and turned toward Bhima. Their reactions were immediate and mixed. The Kauravas were angry. Arjun and Nakul exchanged amused glances, their smirks matching Bhima's, while Yudhishthir, Sahadev, and Yuyutsu looked visibly disappointed.

They had been resting for sometime on the quiet forest path when Bhima's shout broke the silence, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Walking ahead with Ashwa, Suyodhana froze for a moment but didn't turn back. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening ever so slightly - a reaction subtle enough that only Ashwa noticed. Ashwa knew his friend too well to miss the signs.

It wasn't the first time Bhima had called Suyo as "Duryodhana."

Over the years, the Pandavas and Kauravas had trained under Guru Dronachraya's guidance, learning the art of war and governance. But instead of bringing them closer, the time spent together had only deepened the rivalry between the two groups.

Dronacharya's clear favoritism toward Arjun - and by extension, to the Pandavas - had added fuel to the fire.

What had started as harmless sibling rivalry had turned into a battlefield of egos and tempers, with Bhima taking the lead on one side and Suyodhana bearing the burnt on the other.

At first, Suyo had tried to ignore Bhima's taunts and dismissed them as petty jokes and childish provocations.

But as the years went by, every time there were fights between the Pandavas and the Kauravas, Bhima, with his bluntness, had taken it too far, especially by calling Suyodhana as 'Duryodhana' and a 'bad omen' using those words like weapons in their conflicts.

And each time, Suyo, though clearly hurt, always remained silent. But that silence wasn't born of indifference - It was exhaustion. He was tired of hearing those words. The constant provocation had worn him down to the point where he had learned to bury the pain under a mask of calmness, even though it stung deeply every time.

Ashwa had tried to stop their fights, stepping between them whenever he could.

But one day, Suyo, for reasons only he understood, told him to stop.

"Leave it... Mitra Ashwa. Let him call me what he wants. I don't care anymore...."

BUT ASHWA DID CARE. He could see the pain in Suyo's eyes every time Bhima used the name and how much it hurts Suyo. But still, after that day, Ashwa decided to hold his tongue, respecting Suyo's wish. Because Ashwa was waiting patiently for the day when Bhima would dare to call Suyodhana as - 'Duryodhana' - in front of Karna.

SUYO MIGHT ENDURE THIS IN SILENCE, BUT KARNA WOULD NOT.

Ashwa knew better than anyone that Bhima would definitely cross that line in front of Karna, and that day, Bhima would learn a lesson he would never forget. ASHWA WAS CERTAIN THE TABLES WOULD TURN.

Today, however, Karna was not with them. It was just the Pandavas and Kauravas, scattered along the forest path as they made their way back to Hastinapur. Their training under Dronachraya was complete, and they were now returning home.

Sushasana, unable to hold back, marched toward Bhima. "What is it now, Bhima?" he snapped, glaring at the Pandava. "Can you not leave us in peace without dragging my Jyesth into your petty nonsense?"

Bhima smirked, leaning causally against his gadha. "Nonsense? I'm just calling him by his real name - the name he was given - Duryodhana. Or are you ashamed of your brother's truth? The truth that he is a bad omen? Does it hurt to hear it out loud?"

Sushasana's fist clenched. "His name is Suyodhana! And don't you dare call him anything else again."

"Oh, Is it?" Bhima looked at Suyodhana, who had not uttered a word. "But it seems your brother doesn't mind."

Then, directly talking to Suyo, Bhima said, "What's wrong DURYODHANA? Nothing to say today as well? Have you finally accepted your fate? We all know the truth, don't we? You're a bad omen. No matter how hard you try, you'll never change that."

Bhima's words were met with silence - he did not expect this reaction from Suyo... His smile faltered for a moment as he thought, "Why won't he say anything? Is he really that unaffected? I've been waiting for him to lash out, to say something..."

But the Kauravas anger was rising.

Sushasana lunged at Bhima, clearly furious, but Yuyutsu quickly grabbed his shoulder and held him back.

"Bhrata Sushasana... Let it go. He is just trying to provoke you." Yuyutsu said calmly, though the tension in the air was clear.

Sushasana glared at Yuyutsu, his anger clear. "YUYUTSU! He dares to say anything to my Jyesth, and you expect me to stay silent?"

Finally, Suyo broke his silence only to say, "Sushasana. Stop."

Sushasana froze. Even though every part of him burned with the desire to lash out and defend his brother, he couldn't disobey his elder brother's word. His Jyesth said stop, so he would, for now...

Taking a deep breath, controlling his angry, Sushasana spoke one last time. His next words, though were directed at Yuyutsu, were clearly meant for Bhima. "You are right, Yuyutsu. Let him think his words matter. It's like a fool throwing stones at the sun, thinking he can tarnish it's brilliance. But all he does is make himself look more foolish."

With that, Sushasana grabbed Suyodhana's hand and left from there angrily. The Kauravas followed them.

Watching the Kauravas walk away, something crossed Bhima's face - guilt, maybe? Regret? And for a moment, Bhima thought. "Am I going too far?" But the thought was gone as quickly as it came, buried beneath his arrogance and wounded pride as he remembered how the servants said, the eldest son of Maharaj Dhritharastra and Maharani Gandhari is Yuvraj - which is Suyo (according to Bhima, Pandavas and Kauravas).

Ashwa, who had been watching quietly, stepped in at last, moving closer to Bhima, his voice low and clear, MEANT ONLY FOR BHIMA TO HEAR.

"Listen carefully, Bhima. There are lines you don't cross... And when you do... you'll regret it... Suyo may remain silent, but there is someone who will make you regret your words in ways you cannot yet imagine. So, EITHER TAKE THIS AS ADVICE OR A WARNING - I - DON'T - CARE - But remember that one day you will wish you had held your tongue..."

Bhima didn't fully understand Ashwa's words, but the seriousness in Ashwa's voice told him it wasn't idle talk.

With that said, Ashwa turned and walked away, following the Kauravas.

Sahadev always felt uneasy during these fights, he hesitated before speaking. "Bhrata Bhima... every word we say builds the future. And one day, you may regret... you may wish your words had been kinder..."

Bhima looked at Sahadev, caught off guard momentarily by the weight of his younger brother's insight. But then he laughed humorlessly. "Regret? Kindness? Sahadev, you're too naive. If I stay silent, these Kauravas will think they can walk all over us. They already don't respect our Jyesth Yudhishthir as their Jyesth, and you want me to ignore their insolence?"

Nakul, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "Bhrata Bhima is right. And, Dev, don't you remember how Duryodhana openly challenged our Jyesth that till he is there he will not let our Jyesth Yudhishthir take the throne?"

Arjun added, "And just because he doesn't call our elder brother Yudhishthir as 'Jyesth,' HE THINKS THAT WILL CHANGE THE FACT THAT OUR BROTHER IS THE ELDEST, THE ONE BORN TO RULE."

Yudhishthir, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. "Enough... Dev is right... Your words only deepen the rift between us... We are all brothers... And Tatshree, Pitashree, Kakashree, everyone knows that I am the eldest of all, so Suyodhana is fighting pointlessly for the throne, because I am the rightful one by birth and by dharma."

Bhima scoffed. "Brothers? Jyesth, you are too forgiving. Their disrespect towards you have made their feelings clear. They do not consider us as brothers. And If I stay silent, they will take what rightfully belongs to you."

Meanwhile, the Kauravas went to the nearby river. And once there, Suyodhana just went to the water and started drinking.

Sushasana, seeing his Jyesth Suyodhana so calm even after what just happened, felt a tight knot form in his chest.

Sushasana hated moments like these - moments when he couldn't understand what his elder brother was thinking. He could not hold back anymore. "Jyesth, say something! Why do you let him talk to you like that? What did this silence mean?"

Vikarna asked next, "Jyesth, your silence... it feels like surrender. Are you angry? Hurt? But choosing not to show it? Why are you not saying anything? Do you really not care?"

These questions were in every Kaurava's mind, but Sushasana and Vikarna were the only ones who voiced them out.

Suyo looked at his 99 brothers, all looking at him for answers.

Yuyutsu, was always the one to side with those he felt was right, but this time he choose to stand with Suyodhana.

Yuyutsu also spoke, "Bhrata Suyodhana, I don't want us brothers (Kauravas, Pandavas and him) to fight, but I also don't like your silence."

Finally, Suyo spoke, "My silence is not my weakness. It is my strength, MY CHOICE. I don't care what Bhima says. His words don't define me."

But the Kauravas were not convinced.

Sushasana snapped, "Fine! Stay silent like this only. BUT we won't. From now on, either you break your silence, or we will do what we have to do. If you won't defend yourself, we will. We 99 brothers will no longer stand idle when you're insulted."

With that, Sushasana turned and left angrily. Yuyutsu called after Sushasana, but there was no response. So, he goes after Sushasana.

Vikarna looked at Suyo and added, "I also agree with Sushasana." And with that, he turned and left as well.

One by one, all the Kauravas said they agree with Sushasana and Vikarna.

For the first time, the Kauravas stood united - against their own elder brother - but for him.

Ashwa stayed behind, watching Suyodhana quietly.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked.

Suyo looked at Ashwa and just smiled, "Yes Mitra."

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Two days before Kala Pradarshan -

The Pandavas and Kauravas entered Hastinapur, and the news of the Kuru Rajkumars return spread like wildfire.

The whole kingdom came alive as people came out from their homes, leaving behind half-prepared meals, unwashed clothes, and unfinished tasks. They lined the streets, their voices murmuring with excitement. Mothers lifted their children to see over the crowd, while traders and laborers paused their work. Every face bore the same expression - anticipation, pride, and curiosity - to catch a glimpse of the young princes who would shape the kingdom's future.

On the other side, the royal family along with Dronachraya, stood at the palace gates, waiting for them.

Dronachraya, standing tall like an accomplished teacher, addressed the gathered royals. "Maharaj Dhritharastra, Mahamahim Bhishma, my work is complete. I have taught the Rajkumars all that I know. Each of them has been trained in the skills of warfare, archery, and governance. They are now ready to serve the kingdom."

Of course Dronacharya's speech will not end without mentioning Arjun in it.

He paused, his eyes briefly scanning the princes, before resting on Arjun. "Each prince has excelled in their own way, but Arjun, in particular, has proven himself exceptional and stands out as a true master of archery."

The royals were pleased to hear the praises, especially Bhishma, whose chest swelled with pride at Dronacharya's words. A faint smile of satisfaction played on his lips as he watched the approaching Kuru Rajkumars.

The Pandavas and Kauravas walked together, their heads held high as they approached the palace. Suddenly, someone called out from the crowd, her voice soft yet filled with affection,

"Putra Suyodhana!"

Suyo immediately turned toward the voice. RADHA stepped forward from the crowd with a smile. She approached Suyo and gently cupped his face with the tenderness of a mother.

Without hesitation, Suyo bent down to touch her feet, seeking her blessings. Radha placed a hand on his head.

Bhima, who saw the entire exchange, could not remain silent.

Just as Radha opened her mouth to bless Suyodhana, Bhima's mocking voice cut through the moment. "Touching a suta's feet, have you forgotten who you are?"

Only those close heard Bhima's words - Radha, the Kauravas, Pandavas, Yuyutsu and Ashwa.

Radha's smile faded instantly. Her hand trembled as she quickly stepped back, HER BLESSINGS LEFT INCOMPLETE. For a moment, doubt flickered in her eyes, as if Bhima's words held a painful truth she couldn't ignore.

Time seemed to stop. Suyo was still in the same position, bent down, his head bowed. But beneath his silence, his fists slowly began to clench.

He had endured countless taunts and insults over the years, wearing silence as his armor against Bhima's relentless barbs. He had borne them all - words that questioned his worth, his identity.

But this time, it was different. Bhima's words had not targeted him. They had struck Radha, the woman who had given him the unconditional love of a mother.

Something deep inside him stirred - a raw, unyielding force that had been suppressed for far too long. It was as if a dam, holding back years of anger and suffering, and Bhima's insult to Radha was the final crack, and in an instant, everything Suyo had kept inside came rushing out.

His patience finally shattered.

Without a word, he stood up and turned toward Bhima, striking him with a powerful punch. The impact was so sudden and fierce that Bhima stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.

Gasps erupted from the crowd as they witnessed the blow.

Blood trickled from the corner of Bhima's mouth as he stared at Suyodhana, stunned. He touched the corner of his mouth and found his fingers stained with blood.

Bhima's hands curled into fists, his pride bruised far more than his face. Fury simmered beneath the surface, but the unexpected force of Suyodhana's punch left him momentarily speechless. "What had just happened?"

The Kauravas were clearly enjoying the moment.

Ashwa thought with a grin. "Mitra Suyo, I started to feel you being too good is not good. Finally! Just what I've been waiting to see!"

The Pandavas rushed to Bhima's side, their faces a mixture of concern and anger.

Alarmed by the commotion, Bhishma and Dronachraya, hurried over.

Bhishma's brows furrowed at the sight of blood trickling from Bhima's lip, and his voice rang out stern and commanding. "Suyodhana!! What is the meaning of this? Is this what you have learned? Such behavior is unacceptable! Explain yourself!"

Suyo opened his mouth, ready to say the words that Bhima had spoken, but he felt a hand stopping him.

Suyo looked down to see it was Radha, who quickly stepped forward to stop him. Radha shook her head slightly, silently pleading, asking him to let the moment pass. And that was enough - as if water had been poured on fire, his anger melted into obedience.

Suyo exhaled sharply, his words dying on his lips. He lowered his gaze, his fists unclenching. Without responding to Bhishma, Suyo turned and began walking toward the palace.

The Kauravas, one by one followed their Jyesth without a word.

The royals were shocked.

Bhishma's eyes narrowed as he watched Suyodhana retreat. His gaze briefly flickered to Radha, who seemed uneasy. "Something isn't right. There's more to this than meets the eye. I will need to speak with Suyodhana in private," Bhishma thought.

Vidur, however, noticed Radha stopping Suyodhana and silently pieced together that something must have provoked Suyodhana. Although he didn't hear Bhima's words, the exchange between Radha and Suyodhana was enough for him to hint that there is more behind Suyodhana's actions than just a moment of anger.

When explaining the situation to Dhritharastra and Gandhari, Vidur described only what was visible: Suyodhana punching Bhima, Radha stopping Suyo, and Suyo walking away without a word.

The incident lingered in the air, leaving the crowd and the royal family with a sense of unease and unanswered questions.

Because of the tension, the welcome was cut short, and Suyo went inside after meeting his parents. Ashwa assured Gandhari that he will go to Suyo.

Inside, Suyo walked silently through the corridor, his mind a storm of thoughts. Ashwa caught up to him, silently walking a step behind Suyo.

Just as they approached Suyo's room, a voice broke their silence.

"JYESTH!!!!"

Both Suyodhana and Ashwa turned around to see a young girl running toward them - It was Sushala.

She saw Ashwa and came to a stop, but in her haste, she lost her balance and slipped.

Ashwa instinctively caught her in his arms just in time, preventing her from falling.

As he steadied her, their eyes met, Ashwa couldn't help but notice how small and delicate she felt in his arms. It was a strange thought - one that made his chest tighten unexpectedly. He brushed it aside, focusing on her safety instead.

Sushala's eyes widened in shock as she looked up at Ashwa, her mouth open slightly in surprise 😲

Ashwa was concerned, looking at her in that same position, he asked. "Princess, are you okay?"

For Sushala, the world around her seemed to narrow down to just her and Ashwa. Her heart raced, and she simply nodded, unable to form words. She felt a warmth at his touch, and she just kept staring into his eyes.

Breaking their moment, Suyo cleared his throat. "Ahem."

Sushala immediately snapped back to reality, her face turning a deep shade of pink. She quickly straightened herself, trying to regain her composure, and glanced nervously at Ashwa before looking down, her fingers fidgeting.

Ashwa quickly tried to explain himself. "Mitra, it's nothing like that... I mean... I was just -"

Suyo raised a hand stopping Ashwa ✋ and said, "Mitra Ashwa, I have eyes. I can see what happened. No need to explain yourself."

Suyo then turned his attention to Sushala, his tone light yet teasing. "Sushala you should be more careful next time. Thank the gods It was Ashwa here, otherwise..." He let his voice trail off before adding with a playful grin, "Well, you know, you're getting heavy, sister. If not for Ashwa, I'd be taking whoever caught you to Raj Vaidya..."

Sushala's eyes widened in mock indignation. "Jyesth!! You haven't seen me in years and the first thing you say to me is that I'm heavy?!"

She stormed over to Suyo and began to hit him lightly. "How dare you, after all this time!" She huffed, her face flushed with both embarrassment and playful anger. "I've grown into a beautiful young woman, and this is what you say to me?!"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Suyo's lips as he "tried" to dodge her hits. "Oh, come on, Sushala, no need to get so worked up. It was just a joke."

"You're impossible!" she retorted, her strikes losing their force.

Suyo managed to parry a few of her playful slaps but couldn't help laughing at her fiery spirit. "You're as feisty as ever, I see." He finally caught her hands, holding them gently, his grin wide.

Suyo looked over at Ashwa with a playful grin, still holding Sushala's handed he said, "Mitra, don't just stand there. Help me out here!"

Ashwa, who was watching the entire scene with a smile, just raised both his hands in surrender. "I'm not getting in the middle of that."

Sushala looked at Ashwa and immediately stopped. Her anger faded instantly. Her gaze softened as she found herself lost in his smile.

But then, she bit her lip regaining her composure, she looked back to Suyo, and with a sharp look, she snapped, "Fine, I'm leaving," she declared, her voice stiff. Without a word, she turned and stormed off down the hallway.

As she walked away, Ashwa's smile faded. Something stirred inside him, a feeling of discomfort. He watched her retreating figure, confused. "WHY DID SHE LEAVE LIKE THAT? IS SHE ANGRY?" Ashwa don't know why, but for the first time, he didn't want her to leave. "WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN?"

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts and trying to make sense of this feeling. Finally, Ashwa declared to himself, "SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME."

Turning to Suyo, he asked, "You will not go after your sister? She seemed to be angry with you."

Suyo shrugged, though his expression softened. "Nah, she will calm down. I'll get her something nice later to make up for it."

Ashwa gave a small nod, still confused by the unknown feeling in his heart.

Meanwhile, Sushala, having reached her room, shut the door behind her with a soft click. She leaned against the door, closing her eyes as she played the events in her mind. "Hey Bagawan (Oh God), What have I done? How could I act so foolishly?"

"The first time I see him after so many years, and I slip right in front of him. How embarrassing!" Her hands clenched at her sides, and her heart raced.

But no... It wasn't just that. Her thoughts shifted to Ashwa's concerned eyes as he held her. "I've always admired him from afar, but this... this was different."

She pressed her hand to her chest, as if to still the racing heart inside her.

"I liked him for so long... since I was a child... and all these years... I missed him so much... But today... when he caught me... It felt different... like the world stood still in that moment. Could this be... I think... Maybe... It's more than just admiration or liking him. I... I think... I AM FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she sighed, the memory of his steady arms and concerned eyes replaying in her mind. "Why did he have to be so kind?" She whispered, almost accusingly.

Shaking her head, she paced the room trying to focus on something else. "Focus, Sushala. You can't let him see you like this. You can't let anyone know how you feel. What if Jyesth finds out? He is Jyesth's friend... What if he doesn't see you that way... and just see you as his friend's sister... What if Jyesth and everyone gets angry if they know? It's too much to risk."

Her mind still swirling with emotions, she walked toward the window, staring outside, lost in thought. She couldn't shake the feeling that she exposed herself in front of Ashwa, and now, she was too embarrassed to face him. Her heart longed for him, but she knew she couldn't let it show. Not yet, at least.

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The next day... One day before Kala Pradarshan...

The grand city of Hastinapur came alive as Pandu, Kunti, and Madri entered the gates of the majestic city. The streets were bustling with activity, adorned with vibrant decorations of flowers. Children laughed and ran around, while the aroma of sweets and different foods wafted through the air.

Kunti and Madri looked around, curiously.

Madri turned to Pandu and asked, "Arya, what are all these preparations for?"

Pandu smiled, gesturing towards the lively streets. "Madri, all this is for Karna. Every year, the entire kingdom celebrates his birth. His birthday is in three days."

Kunti's breath caught at the mention of Karna. Her voice faltered slightly as she hesitated, before saying, "But, Arya... Karna was born on -"

Pandu gently but firmly interrupted her. "Kunti, it doesn't matter on which day he was born. What matters is that the people are celebrating his birth and the love they have for him. The day Jyesth Dhritarashtra and Bhabhi Shree Gandhari adopted him, they gave him a new life - a place where he is loved and cherished by all."

He paused and looked at her, his tone softening but with a tinge of caution. "And remember, what you promised... YOU ARE KARNA'S CHOTI MA, NOT HIS MOTHER. Until the day he learns the truth himself and chooses to forgive you, we must respect the life he knows now."

Kunti's shoulders slumped, her head bowing slightly as the weight of her promise settled over her heart. "You are right, Arya," she whispered, though her voice carried sadness she couldn't quite hide.

Walking beside her, Madri reached out, clasping Kunti's hand in hers - a silent gesture of support. Kunti turned to Madri, whose understanding smile offered reassurance that words could not.

As they continued walking through the busy streets of Hastinapur, Kunti's thoughts drifted to Karna - her first born - now a prince - a yuvraj - a beloved son of Dhritarashtra and Gandhari, and a symbol of hope for the people of Hastinapur.

Her heart ached with guilt and longing, but she knew Pandu was right. She had made her decision long ago, and now she had to live with it.

Her heart clenched as she thought, "Putra Karna, a small part of me wishes that you never learn the truth, because if you do... Will you ever forgive me? Accept me?"

The thought of his rejection filled her with a silent dread.

In the distance, the grand palace stood tall, its gates wide open as if welcoming them home.

Kunti took a deep breath, silently wearing the mask of Choti Ma with a smile. For now, she would celebrate Karna, as the kingdom did, from afar. Her love as a mother would remain hidden, waiting for the day when the truth could finally be revealed.

Suddenly, a small child ran through the crowd, accidentally bumping into Pandu. The boy stumbled and fell, Pandu knelt down immediately, helping the boy to his feet. "Are you okay?"

The boy nodded, his wide eyes staring up at Pandu in curiosity.

"Who are you? I have never seen you in Hastinapur?" He asked innocently.

Before Pandu could reply, a passerby noticed Pandu. At first, there was hesitation in the man's voice as he asked. "Maharaj Pandu?"

Another passerby heard the man's words, and another voice exclaimed. "Maharaj Pandu has returned!"

One by one, the people stopped their work, their eyes turning toward him. The bustling street grew quiet as the word spread.

"It's Maharaj Pandu!"

"He has come back!"

The boy turned to the man, tugging at his arm, he asked eagerly. "Who is Maharaj Pandu?"

The man knelt down beside the boy, "Maharaj Pandu is one of the greatest warriors and kings this land has ever known. He is the younger brother of Maharaj Dhritharastra, and he once ruled this Kingdom with wisdom and valor."

The boy's eyes widened in awe as he turned back to Pandu, now looking at him with newfound respect.

People began stepping aside, creating a clear path for Pandu and his wives, their hands folded in respect. Some murmured prayers in gratitude, others smiled.

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And so, the news of Pandu's arrival spread like the wind, racing ahead to reach the palace before them.

At the palace gates, a guard, noticing the commotion in the streets, quickly turned and ran inside. He rushed through the halls, breathless.

INSIDE THE PALACE, the air was tense yet calm after yesterday's incident. Bhishma sat in his chambers along with Vidur.

"It's not just the fight, Tatshree. Something must have happened to provoke Suyodhana. He is not the one to act without reason." Vidur said.

Bhishma nodded thoughtfully. "You're right, Vidur. There is more to this. I must hear Suyo's side... this time."

Before they could speak further, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the hallway. A moment later, Suyodhana entered, his head held high.

"You called for me, Pitamah?" Suyodhana asked, his tone respectful but guarded.

Bhishma gestured for him to sit, but Suyo remained standing.

Bhishma asked, "Putra Suyodhana, about yesterday... What happened? Why do you punch Bhima in front of all the Hastinapur?"

Vidur stepped forward, his tone gentle but probing. "Putra, I know you. There must have been a reason, something that drove you to react in such a way. Tell us what happened."

For a moment, Suyodhana's expression remained unreadable. He glanced at Bhishma, then Vidur, then back again, and said quietly. "Why ask me, Pitamah? Ask Yudhishthir. He will tell you everything. He never lies... Right?"

Bhishma sighed deeply, his features softening. He stood in front of Suyodhana. "Putra, I know in the heat of the moment, yesterday, I questioned you. I may have even said things I regret. But now I am asking you - truly asking you - as your Pitamah, as someone who trusts you. I will hear your side, Putra. Tell me what happened."

Suyo hesitated, his thoughts a whirlpool of emotions. He could see sincerity in Bhishma's eyes, a stark contrast to the disappointment he saw yesterday. Finally he spoke.

"Bhima..." Suyodhana paused, his jaw tightening. "He said how can I touch a suta's feet." He looked up at Bhishma and continued, "Pitamah, you know right Radha ma is like a second mother to us 100 brothers. She raised us. And I couldn't just let Bhima insult her..."

The room fell silent. Bhishma and Vidur exchanged glances. Before they could respond, a sharp knock at the door broke the moment.

"Come in," Bhishma called.

A guard stepped in, breathlessly. "Mahamahim Bhishma, Maharaj Pandu has returned!"

Both Bhishma and Vidur's faces lit was with genuine smiles. Bhishma exclaimed. "Pandu has returned?"

"Yes, Mahamahim. He is approaching the palace gates as we speak." The guard confirmed.

"At last." Bhishma murmured, with joy and relief evident in his voice. He turned to Suyodhana, "Putra Suyodhana, we will speak more of this later. For now -"

Suyo interrupted him with a small smile of his own. "I will inform Mata and ensure preparations are made to welcome Chote Pitashree."

Bhishma looked at Suyo with pride in his eyes. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Suyo's shoulder. No words were spoken, but the gesture said everything. Then, with a nod, Bhishma left the chamber, Vidur following close behind.

Vidur was halfway out of the door when Suyo's voice stopped him. "Kakashree."

Vidur turned, his expression curious. "Yes, Putra?"

Suyo hesitated, thoughts swirling in his mind. "Should I tell Kakashree about Bhima's taunts, about how he calls me Duryodhana and a bad omen? Would it seem childish, a petty complaint..."

After a long pause, he shook his head and said quietly. "Nothing, I'll go and inform Mata."

Suyo walked past Vidur, his head held high, but his thoughts weighed heavy.

Vidur watched him go, he studied Suyo for a moment, sensing the turmoil beneath the surface. But he chose to leave the matter for now, and walked toward the palace gates, eager to greet his brother.

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Gandhari stood with a radiant smile as she performed the aarti to welcome her beloved brother-in-law, Pandu, and his wives, Kunti and Madri.

Once the aarti was complete, the first thing Pandu did was to touch the feet of his eldest brother, Dhritharastra and Bhabhi ma Gandhari. Kunti and Madri followed him as well.

The time apart had been long, but Pandu's respect and love for his Jyesth and Bhabhi ma remained as steadfast as ever.

One by one, they meet everyone.

The Pandavas were happy to see their parents return. They missed them so much and their happiness in this moment knew no bounds.

Suyo stood to the side, a smile spreading across his face. This was the first time he was seeing Pandu in person, and Suyo was also happy that Pandu had returned.

The Kauravas are like a mirror of Suyo. They looked at their Jyesth Suyo, and seeing their Jyesth happy, they too were happy.

Then Pandu, Kunti and Madri went to their children - Pandavas.

Arjun was the first one to run to his parents, engulfing them in a tight hug. "Mata, Pitashree! I missed you so much!"

Before anyone could respond, Bhima, rushed forward. With a single hand, he pushed Arjun aside and pulled Kunti and Madri into his embrace, lifting both of them off the ground slightly. "Mata, I've missed you more than my laddoos."

The others couldn't help but laugh.

Arjun grinned mischievously, "More than laddoos, Bhrata Bhima? Really?"

Nakul, with a playful smirk, added, "We know Bhrata Bhima. It's not our mother's you miss, but their food!"

Bhima shot them a mock glare. "Come here, both of you. I'll show you what it means to miss mother's love."

Sahadev, the quiet one, chuckled softly, "And laddoos... Don't forget the laddoos, Bhrata Bhima."

Bhima huffed, rolling his eyes. "You all can tease me, but you know it's true. No one can beat Mata's cooking."

Yudhishthir, always the peacemaker, stepped in with a smile. "We all know, Bhima. You have a big heart - even bigger than your appetite."

Kunti, without a warning, twisted the ears of Arjun and Naku. "You two did not stop teasing your brother over laddoos even all after all these years?"

Arjun winced, rubbing his ear. "Mata! That hurt!"

Nakula laughed, "We were just having some fun, Mata."

While Madri saw Sahadev and Yudhishthir smiling and twisted their ears too. "And what about you too? Both of you joined the teasing as well."

Kunti and Madri released them.

With that, Pandu, Kunti, and Madri shared another warm embrace, feeling the love and joy of their children surround them.

Then they meet Sushala and Kauravas.

The royal family was happy with Pandu's return. However, amidst the joy of reunion, Karna's absence had not gone unnoticed by Pandu.

Turning to Bhishma, Pandu asked, "Tatshree, where is he? Everyone is here except..."

Bhishma and everyone present immediately understood who Pandu was referring to. However, the Pandavas and Kauravas were confused, unsure of who Pandu was asking about.

Bhishma shook his head as if to say, Karna is not here, and then addressed everyone. "Let us all go inside."

As they turned, a voice called out from behind, "Mahamahim Bhishma."

It was Adhirath, arriving with Radha.

After hearing what happened from Suyodhana, Bhishma, while waiting for Pandu, had instructed Adhirath to bring Radha.

When Pandu saw them, his face lit up. Turning to Kunti and Madri, he said, "Come with me," and walked toward Adhirath and Radha.

Pandu bowed to touch their feet, but to his surprise, Radha took a step back, Bhima's harsh words from the previous day flooding her mind.

Pandu, confused asked her, "Radha Jiji, after all these years, I come to seek your blessings. Please do not deny me this honor."

Radha, her voice trembling, shook her head. "Maharaj Pandu, you must not... It is not appropriate for you to touch a suta's feet."

Her words silenced everyone. The joyful atmosphere was suddenly heavy with tension.

Pandu's brow furrowed. His voice grew firm, but still gentle, "Jiji, do not insult the bond we shared. A brother's respect does not change with caste."

Without waiting for her reply, Pandu bent and touched both Radha's and Adhirath's feet. Madri and Kunti followed, bowing with the same reverence.

The Pandavas stared in stunned silence, their wide eyes darting between their father and Radha.

Bhima's face twisted with disbelief, Arjun's jaw dropped, Nakul's lips parted slightly in surprise, Sahadev looked confused, and Yudhishthir's brow creased as he struggled to understand the scene.

The Kauravas, meanwhile, were equally silent, except for Suyodhana. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Looking at Bhima, Suyo said mockingly, "What happened, Bhima? Your father just touched a suta's feet. Did he forget who he is? Or perhaps respect is earned by deeds and not stolen by words."

The taunt cut deep. Bhima's face flushed with anger, his fists clenching tightly. His chest rose and fell as he fought to control his temper.

"Duryodhana! Enough!" Bhima's voice boomed as he took a step towards Suyodhana, his hand raised, ready to strike Suyo.

But Yudhishthir intervened, holding Bhima's hand firmly. "Bhima, stop! This is neither the time nor the place for such behavior. Control yourself!"

Suyodhana chuckled, a low, mocking sound that only served to ignite Bhima's anger further, he asked, feigning innocence. "Why so angry, Bhima? Are you upset? But... Didn't I just repeat your own words from yesterday? Perhaps you should learn to think before speaking next time."

Bhima's anger only grew, but Yudhishthir's grip held him back. Arjun stepped closer to his brother, offering silent support, while Nakul and Sahadev watched warily.

The Kauravas, on the other hand, stood behind Suyodhana, their expressions a mix of pride and defiance. Finally, their Jyesth broke his silence.

Only Bhishma saw their exchange and also heard Bhima calling Suyodhana as Duryodhana. He stepped in before the situation could escalate further. His voice authoritative and stern. "Enough, both of you! What is the meaning of this?"

The Kauravas and Pandavas immediately turned toward Bhishma, but neither Bhima nor Suyodhana spoke, though their anger was clear in their tense postures.

Their silence only deepened Bhishma's frown. "This is not how princes of Hastinapur should behave. Resolve your differences, but not like this!"

The others, oblivious to the underlying cause of the tension, exchanged concerned glances. Dhritharastra, Gandhari and Vidur's brow furrowed in worry, while Kunti glanced uneasily at her sons. Madri, too, seemed unsure of what had transpired.

PANDU, who had been watching the exchange with growing concern, now stepped forward. "What is going on?Why are you behaving like enemies instead of brothers?" A shadow of disappointment passed over his face as he looked between the two groups.

But the younger generation - the Pandavas, Kauravas, and Yuyutsu - understood all too well. The words and actions over the years had created rifts that could not be easily mended.

As the royals moved inside, Bhima's fists remained clenched, while Suyodhana walked away with his head held high, his smirk unbroken.

The divide between them was no longer a small crack. It was a deep chasm - one that had been growing for years, and now seemed almost impossible to bridge.

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Later at night, inside Gandhari's chamber...

Kunti, Madri and Gandhari sat together talking, when Kunti said to Gandhari, "Jiji... I have to say something about Karna... I mean, Aditya..."

Gandhari was silent but gestured for Kunti to continue.

Kunti's voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for taking care of him... for loving him like your son... I cannot express how much I owe you -"

Gandhari raised her hand, signaling Kunti to stop.

She firmly said, "Kunti, Karna is 'my son.' I am his mother in every sense. You may have given birt -"

At that moment, Kunti touched Gandhari's feet and continued, "Jiji, I... You are his mother... Not me. I don't want to claim my right as his mother... I just..."

Gandhari pulled Kunti to her feet.

Kunti held Gandhari's hands tightly and continued, "Jiji, Tatshree... he said that... If you did not accept Karna, he would have lived a life full of difficulties... I just want to thank you... Thank you for accepting him and giving him the love of a mother. Because of you, he lives as a prince, as the Yuvraj... All the love he has... I... Thank you... for everything..."

Gandhari's blindfold was already soaked with tears. She embraced Kunti. They held each other, two mothers bound by love for the same son.

Madri, who had been silently sitting beside them, quietly wiped away her own tears. Her heart ached for both women.

Gandhari, her voice trembling, whispered, "Kunti... I... I cannot live without Karna. I can never tell him... about you... I... I can never share the truth with him... I am his mother... Suryadev's boon to me has made me his mother in every sense... I... He is... my son."

Kunti's eyes filled with tears, her heart heavy with unsaid words as she held Gandhari's hands gently. "Jiji... I have already decided... I will be his Choti Ma... Not his mother... until he finds the truth himself... if he ever finds the truth... Only you are his mother..."

In that moment, the two women, each with their own love and sacrifice, found solace in their shared bond. The tears they shed spoke of a love beyond words, a love that transcended birth and blood - a love that would forever remain between them, for Karna.

Madri placed her hands on Gandhari's and Kunti's shoulders, offering silent support and trying to lift the mood she spoke, "Jiji, you know... Karna is truly blessed. You both, Radha Jiji, and of course, me... With all the love he's getting from so many women, he might get spoiled with all the pampering!"

The mood lightened just a little as Gandhari and Kunti shared a brief smile. Madri's simple words brought a fleeting moment of peace to the two grieving mothers.

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To be continued...

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