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LOCATION - ANDHAKA VAN - VRITRASURA'S PALACE

The echo of footsteps resonated through the dim corridors of Vritrasura's palace. Dritarda led the way, his tall figure casting long shadows on the stone walls. Behind him, Jarasandha and Kamsa followed, their whispered conversation tinged with unease.

Kamsa glanced at Jarasandha, his voice low but urgent. "Why do you think Vritrasura summoned us so suddenly? Do you know anything?"

Jarasandha kept his expression neutral, though his voice betrayed a hint of tension. "Vritrasura does not waste time on trivial matters... Whatever it is, it must be important."

Dritarda, listening to their conversation let out a chuckle. Without turning, he said, "You mortals worry too much. If Vritrasura summoned you, there must be a reason." His voice grew sinister as he added, "Jarasandha... you, of all people, should know better that Vritrasura does not act without reason."

Jarasandha nodded slightly, but Dritarda's next words froze him mid-step.

Slowing his pace, Dritarda said, his words as sharp as a blade. "Maybe... he wants to test your loyalties."

Jarasandha's face unreadable, but Inwardly, his heart raced. "Does Vritrasura know? No... Impossible... I've been careful." He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to keep his breathing steady. "I cannot falter now. If I do, he'll see right through me."

Noticing Jarasandha's silence, Kamsa frowned. "What's wrong?"

Jarasandha shook his head quickly and stammered. "No... nothing." Quickly masking his unease, he added. "Let us not assume anything until we hear what he has to say."

Still unconvinced and oblivious to the storm raging within Jarasandha, Kamsa turned to Dritarda, his tone almost defensive. "A test of loyalty? Why would he doubt us? We've been nothing but loyal to him."

Dritarda stopped walking and finally turned to face them, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Have you, though? Vritrasura sees far more than you mortals realize. If he's testing you, it's because he already knows the answers..." His gaze locked on Jarasandha, and he added pointedly. "And if there's one thing Vritrasura despises, it's betrayal disguised as loyalty."

The words struck Jarasandha like a blow. Though his face betrayed nothing, his mind raced. "What if... Vritrasura has discovered my earlier intentions to hide the Suryaputra's Identity? He couldn't possibly know. If he did, I wouldn't be standing here. But why else would Dritarda look at me that way?"

The air grew heavier as they approached the massive doors to Vritrasura's chamber. The weight of unspoken truths pressed harder with each step as they entered the presence of the one who held their fates in his grasp.

Inside, Vritrasura stood at the far end of the chamber, his towering presence radiating authority. Beside him stood Saanvi, her calm presence is a stark contrast to his overwhelming aura.

Without turning, Vritrasura's deep voice echoed through the chamber, its authority undeniable. "You have come. Good."

Kamsa hesitated but eventually was the first to speak. "Why did you call us? Is there something you -"

Vritrasura raised a single finger, silencing him mid-sentence. His piercing gaze met Kamsa's as he turned. "Patience, Kamsa."

Turning to Saanvi, Vritrasura's voice softened, a rare smile on his lips. "Saanvi... do you want to go to Hastinapur... with me?"

Saanvi's eyes widened in surprise. "Me? Why?"

His smile widened as he stepped closer to her. "Your sister will be there. Do you not wish to see her?"

Saanvi's breath hitched, her voice barely audible. "You know I do."

Vritrasura smirked. "Then it's decided. We are going to Hastinapur."

Jarasandha's eyes widened at the mention of Hastinapur, he remembered Karna's warning. "If I ever see you again, Jarasandha, that will be the last day for you..."

Vritrasura turned to Kamsa, his expression unreadable. "Do you want to come with us?"

Kamsa hesitated, glancing at Jarasandha. He thought. "I can't face Krishna. But if I refuse outright... it's risky... what will Vritrasura think?" Masking his fear of Krishna with an air of overconfidence, he said. "I've heard Krishna will be there. I have no interest in seeing him."

Vritrasura's gaze pierced through Kamsa's facade. "I know, Kamsa. You fear him. Your bravado doesn't fool me... but I'll allow it." His smirk deepened as he asked simply, "Just answer my question. Do you want to come or not?"

Kamsa lowered his eyes. "I... don't want to go."

Vritrasura nodded, as though expecting the response. "Very well."

Taking Saanvi's hand, Vritrasura began walking toward the chamber doors but stopped abruptly. Turning slightly, he said, "Jarasandha... Let's go."

Jarasandha froze. He did not want to go to Hastinapur. He looked at Kamsa, thinking he should also do the same.

Gathering his courage, Jarasandha stammered, "Vritrasura... I also don't want to -"

Vritrasura stopped but didn't turn, his back still to Jarasandha. His voice was dangerously calm with an edge that sent chills down Jarasandha's spine. "I don't recall asking if you wanted to come."

Jarasandha's throat went dry as he stammered again. "What I meant is... Hastinapur already knows I'm your ally... I was not invited... So... I cannot come with yo-"

Vritrasura's low laugh cut him off. "Invited?" He finally turned to Jarasandha, his eyes glinting with amusement, and asked with a smirk. "Do you think they invited me?"

Jarasandha's palms grew clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He remained silent, unable to find an answer.

"Let's go!" Vritrasura commanded, his voice left no room for argument.

Jarasandha flinched, his heart pounding as though it might burst from his chest. He lowered his gaze and forced himself to take a step forward. The voice in his mind mocking him. "He knows... He's leading you to your end, and you're walking willingly." Yet, he silently followed Vritrasura, his fear overpowering his reluctance.

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LOCATION - HASTINAPUR

The sun rose brightly over the grand city of Hastinapur, marking the beginning of the two-week celebrations. Today was a special day - it was the day of Kala Pradarshan, where the Kuru Rajkumars would showcase their skills, and it was also the shared birthday of Suyodhana and Bhima.

The palace was bustling with activity, with servants hurrying to complete their tasks.

In the grand hall, Pandu and Dhritharastra stood side by side, talking to the Kings before the Kala Pradarshan began. The two brothers complemented each other perfectly. They laughed and spoke as they greeted each guest, their bond evident. While Dhritharastra maintained his composed dignity as the king, Pandu added a personal touch, ensuring every guest felt honored.

Meanwhile, Vidur was busy overseeing the final preparations, coordinating the palace staff. Every detail, no matter how small, passed through his sharp eyes as he ensured everything was perfect.

Sushala and her friends - Subhadra, Ananya, and Vanya - were together getting ready as they debated over their attires for the day, each trying to outdo the other in selecting the perfect outfit. Laughter and teasing filled the air as they shared excitement for the day, their voices occasionally interrupted by giggles.

The royal ladies, including Gandhari, Kunti, and Madri were in the palace kitchen, together supervising the preparations for the day's events.

While all this was happening in the heart of the palace, something entirely different was unfolding in another part of the palace...

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The royal garden of Hastinapur was meant to be a place of peace and beauty, but today, it was complete chaos. The Pandavas and Kauravas were in a heated argument, their voices loud enough to echo across the palace walls.

The cause of their dispute? A wooden ball, lying innocently on the ground between them.

Bhima and Suyodhana stood face-to-face, their noses almost touching, glaring at each other like rival armies on the battlefield. Arjun and Nakul flanked Bhima, while Sushasana, Vikarna and a few other Kauravas, were flanking Suyo.

Yuyutsu and Sahadev, trying (and failing) to keep the peace.

Amid the chaos, Yudhishthir stood off to the side, visibly exhausted by endless attempts to stop them. He looked every bit the eldest sibling burdened with responsibility, muttering to himself, "Why did I have to be born first?"

It was at this moment, Bhishma happened to be passing by. The loud commotion reached his ears, and he quickly hurried over to the scene with curiosity.

By the time Bhishma arrived, the quarrel reached its peak. His commanding voice silenced everyone instantly. "What is going on here?"

The bickering stopped, but only briefly. The wodden ball, the cause of all the fuss, rolled a few inches across the ground, breaking the tension.

Bhishma looked at them folding his arms. "Well? who will explain this nonsense?"

The Pandavas and Kauravas looked at each other, then at Bhishma. They all started speaking at once blaming each other.

"He started it!"

"No, he started it!"

"Enough!" Bhishma raised his hand, silencing them. He turned to the most reliable source of truth in the group: Yudhishthir.

"Yudhishthir," Bhishma said, fixing his sharp gaze on the eldest Pandava, "Tell me everything. What happened here?"

Yudhishthir, usually calm and composed, sighed, clearly wishing he could be anywhere else. He asked hesitantly, "Pitamah... do I really have to repeat everything they said?"

"Yes" Bhishma replied, his tone brooking no argument.

The eldest Pandava, before speaking, took a deep breath and looked at the ball that was the source of the commotion, then looked back at Bhishma. With great reluctance, he began recounting what happened, starting from the very beginning.

"It started when Bhima... kicked the ball toward Sushasana, who was busy practicing with his sword. Looking at Sushasana, Bhima said..." Yudhishthir paused, clearly uncomfortable, but Bhishma's expectant gaze left him no choice. "He said... 'Look, I found your brain, Sushasana. It was lying around here, looking as useless as always.'"

The Pandavas stifled laughter, while Bhima smirked proudly at his comment. The Kauravas, however, were less amused.

"Sushasana was about to retort, but Suyodhana stopped him, stepping protectively before his brother. He picked up the ball and said..." Yudhishthir paused, imitating Suyodhana's commanding tone. "...'Useless? At least my brother has a brain, Bhima. You, on the other hand, only have a mouth that is always full of nonsense.'"

As Yudhisthir finished, it was Kauravas turn to laugh, while Sushasana smirked proudly, seeing his eldest brother finally talking back to Bhima.

Bhima's smirk faltered.

Bhishma sighed. "What happened next?"

"And then Bhima said..." Yudhishthir hesitated again, looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else than recount his brother's next words. "...'It's better to have a big mouth than to have no courage at all, Duryodhana. At least I don't hide behind my brothers.'"

At the mention of "Duryodhana" Bhishma's expression changed. He corrected. "Suyodhana..."

Yudhishthir nodded, then continued reluctantly, "Sushasana snapped at Bhima, 'Hide? Says the one who spends more time eating than thinking before speaking.'"

"Bhima shot back, 'Think? I don't need to think. I could crush you with one hand!'"

"Vikarna joined in. 'Crush what, Bhima? The ground beneath your feet? The way you stomp around, I swear every time you take a step I can feel the ground shaking!'"

"Then Nakul said... um, 'That's better than tripping over your own feet during sword practice, Vikarna!'"

Yudhishthir stopped, clearly hoping to end the story there, but Bhishma motioned for him to continue.

Yudhishthir was about to continue but Vikarna interrupted, glaring at Nakul. "At least I practice with a sword, Nakul. You probably spend more time in front of a mirror fixing your hair."

Nakula shot back. "I practice. I just... do it... while looking fabulous."

Vikarna groaned and asked Sahadev. "How do you even live with him?"

Sahadev, who had been trying to stay out of the argument, finally spoke up. "It's not that hard, actually. You just nod and agree whenever he talks about himself."

The Pandavas and Kauravas chuckled.

Bhishma sighed heavily, muttering under his breath. "I should have stayed in my chambers today."

Yudhisthir continued, "It went like that for a while with everyone joining in -"

Bhima Interrupted, "Jyesth! You forgot to tell what I said next."

Yudhishthir closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Please, Bhima..." he begged, clearly wishing his brother would let it go. He thought, "I intentionally left that part out... What does Bhima expect? That I mimic what he did?"

Bhima was having none of it. He just continued. "Then I said to Sushasana, 'At least I don't sound like a donkey braying whenever I laugh?"

The Pandavas burst into laughter, while the Kauravas were glaring at Bhima.

Then, as if to prove his point, Bhima leaned forward and let out an exaggerated sound. "EEEEE-AAAAW," flailing his arms like a deranged donkey.

The sound was so loud and absurd that it startled the palace guards, who came rushing to the scene, only to find Bhima in full comedic mode.

Seeing the guards, Suyo laughed loudly. "Maybe the guards should arrest you for disturbing the peace!"

"Quiet!" Bhishma said firmly. After sending the guards away, he added. "Yudhishthir, continue."

Yudhishthir continued, clearly embarrassed. "After that... Arjun said" He hesitated, looking at Arjun.

"Sushasana should take lessons from Nakul and might finally learn how to fight properly instead of swinging his sword like he's chopping firewood.'"

Sushasana scowled. "I wasn't chopping firewood!"

Bhima, never one to hold back. "You were swinging like this..." He again started mimicking, swinging his arms wildly in the air, causing the Pandavas to burst out laughing.

"That wasn't funny," Sushasana muttered, glaring at Bhima.

"Oh, it was hilarious," Bhima shot back, laughing heartily.

"Enough!" Bhishma exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, already regretting asking for an explanation. He looked back at Yudhishthir, who now seemed even more miserable. "Is this all? Are we finished with this nonsense?"

"No, Pitamah..." The eldest Pandava had yet to finish his tale.

"After that, they said that we Pandavas only win because of Arjun's skill and the rest of us are, um, extra baggage...."

"Pitamah... can I skip this part?" Yudhishthir asked.

"No. Continue, Yudhishthir. You haven't finished explaining." Bhishma said.

Yudhishthir hesitated. "They called me 'the burden of dharma - all rules and no action,' Bhima 'the glutton with no brain,' Nakul 'the pretty boy who does nothing,' and Sahadev..." Yudhishthira glanced at his youngest brother, who now looked downright offended. "They called Sahadev 'the quiet shadow.'"

"Then, Bhima claimed he could crush rocks with his hands, Suyodhana argued he could bend metal with his... Arjun and Vikarna debated who was better at weapons... Nakul and Sushasana were arguing about who could run faster... And Yuyutsu..."

Yudhishthir glanced at the peacekeeper. "Yuyutsu tried to stop them... 'Stop! Look at you all. If Pitamah comes here, we all will be scrubbing the palace floors for a month.'"

The eldest Pandava looked as though he might faint with relief as he finished his recounting, "And that's when you came Pitamah..."

Bhishma closed his eyes, massaging his temples, clearly overwhelmed by the chaos he had just heard.

Taking a deep breath, Bhishma opened his eyes again, with a stern look, he added, "You are Kuru Rajkumars, the pride of Hastinapur. Yet, you act like this? This childishness. The Kuruvansh is known across the lands for its valor and grace, and I would expect nothing less from all of you. Remember, unity among brothers is the strength of a family. Divided, you all fall. Do not let this nonsense happen again."

He paused for moment, "Yuyutsu... your prediction has come true. Once the Kala Pradarshan is over, you will all scrub the palace floors for a month. No exceptions."

The Pandavas and Kauravas groaned loudly, glaring at Yuyutsu for suggesting such a punishment.

Yuyutsu immediately raised his hands defensively. "I was only trying to help!!"

Nakul turned to Sahadev and asked, "Dev, you're supposed to predict these things, aren't you? Why didn't you warn us?"

Sahadev sighed, looking utterly done with life, particularly with his twin brother's antics.

Bhishma turned to Yudhishthir, and said. "Putra Yudhishthir... next time, spare me the word-for-word reenactment."

Yudhishthir nodded resignedly, he was so done being the eldest and was seriously considering submitting his resignation... He silently wondered, "If only there was a way to resign as the eldest..."

And so, the quarrel over the wooden ball ended with brooms, and a month of scrubbing palace floors.

But wait... it's not over yet.

Vidur arrived at the scene.

"What happened here?" He asked, his gaze moved over the children, resting finally on Yudhishthir.

"Putra Yudhishthir, you tell me what happ-"

Bhishma immediately placed a hand on Vidur's shoulder, stopping him mid-sentence.

Vidur frowned, looking at Bhishma. "Tatshree?"

Bhishma sighed, shaking his head slightly. "I have just endured the most detailed, exasperating recounting of what happened here... I do not have the patience for another word-for-word retelling..."

Their conversation was interrupted as a palace guard approached and bowed deeply. "Mahamahim Bhishma, Gandhar Raj Shakuni has arrived."

Bhishma nodded, and he turned toward the Kauravas and Pandavas. "Go and welcome Gandhar Raj."

The Kauravas immediately perked up at the news, excitement lighting up their faces. "Mamashree is here!" one of them exclaimed, and without a word, they ran from there eager to greet their Mamashree.

The Pandavas followed at a much slower pace.

Vidur turned to leave as well, but Bhishma called out to him. "Vidur, wait."

Vidur stopped in his tracks and turned back. "Ji, Tatshree?"

Bhishma's gaze was steady. "Tell Pandu Putra - the five of them - to stop calling Suyodhana by the name 'Duryodhana.' Make them understand this. Especially Bhima."

Vidur's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Tatshree... do Bhima and the others call Putra Suyodhana as...?"

Bhishma sighed. "It seems so. The day Pandu returned, I overheard Bhima using that name... and today as well..."

Vidur frowned, recalling an incident from the previous day when Suyodhana had hesitated to say something but then brushed it off with, "It's nothing." Now, the pieces began to fall into place, and Vidur realized that this might have been the matter troubling Suyodhana.

Bhishma, noticing Vidur deep in thought, asked, "What are you thinking, Putra?"

Vidur looked up. "Tatshree, based on what has happened so far... I feel there is tension between the Kauravas and the Pandavas. I believe something has happened between them that we don't yet know about."

Bhishma nodded, placing a hand on Vidur's shoulder. "WHATEVER IT IS, WE WILL TRY TO FIND OUT AFTER KALA PRADARSHAN. But for now, Putra, ensure that Pandu's sons understand. They must never call Suyodhana as Duryodhana..."

Bhishma continued, "HE is returning soon and you know better than anyone how protective he is..."

Vidur nodded. "I know, Tatshree. I will speak with Pandavas and make them understand, especially Bhima..."

Bhishma could have directly told the Pandavas himself, but his decision to speak through Vidur was because he believed that Vidur's calm demeanor and wisdom would ensure that the message was conveyed without stirring up emotions in the moment. And also by entrusting Vidur with the task, Bhishma hoped to avoid making it seem like an order and ensure it was understood as well-meant advice.

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"I'M BACK!!! DID YOU MISS ME!!"

Shakuni announced with a wide grin as he stepped down from his chariot.

The Kauravas led by Suyo, rushed to him. "Mamashree!!"

Shakuni embraced them, patting Suyo's shoulder affectionately. "Mere bache!! You have all grown up so much!"

After meeting the Kauravas, Shakuni's gaze shifted to someone else. The smile on his face faltered for a brief moment as he saw Pandu coming with Dhritharastra, and the Pandavas.

"Maharaj Pandu! What a... pleasant surprise. I didn't think I'd see you so soon..."

Dhritharastra frowned, repeating the odd choice of words. "So soon?"

Shakuni quickly covered his slip with a laugh. "Jijashree... I only meant that I expected Maharaj Pandu to still be busy with his penance..."

Dhritharastra nodded faintly. "Pandu successfully completed his penance, and the curse is removed."

Inwardly, Shakuni thought. "Curse or no curse, what difference does it make? Whether Pandu roams the forests or returns to the palace, it doesn't matter... Soon Aditya will return... his Yuvraj Abhishek will be done... and he will ascend to the throne of Hastinapur..."

Outwardly, Shakuni's face lit up with feigned happiness. "How wonderful! It's good to see you both brothers together again!"

Pandu greeted Shakuni with a smile. "Gandhar raj, it is good to see you after so long."

Before the conversation could continue, the servants began unloading the carts that had accompanied Shakuni's chariot. The crates were filled with gold and other treasures.

Suyo's eyes widened as he looked at the crates. "Mamashree, did you bring the entire treasury of Gandhar?"

Shakuni laughed heartily.

Pandu gestured to the crates. "Gandhar Raj, there was no need for all this."

Shakuni waved a hand dismissively. "When I heard about THE YUVRAJ ABHISHEK OF MY NEPHEW. I couldn't contain my joy. These are but a small token of my happiness. And, every year, gold is distributed during this time among the people of Hastinapur. This year, add this to that gold as well."

Dhritharastra and Pandu nodded with a smile.

Sushasana exchanged looks with his brothers and smirked at the Pandavas, whispering. "See? Even Mamashree acknowledges that our Jyesth Suyodhana is the Yuvraj!"

The Pandavas, on the other hand, were surprised by Shakuni's words. To them, Yudhishthir, as the eldest, was the rightful heir. They exchanged uneasy glances, hurt that neither Dhritharastra nor their father Pandu, had corrected or refused Shakuni's claim.

Arjun whispered back to the Kauravas. "It's not about what your Mamashree says, it's about what's right."

Bhima nodded, glaring at Suyodhana. "Our brother is the eldest by birth, and that fact won't change, Duryodhana."

Suyodhana clenched his fists but said nothing.

Yudhishthir placed a firm hand on Bhima's shoulder. "Enough, Bhima. If there is any misunderstanding, time will reveal the truth. Let us not tarnish our bond more..."

Yudhishthir's words momentarily diffused the situation.

But Pandu, though he did not hear anything, but noticed the tension between the two groups and addressed his brother. "Jyesth, let the children distribute the gold. It will teach them generosity and give them an opportunity to work together."

But Dhritharastra shook his head. "No. Anuj. That is not how it is done. The gold will be placed openly for the people, and they take only what they need. There is no need for anyone to distribute it."

The Pandavas and Kauravas exchanged surprised glances. While they were aware of the annual gold distribution, they had never known it to be done in such a unique way.

Pandu smiled knowingly. "Jyesth, this was 'HIS' idea, right?"

Dhritarashtra smiled, pride evident in his tone. "You are correct, Anuj. Who else could it be but 'HIM'?"

Shakuni chuckled knowingly. "Of course, 'HE' is truly remarkable. A son anyone would be proud of."

The Pandavas and Kauravas again looked at each other confused. Who were they talking about?

Before they could ask, Bhishma and Vidur arrived with Dronacharya and Ashwa.

Bhishma gestured toward Dronacharya. "Pandu, this is Dronachraya, the teacher of Kuru Rajkumars."

Pandu joined his hands respectfully. "Pranipat, Acharya. I have heard much about you. It is an honor to finally meet you."

Dronacharya returned the greeting with equal respect. "Pranipat, Maharaj Pandu. It is an honor to meet you as well."

Dronacharya was about to introduce Ashwatthama. "This is my son -"

But before he could finish, Pandu's face lit up as he opened his arms wide. "Putra Ashwatthama!"

To everyone's surprise, Ashwa rushed forward and embraced Pandu tightly.

Dronachraya, along with the Pandavas and Kauravas, watched in stunned silence. None of them had known that Ashwa shared such a close bond with Pandu.

As Pandu held Ashwa, he sensed something was wrong. He broke the hug to look at Ashwa and noticed tears in Ashwa's eyes.

Pandu took Ashwa's hand and guided him away from the group. "Let's walk, Putra."

Once they were far enough to not be heard, Pandu asked, his voice filled with concern. "What happened, Putra? Why do I see tears in your eyes?"

Ashwa hugged him again and, in a choked voice, said, "Mitra Karna will be so happy when he knows you came back... " He paused, thinking but not voicing the last word... "alive"

Pandu's expression softened, a smile forming on his lips, "How was he after he found out I left without meeting him?"

Ashwa wiped his tears and spoke. "When Mitra Karna found out about your curse and that you had left to the forest, he was heartbroken. He wanted so badly to show you what he learned from the Sapta Rishi's. And again, when we returned and Mahamahim Bhishma told him that you don't want to meet him, he was devastated. But the promise you made... to return... was his only hope. He never doubted you, Maharaj. Not for a second. He knew you would not break your promise to him."

Pandu blinked back tears as he listened. "I miss that brat so much. My partner in mischief. It seems I have made him sad all these years by not letting him meet me. Still.. his letter... he reminded me of my promise. I hope he hasn't changed and is still the same mischievous bundle of joy he used to be."

Ashwa's thoughts drifted back to the last time he saw Karna. "He's the same," he said, recalling the memory when Karna came to take Ekalavya. "Even if it was just for a short time, I could tell everything about my best friend with just one glance."

Pandu curiously asked. "You met him? When? Where is he now? Who is he training under?"

Ashwa smiled. "My lips are sealed. I cannot answer your questions. But rest assured, he is learning under the best Guru..."

Pandu shook his head knowingly. "You won't tell me anything, will you?"

Ashwa grinned, saying nothing.

Meanwhile, back with the group, the Pandavas, Kauravas, and Shakuni were observing the pair closely.

The Pandavas, still grappling with yesterday's event of Pandu taking blessings from a Suta like Radha, were now shocked to see how closely their father interacted with Ashwa. It was clear that the two had known each other.

The Kauravas, too, were surprised. Suyo, silently questioning to himself how Ashwa, knew his Chote Pitashree Pandu so well.

Shakuni, however, watched with narrowed eyes. He couldn't help but wonder, What are they talking about?

Pandu, looking at the Pandavas and Kauravas. "Putra Ashwatthama, tell me about the children. How are their days in Gurukul?"

Ashwa's smile faded at the question.

He looked at Pandu and, after thinking for some time, he spoke. "Maharaj Pandu... There is something I must tell you."

Pandu nodded, urging him to continue.

Ashwa recounted the events that had unfolded after the Pandavas return to Hastinapur till now. He explained how neither the Pandavas nor the Kauravas knew of Karna's existence or that Karna was the Yuvraj and the eldest among them. The rivalry between the brothers had started with small incidents, like insulting Shon, Bhima's fights with Suyodhana, and Suyodhana refusing to see Yudhishthir as his elder brother. Over the years, the Pandavas believed Yudhishthir had the rightful claim to the throne as the eldest, while the Kauravas believed their Jyesth Suyo was the Yuvraj. The rivalry only divided them further when Bhima started calling Suyodhana as Duryodhana and a bad omen.

Ashwa also told the incident of Bhima's words to Suyo in front of Radha: "Touching a suta's feet? Have you forgotten who you are?" And how, in anger, Suyo punched Bhima.

Pandu listened intently, his face a mixture of shock, surprise, and sadness. "So much has happened, and no one thought to tell the truth about Aditya?"

Ashwa sighed. "Actually... no one knows about the rivalry or the extent of the fights between them, the elders never mentioned Karna to the Kauravas or Pandavas either. And... Mamashree Kripa strictly told me not to speak of Karna to anyone who don't know about him... I don't know why Mitra Karna's identity is hidden. So..." Ashwa trailed off, and Pandu understood why even Ashwa did not mention anything about Karna to the Kauravas or Pandavas.

Pandu asked, "So, the fights and rivalry over Yuvraj position... did you tell Tatshree, Jyesth or Vidur? Do they know?"

Ashwa shook his head silently, "They know that the Pandavas and Kauravas have differences but do not know anything that happened between them..."

"You only told me?" Pandu pressed.

Ashwa nodded.

Pandu looked at him and asked, "Why only me?"

Ashwa didn't answer aloud but thought to himself,

"Because I have seen what they did before Kala Chakra turned and the destruction it led to. And now, I can see them repeating those mistakes to some extent. But you are the only one who was not present in both situations with the Pandavas and Kauravas. I don't know if I am right... but I believe you being alive and your presence here can bring the change we need."

Pandu, sensing Ashwa's inner turmoil, did not press further but placed a reassuring hand on Ashwa's shoulder. "Thank you for trusting me, Putra. Tatshree said Aditya will be returning soon... If Aditya is here, he would have done something to bring his brothers together... Till then, I will see what I can do to bridge the gap between them."

As they walked back to the group, both lost in their own thoughts.

Ashwa was shocked with this new information about Karna returning. He thought, "How dare you, Mitra Karna!!! You did not tell me... your best friend... that you were coming back!!"

The weight of years spent away from his family now bore down on Pandu's heart, as he thought. "How could I repair the bonds frayed by misunderstandings I wasn't there to prevent?"

Pandu came out of his thoughts when he heard Dronacharya prasing Arjun.

"Arjun... make me proud in the Kala Pradarshan! Many kings will be watching, show them and the Aryavart that you are the best archer the world has ever seen!"

Hearing this, the Kauravas rolled their eyes. Dronacharya's favoritism was no secret to them, and the incessant praise for Arjuna was hardly a new sight. They muttered among themselves.

"As expected..."

"More praise for Arjun, it's as if no one else matters..."

Pandu also overheard the Kauravas, he placed a hand gently on Suyodhana's shoulder.

Suyo looked at Pandu, who just gave a reassuring smile. "Acharya Drona, I am sure every Kuru prince will make you proud in the Kala Pradarshan and they are great in their skills - not just Arjun. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"

Dronacharya looked slightly taken aback, but he quickly masked it with a polite smile. "Of course, Maharaj Pandu, every prince here is skilled in their own field. Arjun, however, is..."

Pandu showed his hand ✋ stopping Dronacharya mid-sentence. "Acharya... I understand your pride in Arjun's skills, but let us not forget that we have 106 prince standing here. Whether it be Suyodhana, Yuyutsu, or Arjun, each one of them has their own unique strengths. The Kuru princes, whether by birth or by merit, have the potential to be great. It is not just Arjun who can make us proud, but all of them."

Dronacharya's smile faltered, a bit stunned by Pandu's words, and just nodded.

Shakuni excused himself to go and meet Gandhari.

As Shakuni left, Ashwa whispered something to Suyodhana, who nodded. Then Suyodhana whispered something to Sushasana and quickly went outside the palace with Ashwa.

Bhima noticed the exchange, narrowing his eyes. He muttered to Arjun. "Did you see that?"

Arjun asked absentmindedly, "What is it, Bhrata?"

Without a word, Bhima just grabbed Arjun's arm and dragged him outside. Together, they both followed Suyodhana and Ashwa.

Everyone else left except Vidur. He approached the Kauravas and Pandavas.

He wanted to speak with all the Pandavas together but noticed that Bhima and Arjun were not present. He turned to Yudhishthir and asked, "Putra Yudhishthir, where are your brothers Bhima and Arjun?"

Yudhishthir looked around, his brow furrowing. "Kakashree, they were here just a moment ago..."

Sahadev, who had been quietly observing, added, "Jyesth, Kakashree, I saw Bhrata Bhima dragging Bhrata Arjun outside. They went somewhere together."

Vidur nodded, then looking at Yudhisthir and the twins, he asked. "Did Bhima call Suyodhana as 'Duryodhana' again?

Yudhishthir and the twins exchanged glances, a brief, silent understanding passing between them.

The tension in the air was palpable.

But before they could speak, Sushasana, his voice sharp and bitter, spoke up. "Kakashree, not just once or twice, but everytime. Bhima even calls Jyesth as... a bad omen..."

Yuyutsu, standing with the Kauravas, spoke up next, "Pitashree, Bhrata Suyodhana... he just accepted it. He never retailiated, even when Bhrata Bhima mocked him... But the day we returned, Bhrata Bhima... he..." He trailed off, but the anger in his eyes was clear.

Nakul always the one to support or defend his Bhrata Bhima, immediately stepped in. "Bhrata Bhima only did that because Bhrata Duryodhana challenged our Jyes -"

Yudhishthir stopped Nakul with a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder, a silent plea in his eyes for Nakul to listen. Nakul reluctantly fell silent, looking down.

But Yuyutsu undeterred, countered, his words cut through the tense silence. "Nakul... I know everything that happened. But tell me... when the five of you came to Hastinapur, it was Bhrata Suyodhana... who showed kindness to all of you. The whole kingdom celebrates only 'Bhrata Suyodhana's birthday' but he even said Bhrata Bhima could share in the celebrations since they share the same birthday... And what did Bhrata Suyo get in return? Insults. And the name Duryodhana."

Vidur placed a hand on Yuyutsu's shoulder to calm him down. The Pandavas stood silently, the weight of the words settling over them.

Vidur now understood everything. He was feeling guilty because of his actions - the name Duryodhana he had given because of circumstances, was like a wound to Suyodhana that never healed. His eyes closed briefly as he reflected in his own actions.

Vidur still didn't know the fight for Yuvraj position, but at least now he understood the extent of the bitterness between these brothers.

Turning to Yudhisthir, Nakul and Sahadev, Vidur said. "Putra Yudhishthir, Nakul, Sahadev, understand this clearly, never again call Suyodhana as Duryodhana or a bad omen. Not now. Not ever. No matter the circumstances."

The Kauravas and Yuyutsu stood in silence, but there was a flicker of something on their faces. It was difficult to understand at first, but soon there was a small but genuine smile on their faces. A sense of satisfaction in their eyes.

Vidur continued, this time placing a hand on Yudhishthir's shoulder, his disappointment clear in his tone. "Putra Yudhishthir, I never expected this from you. The rivalry, the hate, the misunderstanding - these are the things that will tear any family apart. You were the elder one among them and how could you let this happen?"

Yudhishthir, feeling the weight of Vidur's words, looked down, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Kakashree, I -"

Vidur interrupted, his voice softer but still firm. "You must work together, as brothers, as equals. Anyway, what happened is happened. The Kala Pradarshan will start soon, I WILL SPEAK WITH BHIMA AFTER THE KALA PRADARSHAN."

Yudhishthir nodded, his eyes downcast, but there was a quiet determination in his posture now.

With that Vidur left, leaving the Pandavas and Kauravas alone.

The air was thick with unspoken truths, unresolved emotions, and wounds exposed. Yet, there was the faintest sense of hope - that things could be mended. Whether these cracks would heal or deepen was a question... the answers remained a secret only time would dare to reveal.

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OUTSIDE THE PALACE

Suyo and Ashwa walked towards a modest house at the edge of the riverbank, a stark contrast to the luxurious palace. They pushed open the wooden gate and stepped inside.

Radha greeted them with a warm smile, but before she could say anything, Suyodhana touched her feet reverently. "Radha ma, give me your blessings. And next time, no matter what anyone says, never leave them incomplete," he said firmly, a shadow of hurt flickering in his eyes as he recalled Bhima's taunt two days earlier.

Radha instinctively hovered her hands above Suyo's head but did not touch him, she hesitated.

Ashwa noticed her hesitation, remarked casually, "Radha ma, so if Mitra Karna was here in Suyo's place, would you still hesitate like this?"

Radha's eyes widened. The mention of Karna - her Vasusen - seemed to clear all her doubts without a word needing to be spoken.

Suyo, still touching Radha's feet, looked up with confusion at Ashwa's words but chose to remain silent.

Without further hesitation, Radha placed her hand gently on Suyo's head and gave her blessings. "May you always walk the path of righteousness, Putra."

Unbeknownst to them, Bhima and Arjun had followed Suyodhana. From a distance, they watched the interaction with curiosity, observing a bond between Radha and Suyo that neither had anticipated.

Ashwa broke the silence, turning to Radha. "Radha ma, Mata Gandhari asked me to bring you."

Radha looked at Ashwathama. "Of course, Putra. Let us go."

Suyo was lost in thought, thinking about something. Suddenly, he said, "Mitra Ashwa, you go ahead with Radha ma. I will come..."

Ashwa nodded, understanding the unspoken request, and left with Radha.

Curious about what his father said, Suyo decided to observe the gold distribution himself. He walked towards the place where the gold was placed. His eyes scanned the crowd, observing how the people approached the gold.

The gold was openly displayed, glistening under the sun, yet people were taking only what they needed. To Suyodhana's surprise, there was no greed, no quarrels, the people were talking only how much they needed.

WITH BHIMA AND ARJUN, OUTSIDE RADHA'S HOUSE

"Bhrata Bhima... Let's go," Arjun muttered, turning away, feeling a strange unease in his chest.

But Bhima stood rooted to the spot, lost in his thoughts, his gaze fixed on the house, his mind replaying everything that had transpired since their arrival in Hastinapur. For a moment, his brow furrowed as conflicting emotions stirred within him. But he quickly shook it off and silently began walking back to the palace.

Halfway back to the palace, Arjun suddenly realized Bhima wasn't with him.

He stopped and, without thinking, declared, "BHRATA BHIMA IS MISSING!"

But after looking around, he sighed with mild irritation. "Where did he go now? Can't he stay focused for once? Did he get distracted by food again?"

Determined to find his missing brother, Arjun started looking around.

As he walked back toward the riverbank, a sharp voice called out, "You there! Come here and take this out!"

Arjun turned, frowning. His gaze fell on a grand chariot stuck in the mud, with MAHARAJ DRUPAD seated imperiously on it.

Arjun walked closer. "Are you talking to me?"

Drupad looked at him, unimpressed. His tone was curt, almost mocking. "Of course, I am. Stop wasting my time and get this chariot wheel out!"

Arjun's fists clenched at the disrespect, but he suppressed his irritation. Drupad, after all, was a royal guest, and he didn't want to let Hastinapur's hospitality be questioned.

"It would help if you got down," Arjun suggested, trying to remain civil.

Drupad scoffed. "A king does not step down for such trivialities. Do as you're told, quickly!"

Arjun rolled his eyes and asked the charioteer for help but Drupad gestured for his charioteer to stay seated.

Grinding his teeth, Arjun bent to push the chariot. As he did, he muttered under his breath, "I am not a servant..."

Before he could finish, a pair of strong hands joined to help him.

Startled, Arjun looked up with a smile, only for it to fade slightly when he saw Suyodhana.

"I will help..." Suyo said calmly.

Arjun just nodded curtly, and the two began pushing the chariot together.

SOMEONE was watching the entire scene from a distance, observing everything with keen eyes. He noticed the brief change in Arjun's expression, it was barely noticeable but did not escape the stranger's sharp eyes.

The stranger smiled and finally decided to step in.

He approached silently, standing between Arjun and Suyo. Both stopped and turned to see who it was, only to find the stranger's face covered with a cloth, leaving only his intense eyes visible.

Without a word, the stranger crouched and placed his hands under the chariot wheel.

Arjun and Suyo kept staring at the stranger, completely forgetting about the chariot or the task at hand.

Background song -

Ek maa ki santaane

Bhai do anjaane...

The song seemed to bridge the gap between the three. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, the universe paused to weave an unseen bond between them.

"How long will this take?" Drupad barked impatiently, breaking the moment. (Background song stopped)

The stranger used his strength to life the chariot wheel effortlessly from the mud. Though the stranger's face was not visible, a smirk played on his lips as he tilted the chariot slightly - intentionally, causing Drupad to sway precariously atop the seat.

"Careful!" Drupad barked again, clutching the sides of the chariot to steady himself.

The stranger looked at Drupad, his voice calm yet commanding. "A king's greatness is not in sitting above others, but in standing with them when needed."

Drupad opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss for words under the weight of the stranger's words. His arrogance was replaced by discomfort. He pressed his lips into a thin line and averted his gaze, clearly unsettled.

Once the chariot was free, Drupad huffed and left without so much as a thank-you.

Arjun and Suyo turned to the stranger at the same time, their voices blended together as they said, "Thank you."

They looked at each other, a little surprised, but they remained awkwardly silent. This was the first time Arjun and Suyo had worked together, and though brief, the moment carried a significance neither could ignore.

Trying to ease the tension, Arjun gestured toward the leaving chariot. "Vahan ho ya jeevan, jab bhi paiya darti mein phas jaata hai toh kisi ki sahayata ke bina nahi nikalta

(Whether it's a chariot or life, when the wheel gets stuck in the ground, it cannot be removed without help)."

Suyodhana shook his head slightly, countering. "Jeevan ho ya vahan, jab bhar maryada se adhik badh jaaye, paiya tabhi bhoomi mein phasta hai

(Whether it's life or a chariot, when the burden exceeds its limits, only then does the wheel get stuck in the ground)."

The stranger listened to both of them, his gaze steady and wise beyond his years. Though his face was covered, a smile played on his lips. Then, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, he said,

"Par... samajhdari ka ek aur pehlu hai... Takat yeh nahi ki akele khade raho ya sirf doosron par nirbhar raho-takat yeh hai ki tumhe kab kya karna hai yeh pata ho aur samajh ho ki kab kiska saath lena hai... Jeevan ho ya vahan... Ekta aur samajh se milke har bojh uthaya jaa sakta hai, jo na to ahankar se ho sakta hai, na nirbharta se... Jab tak Ekta aur samajh na ho, har paiya bhoomi mein phas sakta hai... Samay par madad lena aur dena hi sahi raasta hai.

(But... there is another aspect of wisdom... Strength is not in standing alone or relying on others. it is in knowing when to do both and in recognizing that some tasks require all hands to work together... Whether it is life or or a chariot, with unity and understanding, no matter how heavy the burden is, it can be lifted together. Neither pride nor dependence can achieve this... When the time calls for it, we should take help and offer help... This is the right path)"

Arjun and Suyo stood silent for a moment, each processing the stranger's words. A small but genuine smile unknowingly formed on their lips as they tried to understand what he meant.

The stillness of the moment was broken by a soft breeze, HINTING AT THE ARRIVAL Of SOMEONE ELSE.

Before they could ask the stranger - his name or who he was - an unexpected voice called from behind them.

"MITRA SUYODHANA!!"

Suyo turned instinctively toward the voice.

And in that split second, the stranger's eyes widened after hearing Suyo's name and seeing him turn. Without a word, the stranger stepped back and just ran from there, too quickly for Arjun to stop him.

After the stranger had run a little farther, he suddenly stopped. As soon as he did, Chirayu swooped down and landed on his shoulder.

The stranger is none other than Karna 🎉

As Karna stopped running, breathing heavily, he muttered aloud, "Wait a minute...!! Why am I running like a thief, who got caught stealing?"

Chirayu chirped, as if to say, "You even look like a thief with your face covered."

Karna looked at Chirayu with mock anger. "Who did you even learn all this from, Chirayu?"

Chirayu chirped again, as if replying, "Of course, from you, my master!"

Karna rolled his eyes, but as he remembered what had just happened, he sighed. "Hey Narayana... why didn't you safe me from this embarrassment? This is the first time I saw my Anuj, and I ran away from him like this -"

Before Karna could finish, Chirayu chirped as if asking, "Why did you run away like that? Your face is covered, he wouldn't have recognized you anyway..."

Karna thought for a moment. "Because... I was... nervous? I don't know..."

Looking at Chirayu, he added, "Enough, let's go. Let's find the best place to watch the Kala Pradarshan. I think it will start soon."

Yet, as they walked towards the arena, Karna thought. "I will be meeting Suyo, my brothers and sister... for the first time. What would I even say to them? I left a few days after Suyo was born... and now, after all these years... I am dying to hear them call me Jyesth... How will my brothers and sister react when they first see me? Will they be excited... or maybe nervous... like I am?"

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MEANWHILE, BACK WITH SUYO AND ARJUN

As Karna escaped... Suyo turned toward the voice that called his name and immediately recognized KRISHNA.

"Krishna!!" Suyo exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Breaking the hug, Krishna started laughing.

Suyo looked at him, confused. "Why are you laughing?"

Krishna was laughing because Karna had just asked, "Narayana, why didn't you safe me from this embarrassment?" But the truth was, it was Krishna who called out to Suyo - intentionally - causing Karna to run without thinking. If Krishna hadn't called Suyo, Karna would never have reacted like that.

With a mischievous smile, Krishna replied, "Sometimes what seems like a coincidence... may just be... intentional... Even the bravest souls falter when the heart overpowers the mind. One word... one moment... and everything changes."

Suyo blinked, trying to make sense of Krishna's words. Before he could reply, Krishna asked, "But enough about me, Mitra, what are you doing here?"

At the same time, Ashwa came there looking for Suyo after escorting Radha to the palace.

Seeing Suyo, Ashwa asked, "Mitra, what are you doing here?"

Suyo looked at both Krishna and Ashwa, hearing them speak the same words at the same time, one from the front and the other from behind.

"I was... um..." Suyo trailed off.

Suddenly remembering the stranger, Suyo looked around for the stranger but found no trace of him. Turning to Arjun, he asked, "Where is he?"

Arjun shrugged. "He ran away... like a thief who got caught stealing."

Ashwa, confused, asked, "Who ran away? Who are you talking about?"

Suyo replied, "Mitra Ashwa, a stranger. He helped us, but we don't know why he ran away suddenly... He covered his face as well..."

Suyo looked at Arjun, "He did look like a thief... no, no... an inteligent thief... the way he spoke... didn't he?"

Arjun nodded seriously, completely agreeing with Suyo.

Listening to them, Krishna laughed again, but quickly covered his mouth.

Suyo frowned. "Why are you laughing again, Krishna?"

Krishna smiled, his laughter subsiding. "Let's just say... not everything is as it seems."

At this moment, Ashwa noticed Krishna and was shocked. He thought, "What is he doing here?"

As if answering Ashwa's unspoken question, Suyo said to Ashwa, "Mitra Ashwa, do you remember Krishna? I told you to give him the makhan..."

Ashwa interrupted, "I remember..."

Looking at Krishna, who was smiling as if he understood what Ashwa was thinking, Ashwa thought, "How can I not remember the day I found out everything from Mahadev..."

Breaking the moment, Arjun said, "Bhrata Suyo..."

Suyo was surprised that Arjun called him "Suyodhana" or "Suyo" and not "Duryodhana."

Arjun continued, "I am going back... You should also come..."

Suyo nodded. "You go ahead, I will come after meeting my friend."

"Friend?" Arjun thought, looking at Krishna. There was something about Krishna, even though this was the first time he had seen him... But, hearing Suyo call Krishna a friend made him feel uneasy.

Arjun couldn't explain why, but he didn't like it... He felt a strange sense of jealousy.

Still staring at Krishna, Arjun thought to himself, "Why am I feeling... jealous...? I don't even know him... Why do I care if he is...?" Arjun couldn't even finish the sentence in his thoughts. He couldn't even bear the thought of Krishna being Suyo's friend and not his...

Krishna knew what exactly Arjun was thinking.

Just as Arjun was leaving, Krishna called out to him.

"Suno.... (Listen)"

Arjun turned at lightning speed, surprised to hear Krishna call him. "YES?"

Krishna smiled knowingly, as though he saw more than he was saying. "Never act out of anger or let your pride guide you... Sometimes, it is better to stop and see before you act..."

Arjun paused for a moment, trying to grasp the meaning of Krishna's words. He again looked at Krishna, who only smiled at him. He thought, "Why did this stranger's words feel so personal, as though they were meant for a moment I hadn't yet faced?"

Arjun nodded silently and walked away, his thoughts clouded with questions he couldn't answer.

Krishna's smile faded as he watched Arjun walk away. The youngest Kauntheya, despite his immense skill, was still a soul plagued by insecurities.

Krishna knew of the consequences of the paths Arjun would take. His advice was not just guidance but also a subtle warning about the consequences of acting impulsively and out of pride...

But as Arjun disappeared from his sight, Krishna thought, "Even the finest archer must learn patience and humility... Whether he heeds my advice or not, only time will tell. And if he fail to understand my words... only time will reveal what will happen."

"Krishna?" Suyo called out, breaking Krishna's thoughts.

Krishna turned to see Suyodhana and smiled, his attention fully shifting to the young prince. "Yes, Mitra?"

Suyo didn't say anything. Instead, he took Krishna's hand and simply said, "Come with me..."

Krishna let Suyo lead him without hesitating, following him wherever Suyo wanted to go.

Suyo walked toward the riverbank nearby.

Ashwa followed them silently, not wanting to leave Suyo alone with Krishna.

The gentle rustling of the water was the only sound as Krishna, Suyodhana, and Ashwa stood together in silence. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken thoughts, each of them lost in their own world.

Ashwa's eyes remained on Krishna, observing him closely. The vision Mahadev had showed him - the Kurukshetra war, Krishna standing beside the Pandavas, against Suyodhana - flashed in his mind. It made him wary, unsure of Krishna's true intentions. The questions gnawed in his mind as he looked at Krishna. "Who is Krishna? What role does he play in our lives?"

Krishna looked at Suyo standing silently beside him, lost in thought. There was something on Suyo's mind - a heaviness in his heart that Krishna could sense without words.

"You're quiet..." Krishna said gently, breaking the silence.

Suyo turned to Krishna, and without warning, he embraced him tightly. The emotions he had held back for so long poured out in that single moment of vulnerability.

"Krishna..." Suyo began gripping Krishna's shoulders tightly as if seeking strength. "You know... Bhima he calls me bad omen and Duryodhana... If not for you and Ashwa... I would have taught him a lesson long ago. Retaliated word for word, taunt for taunt, insult for insult..."

Suyo pulled back slightly, but kept his hands on Krishna's shoulders. He looked directly into Krishna's eyes, his voice trembling with suppressed anguish.

"Krishna... your words always stopped me... They always reminded me that it's not the circumstances of my birth that define me... but what I choose to do and who I choose to become... We only met once... but you told me, you don't just believe this... you know it. AND I CHOSE TO TRUST YOU."

His voice broke slightly as he continued, the vulnerability I'm his words laid bare. "That is why I stayed silent. All these years... I learned to ignore and endure Bhima's insults... But after what he said to Radha ma... I just couldn't control myself..."

Finally, letting go of Krishna, Suyo stepped back but looked into Krishna's eyes, "But... my silence doesn't mean... I'm weak... does it? Tell me, Krishna... I'm not weak, am I?"

Krishna placed a reassuring hand on Suyo's shoulder, his expression filled with understanding. "Suyodhana, your silence is not weakness. It is strength - the kind of strength that only a few possess. To rise above pettiness, to not let another's words define your worth, takes immense courage. It is easy to to retaliate, to let anger control your actions. But it takes great courage to hold your peace and walk the higher path. That is true strength."

He paused, his tone softening as he continued, "Mitra Suyo, you know a mighty lion does not respond to the barks of a jackal. He knows his strength and he walks with the knowledge that his roar alone can silence the world. So too must you carry yourself-with the quiet dignity of one who knows his worth."

Suyo nodded slowly, trying to understand Krishna's words. "Your words... they always give me hope, Krishna. But I still feel so lost. Tell me, what should I do?"

Krishna smiled gently. "Trust the path you walk and the strength within you. The one who vowed to protect you has returned. Even the boldest voices will think twice before speaking your name with disrespect..."

Suyo wiped his tears. Though Krishna's words were hard to understand, as always, they left him feeling lighter, his burden eased.

Meanwhile, Ashwa, standing a few steps away, had heard everything. He was surprised by the exchange, by the depth of Krishna's care for Suyodhana. The Krishna he had seen in the vision, standings against Suyodhana, seemed so different from the one standing here, offering comfort and wisdom.

A strom of questions brewed within Ashwa. "Did I judge Krishna too quickly? But I saw his standing against Suyo in the war... Why would he side with Suyo now?"

Ashwa's heart was conflicted. He couldn't understand anything.

Staring at the river, he thought. "Mitra Karna... when are are coming back? Right now, all I need is you. There is so much to tell you, Mitra. Only you can help me understand everything... who to trust and what to believe..."

Krishna turned toward Ashwa, a knowing smile on his lips, as though he could hear the thoughts swirling in Ashwa's mind. He leaned closer and whispered, "Radheya is already here... All your questions will be answered after Kala Pradarshan."

Ashwa's eyes widened in disbelief, his breath caught as Krishna's words sank in. His head turned instantly toward Krishna, searching for answers, but the enigmatic smile on Krishna's face offered none.

"Already here? How do you know Radheya?" Ashwa whispered, his voice trembling with shock and confusion. But Krishna offered no more words, leaving Ashwa with nothing but questions-and the growing anticipation of answers to come.

Ashwa heard a gasp and turned to see Suyo looking at something. He followed Suyo's gaze and saw three people standing a shot distance - Balarama, Aaradhya, and Bhanumati.

The trio had come looking for Krishna and had been silently watching the entire time, hearing every word of Suyo's heartfelt conversation with Krishna.

As soon as Suyo's eyes landed on BHANUMATI, he froze.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to fade into nothingness as his eyes took in her radiant beauty. The golden sunlight framed her features, casting a soft halo around her. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, reflected the emotions she had just witnessed during his heartfelt conversation with Krishna.

Suyo's thoughts raced wildly. "Who is she? A goddess? I've never seen anyone so beautiful... It feels like... like time itself has stopped... Is this what they call love at first sight? No, no, get a hold of yourself, Suyo. Stop staring. Say something... Do something... Anything..."

But his body betrayed him. He didn't move. He couldn't. His heart was beating faster than ever, and for the first time in his life, the usually confident Gandharinandan felt utterly lost.

BHANUMATI, on the other hand, felt her own heart flutter. She had been deeply moved by Suyo's vulnerability, the way he held back his tears yet allowed himself to share his pain openly with Krishna. His strength filled her with admiration and a strange ache she couldn't place.

Her thoughts raced as she looked at him. "Why is my heart racing? Is this... love at first sight? No, Bhanu... stop. You don't even know him... You've only just seen him. But... there's something about him... something that draws me in."

Bhanumati's cheeks flushed as Suyo continued to stare at her like a lovesick puppy, his intense gaze making her self-conscious.

She quickly held Aaradhya's hand and whispered, "Aaru... why is he staring at me like that? Oh no, does he think I saw him in such a vulnerable moment? What if he thinks I'll judge him for it? Or worse... pity him? I shouldn't have stood here so long... What do I do now?"

Aaradhya smirked knowingly, sensing Bhanumati's unease, she teased. "Why are you staring back, Bhanu?"

"I... I'm not staring!" Bhanumati whispered fiercely, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Aaradhya raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then why are your cheeks red? And why are you holding my hand so tight? Bhanu... do you like him?"

"Wha-no! I mean... I don't know!" Bhanumati stammered, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson. "Aaru, stop teasing me!"

Meanwhile, Krishna noticed Suyo's awestruck expression and leaned closer, whispering teasingly, "You love her... am I right?"

Still lost in her beauty, Suyo muttered without thinking. The words left his lips before his mind could catch up. "Maybe..."

"WHAT?!" Ashwa shouted, hearing the word 'maybe' from Suyo.

Suyo snapped out of his daze as Ashwa's voice echoed. "YOU LOV-"

Suyo immediately lunged forward, clamping a hand over Ashwa's mouth. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

Realizing what Krishna had asked and what he had just said, Suyo turned to glare at Krishna. "What are you doing?! Stop putting words in my mouth!"

Krishna chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the chaos. "Mitra Suyo, I didn't put words in your mouth. I merely revealed what was already in your heart."

Suyo groaned in frustration, his hands still clamped over Ashwa's mouth as he desperately tried to compose himself.

Meanwhile, Bhanumati, having heard Ashwa's outburst, felt her heart skip a beat. Her gaze flickered to Aaradhya, who was now grinning mischievously.

Aaradhya whispered. "See? He likes you!"

"Hush, Aaru! He might hear you!" Bhanumati hissed, her cheeks burning brighter than ever.

But Aaradhya wasn't one to back down. "Oh, come on, Bhanu. Admit it... you like him too."

Bhanumati hesitated, biting her lip. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I... I don't know, Aaru. There's something about him... something that feels so... familiar, yet so new."

Aaradhya's smile softened as she saw the genuine confusion in Bhanumati's eyes. "Maybe it's not something you need to figure out right now. Just... let it be. See where it takes you."

Bhanumati nodded. She glanced at Suyo again, who was now busy trying to calm an indignant Ashwa, and felt her heart flutter once more.

Meanwhile, Suyo kept Ashwa's mouth tightly covered, whispering urgently, "Mitra Ashwa, you don't know what you're talking about! Just stay quiet, okay?"

Ashwa's muffled voice came through Suyo's hand. "Mmph... Mmht... What?"

Suyo sighed and leaned closer, trying to be discreet while sneaking another glance at Bhanumati. His heart raced again when he saw her nervously brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Clearing his throat, he whispered, "Ashwa, I'll explain later. Just don't say anything stupid right now!"

Ashwa, now thoroughly confused, wriggled free from Suyo's grasp. "Stupid? What did I even say? I don't get it! Why did you freeze up when you saw her?"

Suyo groaned inwardly, realizing Ashwa wasn't going to drop it. "It's... complicated."

Ashwa squinted at him. "Complicated? Is this about that thing Krishna said? What was it? Love?"

Suyo's face burned brighter than the midday sun. "It's nothing, Ashwa! Just... forget it!"

But Ashwa wasn't letting it go. "If it's nothing, why are you acting so weird? And why do you keep looking at her?"

"I'm not looking at her!" Suyo snapped, but his eyes betrayed him, darting back to Bhanumati for the briefest moment.

Ashwa caught the glance and crossed his arms, a grin spreading across his face. "You just looked at her again!"

Krishna watched it all unfold with a knowing smile.

Noticing Suyo's repeated glances, Bhanumati whispered urgently to Aaradhya, "Aaru... Do something before this gets awkward!"

Thinking quickly, Aaradhya called out to a passerby, pretending to be curious. "Excuse me! I saw gold being distributed in a unique way earlier... Why is that?"

Catching on, Bhanumati added nervously. "And... What if... someone... someone... steals all of it?"

The older man smiled. "No one will dare steal it, Devi. This has become a tradition since Rajkumar Suyodhana was born. The people only take how much they need, nothing more."

They had asked the question to avoid Suyo's gaze, but now their curiosity was genuinely piqued.

Bhanumati asked, "What? Why?"

Aaradhya, equally curious, added, "What she mean is... Why not just give...?"

The man chuckled, sensing their confusion. "BECAUSE OUR YUVRAJ SAID SO. HE FIRST DISTRIBUTED THE GOLD THIS WAY... WHEN RAJKUMAR SUYODHANA WAS BORN, and it has continued every year since."

Suyo heard everything and froze. He turned to the man confused, and thought. "Yuvraj said? When I was born?"

Oblivious to Suyo's reaction, Bhanumati intrigued asked. "Yuvraj? Who is he?"

The man's chest puffed out with pride. "The eldest son of Maharaj Dhritarashtra and Maharani Gandhari. Our beloved Yuvraj."

With that, the man excused himself and left.

Suyo felt his chest tightening as his mind swirled with questions. "Eldest son of Maharaj Dhritharastra and Maharani Gandhari? Yuvraj... But he was not talking about me... Who was he talking about...? Do... I... have... an eld-"

Before he could complete the thought, the sound of heralds announcement was heard.

"Hear ye! Hear ye! The grand Kala Pradarshan begins soon! Head to the arena to witness the grand event!"

The announcement jolted Suyo back to reality.

Ashwa did not hear the man's words, he grabbed Suyo's arm. "Let's go! We have to go back now!"

Still distracted, Suyo just nodded and turned to Krishna, his mind still clouded with confusion, but he quickly excused himself. "Krishna... I must go now... Come to the Kala Pradarshan..."

Krishna smiled knowingly. "I wouldn't miss it, Mitra."

As Suyo passed Bhanumati, his steps slowed down. He looked at her one last time, as if trying to memorize every detail of her face.

Ashwa noticed and nudged him. "Why are you staring at her again? You're acting so weird today!"

Suyo stiffened, immediately looking away, his shoulders tense as he forced himself to appear like he was not interested in her at all. "I'm not staring at anyone. Let's go."

Krishna chuckled, watching Suyo leave in a rush, his smile widening as the young prince tried to hide his feelings.

Balarama was silently observing everything from a distance. His serious demeanor contrasted sharply with Krishna's easygoing nature. Without a word, he approached his younger brother and gently took his hand, leading him away from Aaradhya and Bhanumati, who were absorbed in their own conversation.

When they were far enough. Balarama turned to face Krishna and seriously asked, "What are you doing, Kanha?"

Krishna, still smiling, innocently asked, "What do you mean, Dau? I don't understand."

Balarama's voice was firm, his tone carrying both confusion and frustration. "The last time we came to Hastinapur... It wasn't for Ashwatthama to find out the truth from Mahadev, was it? But we... No... 'you' came here for Suyodhana. Didn't you? Am I right?"

Krishna met his gaze, the smile fading slightly as he gave a small nod. "YES."

Balarama's brow furrowed, his voice low but demanding. "But... Why, Kanha? You said you would only side with the one who was not in Hastinapur... which is Karna! Then why Suyodhana?"

Krishna began to reply but Balarama interrupted. "Please, Kanha... I need to know... Why Suyodhana? Why did you become friends with him? I don't want riddles or half-answers. I need the truth!"

Krishna's expression softened, and he sighed, his gaze distant as if remembering something far away. "Dau... Before the Kala Chakra turned... Radheya asked me... Pandavas have you Govind, to guide them. But who does my Mitra, Duryodhana, have? No one guided him, no one showed him the path of Dharma..."

Balarama protested, his confusion deepening. "But... you said you would not interfere... You said you cannot interfere unless Karna himself asks you. Then why...?"

Krishna smiled, his eyes holding a wisdom that seemed beyond mortal comprehension. "Dau, The first time I met Suyodhana, I was just someone who happened to be there, witnessing what happened. I merely spoke of what I saw, nothing more... I never asked Suyodhana to be friends with me... It was he who offered friendship, and I simply accepted it..."

Balarama stared at Krishna. "And now?"

Krishna's eyes softened with an emotion Balarama couldn't quite place. "Now, I simply met my old friend after so long... Nothing more. And when my friend asked me for advice, I answered, just as I would for anyone who sought my guidance."

Balarama remained silent.

Krishna continued, his smile returning. "Dau, I told Karna I cannot interfere unless Karna himself asks me... But I never said I will not help anyone else. I am free to give my wisdom and advice where it is sought."

Balarama sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And what about now? What do you expect me to do?"

Krishna placed a hand on his elder brother's shoulder. "This time, Dau... you should be there for Suyodhana, to guide him..."

"And you?" Balarama asked, both curious and concerned.

"I will be with Karna and..." Krishna's mischievous smile returned as he said a little louder, "AARADHYA..."

Balarama nodded reluctantly, still grappling with the weight of Krishna's words.

Meanwhile, Aaradhya and Bhanumati realized Krishna and Balarama were nowhere to be seen. They looked around, and Aaradhya spotted the brothers standing at a distance, deep in conversation.

They both went to Krishna and Balarama. As they approached, Aaradhya heard Krishna say her name, though the rest of the words were unclear.

Curious, she walked up to Krishna and tapped him on his shoulder.

Krishna turned around with and exaggerated expression of surprise, clutching his chest dramatically. "Aaahh! Don't scare me like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Aaradhya rolled her eyes, an exasperated smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, please. I've seen better acting from children in Ayodhya."

Krishna pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offence. "You wound me, Sakhi! Your words are sharper than a Sudarshan Chakra."

She crossed her arms, eyeing him suspiciously. "What were you talking about? I heard you say my name."

Krishna's smile didn't falter. "Your name? Ahhh, yes, Aaradhya, your name is so divine that it must have slipped into the conversation naturally."

Aaradhya raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her expression. "Really? What conversation were you having where my name just 'slipped in'?"

Krishna smirked, leaning closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Do you truly wish to know, Sakhi? It might shock you."

She blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "What do you mean... shock me?"

Krishna placed a finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking. And with a perfectly serious expression, he said, "If I told you, Sakhi, it would ruin the mystery..."

Aaradhya shook her head, a smile forming on her lips. "You're impossible, Govind. I should've known better than to expect a straight answer from you."

Krishna grinned. "Impossible? Me? I think the word you're looking for is 'irreplaceable.'"

Before Aaradhya could retort, Bhanumati stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Come on, Aaru. Let it go. We're getting late for the Kala Pradarshan."

At the same time, Balarama placed a hand on Krishna's arm. "Let's go, Kanha. You've had enough fun for now."

Krishna shot Aaradhya one last mischievous smile before turning to follow Balarama. Aaradhya huffed though there was a faint smile on her lips.

And so, an invisible thread seemed to pull them all toward the arena, toward something yet to unfold.

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LOCATION - SURYALOK

The entire family gathered in a grand hall, their smiles and laughter reflecting their excitement. A magnificent, celestial mirror was placed at the center, shimmering with divine energy. Through it, Suryadev and his family will witness the Kala Pradarshan.

The atmosphere buzzed with joy - until an unexpected presence disrupted the harmony.

INDRA entered the hall, flanked by Sachi and Jayant. His expression was eager, though a flicker of unease shadowed his face. He carried himself with an air of cautious confidence, as though he hoped to bridge a chasm he could not quite see.

"Jyesth!" Indra called out, his voice cheerfully but tinged with nervousness. "I met my nephew, Karna!"

Suryadev barely looked at him. His expression remained neutral as he responded with a disinterested, "Hmm."

Encouraged by the lack of outright hostility, Indra stepped closer, a proud smile spreading across his face. "Not just that," he continued, his tone brimming with pride. "I gave him Vasavi Shakti! For one-time use."

The moment the words left Indra's mouth, the warmth of the hall seemed to dim. Suryadev's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "What did you just say?"

Indra faltered, confused by his Jyesth's sudden change in demeanor. "I met... my nephew..."

"After that!" Suryadev demanded, his voice rising.

"I gave him Vasavi Shakti..."

"AFTER THAT!" Suryadev said, rising from his seat. His golden aura flared, filling the hall with an overwhelming heat.

Indra gulped, his confidence wavering as he stammered, "O-One time use..."

"GET OUT!" Suryadev's voice echoed through the hall, his fury unmistakable.

The family watched in stunned silence, the once joyous gathering now tense and heavy with unspoken emotions.

Indra was shocked by the sudden outburst, his pride now replaced with disbelief.

"No, Jyesth." Indra said firmly, stepping forward. "Today... I will not leave without knowing the truth! Why has everyone stopped talking to me? Why do my own parents, my siblings, my family treat me this way? What did I do? Tell me!"

Suryadev's hands clenched into fists, his fiery gaze boring into Indra. For a moment, it seemed as though he would lash out, but then he spoke, his voice laced with fury and sorrow.

"You want to know why?" Suryadev's tone was bitter, each word laced with a father's restrained anger. "I will tell you, Indra. I will remind you of what you did that shattered my trust in you."

Indra, confused asked, "What are you talking about, Jyesth?"

Suryadev raised his hand, summoning the vision that Mahadev had shown him. The divine mirror glowed, displaying the events of Karna's life and also what happened between Karna and Indra.

Indra's eyes widened in shock as the truth unraveled before him.

Suryadev took a step closer, his voice now a thunderous roar. "You took my son's Kavach and Kundals, Indra. You disguised yourself as a Brahmin, you begged for them as alms. You took away the divine protection I had given to my son!"

"Jyesth, I-" Indra began, his voice shaking.

But Suryadev cut him off. "Enough! Do not dare to justify yourself before I finish."

His golden aura flared brighter as he revealed more of the truth. "Before you even approached Karna, I warned him about your intentions. I told him you would come in disguise and demand his Kavach and Kundals. I begged him not to give them away. But do you know what my son said?"

Indra remained silent, guilt evident in his eyes.

"Karna told me, 'Pitashree, I cannot disrespect you, nor can I break my vow to give away anything asked of me after my Suryapuja.' Then... It was I who told him to ask for your Shakti astra in return. At first, he refused even that, but he agreed because he respected his father's words. 'But for your sake, I will ask Indradev for his Shakti Astra in return.'"

At this moment, the mirror displayed Karna's internal conflict. The family saw him pacing, his face pale with distress as he tried to reconcile his father's warnings with his own sense of Dharma. The scene deepened the emotional weight of Karna's eventual decision.

Indra's face paled as the weight of the revelation crushed him.

Suryadev stepped closer, his voice now filled with righteous fury. "And you? In return for immortality, you gave him a weapon meant for one-time use? Is this what you call balance? Is this what you call fairness? Answer me, Indra!"

Indra finally found his voice, though it trembled with desperation. "Jyesth, I did what I thought was necessary! Karna was on the side of Adharma. He stood against my son, Arjun, who is the protector of Dharma. I had no choice -"

"NO CHOICE?" Suryadev thundered, his voice shaking the very ground. "You speak of Dharma, yet you committed Adharma! You manipulated my son's devotion and generosity for your gain!"

Indra raised his hands in defense. "Jyesth, you must understand. If you were in my place, you would have done the same for your child! Any father would protect his son!"

Suryadev's expression turned cold, his golden eyes blazing. "Do not compare your selfishness to a father's duty! Unlike you, I would never stoop to deceit to protect my child. My son's integrity, his Dharma, would have been my shield!"

The hall was silent, save for Suryadev's heavy breaths. Indra stood frozen, unable to respond.

Then, Suryadev's voice softened, but it was heavy with pain. "Indra... I have seen my son abandoned right after his birth. I have seen him grow up as a Sut-putra even though he is a Suryaputra. I have seen him get cursed. I have seen him get insulted. I have seen him veer toward Adharma. I have seen him break down when he discovered the truth. I have seen him cut his own skin to give away the Kavach and Kundals to you. And I have seen him die..."

Suryadev looked at Indra, his voice breaking. "But do you know what hurt me the most? I have seen myself helplessly watch my son suffer. Even though he is my son, I was unable to do anything. At least you guided your son. But me... I just watched him, helplessly..."

Indra's defenses crumbled. His voice was filled with guilt and remorse as he whispered, "Jyesth... Forgive me."

Suryadev's gaze was steady. "Indra... My anger towards you is not that of a brother but that of a helpless father. You are a father as well. If you think the way I treated you all these years is enough for me to forgive you, then stay here, and I will forgive you, because you want me to, not because I want to. But if you think it's not enough to calm my anger, or earn my forgiveness... then leave."

The decision now rested with Indra. Silence enveloped the hall as the family watched, awaiting his choice.

Indra hesitated, the weight of the decision pressed down on him. Slowly, he turned to leave.

As he took his first step, Sachi called out, "Arya!" Jayant called out, "Pitashree!" Aditi stepped forward, her voice trembling, "Putra!"

Indra stopped them with a raised hand ✋, his back still to Suryadev. His voice was steady as he said, "Jyesth, forgiveness must be earned through actions aligned with Dharma, not demanded. Thank you for teaching me this today. Today I leave not because you wish it, but because I understand that I must earn your forgiveness..."

With that, Indra walked out of the hall.

Standing at the gates of Suryalok, Indra paused. The weight of his actions bore down on him. His mind replayed Suryadev's words. "Unlike you, I would never stoop to deceit to protect my child." A deep sigh escaped him as realization dawned, he had not protected Dharma, he had failed it.

Inside the hall, Suryadev's golden aura dimmed as his anger subsided. He collapsed into his seat, his expression a mix of sorrow and exhaustion.

Aditi approached him, her eyes filled with tears. "Both of you were right, Putra. Indra was right to protect his son, but his methods were wrong. You were right to be angry, but you must remember... he is still your brother. Forgive him, Putra..."

Suryadev closed his eyes, letting Aditi's words sink in. "I will forgive him... But not today Mata..."

Aditi placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her presence a beacon of calm amidst the storm.

For a brief moment, Suryadev looked at the spot where Indra stood few moments ago. His gaze softened, ever so slightly, a flicker of inner conflict crossing his features.

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To be continued...

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Is the chapter confusing like the scenes shift back and forth... 1) Karna running away and again I show with Suyo. 2) Aaradhya and Bhanu, Suyo and Ashwa there also it goes back and forth showing both what they were talking about...

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