On the outskirts of Hasthinapur, Vasusena's field

A small, petite woman with delicate features watched her son till the fields, her gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and sorrow. These past few years have seen their family's strength and resilience tested like never before.



It had started with the tragic death of her son Shon at the hands of those Brahmins, followed by Vasusena's heart-wrenching suicide attempt which had shaken the very foundations of their family. His recovery had been slow and painful, marked by his enlistment in the army at the insistence of his husband. He reasoned that time away from the house and doing things her Vasu loved would take his mind off his brother. After completing the army training she was forced to accept another painful separation from her son.



Radheya, her beloved son, had left Hasthinapur to learn the Astras, the weapons which are allowed only to be wielded by Kshatriyas and Brahmins. He left Hasthinapur for four years in search of a teacher. Everyone around them laughed at their family for her son's apparent foolishness.



He came back after four years and told everyone he didn't find a Brahmin to teach him. But no one knew that even if Radheya had claimed to the townspeople that he hadn't learned anything significant, it was not the complete truth. He had confided the truth only to his immediate family.

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As she was returning from the market one warm afternoon, a pair of large, warm hands suddenly covered her eyes. Despite the surprise, Radha felt no fear; there was a familiar kindness in the touch.



Those hands... she knew them well. How could she not know them? They belonged to the one who had brought her the joy of motherhood. For this child, though not born from her womb, her body had responded as if he were her own flesh and blood; her breasts had swelled with milk, and her heart had expanded with love. The light of her life, her Vasusena, was back in Hasthinapur after all these years of strife and separation.



"Vasu..." she whispered, tears forming unbidden in her eyes as emotions swelled within her chest.



Removing his hands from her eyes, Vasusena, now a tall and broad-shouldered young man, stood before her. He wiped away her tears gently and then bowed to receive her blessings. "Ayushman Bhava, my child," she uttered as she raised him up and enveloped him in a tight embrace.



He had changed in the years he had been gone; the boy who had left was now a teen on the cusp of manhood, with a presence that seemed to light up the space around him. The grief that had shadowed his departure, driven by the loss of his brother Shon, now seemed to have lifted. His smile was radiant, transforming his features into something both majestic and tender. It was a smile that spoke of trials overcome and inner peace found. Radha's heart filled with joy and relief, seeing him not just alive but flourishing.



"It has been four years, Amma," he said, his voice a warm baritone that resonated with strength. "Yet, you managed to recognize me by just my touch."



"Four years or forty, a mother's heart knows her child," Radha replied, her voice thick with emotion.



Hand in hand, they walked towards their home, a simple structure that had housed more than its share of sorrows and joys. As they approached, Adhiratha, Radha's husband and Vasusena's adoptive father, came out to meet them. His eyes filled with tears as he embraced his son, his relief palpable.



The younger children, who were toddlers when Vasusena had left, peeked curiously from behind their father. They didn't remember their older brother and stared at him with shy curiosity. Vasusena greeted them with a gentle smile, then reached into his bag and pulled out a handful of sweets he had purchased at the market. Their initial hesitation disappeared as they gathered around him, eager for the treats and the attention of this new, intriguing brother.



Amidst the laughter and chatter, Vasusena noticed the newest member of the family, a toddler with bright eyes and an infectious giggle, playing at Adhiratha's feet. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice softening as he scooped the child into his arms.



"This is Chitrasena," Radha answered, watching them with a tender smile. "Born two years ago."



"He looks like Shon, Amma," Vasusena said, his voice catching as he pressed his forehead against the little one's. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he smiled through them, the light of the sun playing in his expression. "I missed the birth of my brother."



Radha reached out to touch his arm, feeling the muscle beneath the skin, hardened by years of training and battle. "He is named Chitrasena," she said softly.



The name seemed to bring Vasusena both joy and pain, a reminder of the brother he had lost and the life that continued in his absence. Holding Chitrasena close, Vasusena seemed to find a piece of the brotherly connection he had lost with Shon.



As the afternoon waned into evening, the family gathered inside the modest living room, the walls bearing witness to the history and heartaches of the family. Once the younger children were sent outside to play under the watchful eye of a neighbour, Radha and Adhiratha sat down with Vasusena, the air thick with unspoken questions and concerns.



"Are you truly alright, my son?" Radha asked, her voice laden with worry. "It has only been four years since you left Hasthinapur. Finding a guru willing to teach a suta how to wield Astras is no small feat. And even if such a teacher exists, could he possibly impart all his knowledge in such a short time?"



Vasusena's smile was gentle but held a firmness that spoke of secrets held too long. "I completed my training, Amma," he said quietly, surprising them both with his confidence.



"Who was willing to teach you, Vasusena?" Adhiratha interjected, his tone sceptical. The idea that anyone could master all forms of warfare in a mere four years was almost beyond belief. If Vasusena had truly found such a teacher, it would mean his training was only partially complete, or worse, that he had been dismissed early.



Vasusena's expression turned serious, and he looked at her and her husband with a gravity that stilled the room. "Before I tell you more, I need an oath from both of you," he began, his voice low and earnest. "Whatever I share must stay within these four walls, never to be spoken of to others without my consent. Remember how Shon was killed just for listening to the Vedas and reciting them? It's unlawful to harm a child, yet those beasts killed him cruelly without any hesitation." The anger in his eyes made both of them take a pause. "If those bastards knew the extent of my abilities and my knowledge, our entire family would be at risk. I am capable of defending myself, but you, the children, cannot withstand their wrath."



Both of them exchanged a look, a silent communication of decades of shared life in marriage. Then, nodding solemnly, they agreed to his terms.



"I didn't leave Hasthinapur to find a teacher, Amma," Vasusena continued, his smile returning, softer this time. "I knew our society's rigidity all too well. No teacher would impart the knowledge of Astras to a suta, not willingly at least. So I chose a different path."



Adhiratha's face paled, a father's fear for his son evident. "You didn't lie about your caste to gain your education, did you, Vasu?" he asked, the worry clear in his voice. Radha's heart chilled at the question.



The thought had crossed Vasusena's mind, clearly reflected in his honest eyes. "It did," he admitted. "But that would have been both foolish and dangerous. If my lie had been found out, I would be cursed or put to death. It might be an easy path, amma. But no, I didn't choose that path."



Relief washed over her and her husband, alleviating some of their darkest fears. Desperation could lead even the noblest souls astray, and they had dreaded the thought of their son walking down that path succumbing to his desperation.



Instead, Vasusena's next words brought a sense of awe and disbelief. "I travelled to the outskirts of the city and engaged in severe tapasya to seek the favour of Parameshwara," he revealed, his voice imbued with a reverent humility. "I endured hardships, fasting without food and water, praying that he would grant me his blessings."



"And did he, Vasusena? Did Bholenath himself become your teacher?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope and astonishment.



"Yes, Amma," Vasusena replied, his face alight with an innocent joy. "Parameshwara, in his infinite grace, appeared before me. He accepted my devotion and accepted my plea to be my teacher. I gained the knowledge of Sashtras, Shastras, Rajaneethi, Dharma and many other things, at his feet. My faith was not misplaced amma. I can happily proclaim that I learnt from the best teacher in the entire world."



Tears of joy and relief streamed down Radha's cheeks as she absorbed the magnitude of what her son had achieved. Bholenath, the destroyer among the trinity, had seen fit to bless their son with his teachings. It was a sign of divine favour so profound that it momentarily lifted all burdens from her heart.



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From that day forward, the entirety of the household steadfastly maintained the lie that Vasusena had journeyed to Mahendragiri and returned without acquiring any significant skills. He joined the army alongside his father, taking up the role of a charioteer. This semblance of normalcy persisted for a few uneventful months until the day Sage Parashurama arrived unexpectedly at their doorstep. The nature of the conversation between Vasusena and the revered sage remained a deeply held secret, yet its aftermath plunged their family into unexpected and profound turmoil.



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When it became apparent that Vasusena was the source of Lord Parashurama's deep grief, she found herself reprimanding him sharply for the first time. His actions had inadvertently made them social outcasts, and her heart was weighed down with a mix of anger, disappointment, and fear.



"Father, you were present in the royal court during my trial, weren't you?" Vasusena asked, maintaining a calm demeanour that contrasted starkly with the palpable tension surrounding them. "Do you recall the questions I posed and the precise answers that Lord Parashurama provided?"



Her husband's memory of the events was vivid and clear. "Lord Parashurama himself admitted that I spoke no lies and did not insult him in a fit of anger. If the truth offends him, how can that possibly be my fault?"



"You told Lord Parashurama that learning from him was akin to a goat trusting a butcher," Adhiratha said, his voice laden with frustration and disbelief.



She gasped in fear, her heart skipping a beat. Her Vasu said what?



"Sage Parashurama conveyed these exact words to Mahaamahim Bhishma, didn't he?" Vasu asked with a slight, knowing smile. "Father, do you truly believe his words?"



"I don't know what to believe anymore, Vasu," his father replied, his voice cracking with emotional strain.



"Do you genuinely believe that Sage Parashurama is telling the whole truth?" Radha interjected, her voice laced with desperation and concern.



"He is an incarnation of Vishnu, Radha. We must believe him," Her husband said solemnly, clinging to his faith.



"Sage Parashurama claimed that I uttered those words, didn't he?"



"Yes, Vasu. But why? Why would you say such a thing to Lord Parashurama?"



"If Sage Parashurama himself acknowledged that everything I said was true, then my words must hold truth. He swore in front of Shivalinga that I haven't uttered a single lie, father. However, not everyone can understand this," Vasusena explained calmly, his voice steady yet filled with an underlying pain.



"Whether he lied or spoke the truth, trusting him is as perilous for me as a goat trusting a butcher. Because if I said those words, then by his own admission, he's intent on killing me. If he lied and I didn't say those words, he has set the entirety of Aryavartha against me, marking me as adharmi, and a target for many."



"What are you implying, Vasusena?" she cried out, overtaken by fear.



"Guru Parashuram didn't want to take me as a disciple without any consequence, Amma." Vasusena said, his tone light but his eyes betraying the sadness in his heart."I would receive half education from him. After that, he'd engineer unfair circumstances where I would be cursed by him no matter what I do."



She and her husband shuddered, unable to comprehend the gravity of their son's words. "Is this true, Vasusena?" Radha asked, her voice barely a whisper.



Vasusena simply nodded, the weight of his secrets apparent. The question of why the great sage would desire his death lingered heavily in the air.



"There are things I wish not to burden you with," Vasusena bowed his head. "Please do not press me further. Up until now, I committed only two adharmas. One is that I was the cause of sorrow to Lord Parashurama. The second one is something I can never reveal to you because it will lead our family to ruin. I have a boon from Parameshwara which allows me to see the future if I wish to. But today that boon brought suffering to our family. But I request you not to grow hatred in your hearts against the great sage. He is bound by his duty to do so."



"Vasu..." Her husband embraced him tightly.



"Entering knowingly into a trap from which I cannot escape is akin to suicide," Vasusena's voice cracked as tears welled in their eyes. "And suicide is a adharma. But to avoid that adharma, I have inadvertently plunged our family into this abyss. The children might not forgive me, but... please please forgive me, Amma."



Radha's heart broke hearing her son's heartfelt plea. Within weeks of Sage Parashurama's visit, her husband fell ill. Vasusena stepped up, joining the army full-time to provide for the family. He also dissuaded his siblings from enlisting, promising to train them himself. Given their precarious societal standing, she and her husband agreed without hesitation.



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Three months later, Vasusena purchased a vast field on the outskirts of Hasthinapur, where the family resettled. These days, his closeness with Prince Suyodhana meant he spent more time at the palace than at home. Today, however, he had a day off and was out in the field, tilling the soil, under the watchful eyes of his mother.



Radha saw her child's turning alert abruptly before he relaxed. He immediately halted his work, cleaned himself slightly, and then urgently requested all the family members to go inside. The children obeyed his advice unquestioningly, but she lingered, questioning him about his sudden tension.



"We are about to have a guest here, amma," he explained. His tone suggested that this guest was not the tax collector, the only visitor typically permitted into their quaint home. This was someone whom her child did not welcome but had to do so. However, as far as she knew, no one could ever cross the boundary line drawn by her son. Seeing the question in her eyes, her son gave her a soft, reassuring smile.



"Amma... I drew Lakshmana rekha around our house," he said, his smile turning bitter. "But the Lakshmana rekha will never stop Sri Rama Chandra."



Sri Rama Chandra signifies a Vishnu avatar. The arrival of a Vishnu Avatar to other houses would have been a joyous occasion as the Vishwadhipathi is arriving at their house. But to this house, it meant a potential death sentence for the eldest son of the house. "Guru Parashuram?" she questioned anxiously.



Vasu shook his head. "The current Vishnu Avatar, amma."



Footsteps approached, and just outside the boundary her son had drawn, a teenager appeared.



Standing there, right outside their humble home, was a boy whose presence was so striking, it bordered on the surreal. His skin was dark as rich mahogany but carried an inexplicable warm blue undertone, reminiscent of a starless night sky. It glowed softly in the dim morning light, giving him an otherworldly aura. White dots were painted on his browbones and cheekbones, and a U-shaped tilaka shone like distant stars against his skin. Adorned with golden earrings and a necklace, holding a flute in one hand, he wore a bright yellow dhoti and a red angavastra.



Though not particularly tall, especially compared to the people in the palace, he carried himself with an elegance and composure that suggested a maturity beyond his apparent years. A vibrant peacock feather was neatly tucked into his dark, curly hair, adding a playful yet regal touch to his overall appearance. His eyes, large and expressive, radiated calm and knowledge, seemingly harbouring endless stories and secrets. This boy, with his unique features and serene demeanour, stood silently, his lips curved in a gentle, reassuring smile. His presence exuded no threat, only a profound sense of peace that enveloped the surrounding space.



"Won't you invite me in, Vasusena?" The enchanting boy's voice soothed the raw edges of her heart, bringing her contentment for the first time in many days. His very presence calmed her soul.



"I don't need to invite you, Keshav," her son replied in a clipped tone, which quickly extinguished the budding happiness in her heart. He had previously mentioned that it was this Vishnu avatar's duty to eliminate people like her Vasusena. Was he here to kill her child? "The entire universe is yours."



Proving her son's words true, the beautiful teenager effortlessly crossed the Lakshmana Rekha drawn outside their house. "Amma... please go inside," he requested solemnly. "He's here for me."



"Vasu..." Bile rose in her throat, as she wasn't ready to lose her child at such a young age.



"What did you tell her to be so terrified of me, Vrisha?" The current Vishnu avatar, Keshav, complained in an irritated tone, though a hint of playfulness underlined his words. Vrisha? He referred to her son as Vrisha, a name meaning a person who is truthful in speech, observant of vows, kind even to foes, and devoted. Why would the gods want to kill such a child? "You do know that I was not the one who was destined to kill you," he added. Those words comforted her slightly, indirectly confirming that he wouldn't harm her child for now.



"Amma, bring the butter we have stored," Vasu requested. Turning towards the current incarnation of the preserver, he asked, "You once said you wouldn't eat at the house of an enemy because you don't want to grant him any favours. Would you eat at this enemy's house, Vasudeva?"



Keshav's lips thinned in slight irritation. "You considered me your well-wisher, Radheya."



"And you considered me to be the trunk of Adharma and the final obstacle in the path of Dharma," her son responded, smiling nonchalantly.



"I did," the peacock-feathered deity agreed. "So you no longer consider me your friend, then?" His gaze made it clear that any offering was unnecessary.



"I don't consider you as an enemy at least. It would be foolish to do so," Vasu retorted. He then looked at his mother, signalling her to leave them to their privacy. Both men then walked into the field, away from prying eyes and ears, to continue their conversation.



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"You do know that lying to one's parents is a sin, don't you daanveer?" Devakinandhana spoke to him conversationally, the faint hint of amusement playing at the edges of his voice.



"An extra punishment of 'Sulaprotham' will be added to the long list of punishments I am to receive when I reach the abode of Yama, Keshav." He replied in a sarcastic tone, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as if mocking the weight of his own words.



"Bholenath taught you very well." Krishna sighed a note of respect and perhaps a trace of sadness weaving through his words. "You have changed a lot, Karna."



"Why are you here, Padmanabha?" Speaking to Krishna for an extended period of time is not something he likes to do these days. Despite everything, he did respect him a lot. But extensive interactions weren't conducive to his goals in this life, so he cut straight to the point, his gaze piercing and direct.



"You are angry, Vrisha." The eighth incarnation of Narayana spoke in a soft tone, his voice calm and steady, attempting to soothe the charged atmosphere. "I am one of the people who wronged you the most. So I'm here to make amends."



Karna was not impressed by those words and it showed on his face, his expression stiffening as his eyes remained locked with Krishna's. "Amends? A potter won't ask forgiveness from the clay, Keshav." The words spoken were harsh but his eyes remained soft, betraying the inner conflict. "Niyathi has moulded me into the person I am. You are just doing your duty. You are the one who said one should never ask forgiveness for doing one's duty. So tell me really... why are you here?"



"The same reason why I came to you that day. To request you to fight on the side of your brothers, Vasusena." Krishna's reply came with a gentle yet firm insistence, aiming to reach the heart he closed off for anyone except for his dearest friend.



Karna smiled softly at those words, the irony not lost on him. "I'm fighting on the side of dharma, Madhav." He replied confidently. "After all, I did promise Adiyogi that I would never fight for adharma, didn't I?"



"And yet you have decided to fight on the side of Suyodhana," Krishna spoke scathingly, his tone shifting as he addressed the deeper, more painful parts of their discourse. "You decided to raise weapons again for his sake. You would have your parents believe that Parameshwar was the first god you called upon, but that's actually a lie. You called Anjaniputra and received Brahmastra from him to kill Shakuni. He was currently innocent, and yet you killed him in cold blood."



"There are not many sins I wouldn't commit for Suyodhana, Vasudeva." His smile turned cold, a chill passing through his words. "I decided to kill the Gandharraj and wanted to lay down my weapons. Because I am Suyodhana's arms and Gandharraj Shakuni was his mind. I thought if Gandharraj and I were not by his side, he would grow up to be a decent person without poison in his heart. I foolishly killed him, but Amitvikram showed me the futility of my actions. So from that day onwards... I started to plan."



"Bajrangbali should have never revealed that truth to you," Krishna lamented, a frown crossing his divine features.



"He did, and because of that, we have to turn into co-workers, Krishna." Vasusena grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "We don't have to be friendly for our job to be done. Just have to respect each other enough," Krishna was confused. He didn't like Vasusena in his previous life and he could sense the feeling was mutual. Why on earth is Vasusena calling both of them co-workers?

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After removing the armour from his body, Vasusena began to internalize and hum the Hanuman Chalisa, devoting his entire being to the praise of Bajrangbali. This act wasn't apparent to others and even his parents misconstrued his refusal to eat or drink as mourning for his brother, unaware that he was actually engaged in deep spiritual chants, hoping to invoke the divine presence of the servant of Sri Rama Chandra.



Surprisingly, in less than one month of his fervent chants, Amitvikram manifested before him in all his divine majesty.



This was peculiar for two primary reasons. The first reason is that it typically takes several years of severe penance for such a deity to respond to one's call, yet Amitvikram had appeared before him in less than a month.



The second, and perhaps more striking reason, was that Anjanisuta would typically avoid causing any difficulties for a Vishnu avatar. However, his wish was likely to create numerous obstacles for Vishnu's avatar. Under normal circumstances, he might have approached another god for assistance—perhaps even his father, Surya, who would have been sufficiently powerful to fulfil his wish.



Having resolved to never engage in battle again, Vasusena found himself with no need for his armour and earrings. Yet, these items, being divine gifts, could not be easily disposed of; none of the gods seemed willing to accept the Kavach and Kundal as offerings, primarily because they were the property of Surya dev. Vasusena harboured a deep loathing for Indradev and was unfamiliar with other deities who might take these items off his hands. Only Bajrangbali would likely agree to take them since doing so was aligned with the plans of the Vishnu avatar.



Standing before him was Hanuman, whose imposing figure exuded divine strength and robustness. His skin glowed the colour of burnished copper, reflecting his fiery dedication and celestial origins. Muscles flowed under his skin like rivers of power, each movement demonstrating his exceptional physical strength and agility. His face, framed by a thick mane of dark hair, bore deep-set tawny eyes that shone with wisdom and compassion. A vermilion tilak on his forehead marked his spiritual mastery and devotion. Draped in a simple saffron cloth, Bajrangbali managed to radiate humility despite his formidable appearance. His tail swayed over his head in lazy patterns, signalled his readiness and perpetual vigilance. Adorning his ears were earrings crafted from an amalgamation of gold, silver, iron, copper, and tin.



With a gesture of deep respect, Vasusena bowed before him. In a voice filled with kindness, the companion of Sri Rama prompted him to request a boon.



"I seek the knowledge of the Brahmastra—the method to wield it and the technique to recall it. I ask for this knowledge to be used for just one hour. In exchange, I request you to take these armour and earrings and return them to my father," Vasusena stated earnestly.



Karna was uncertain whether his request would be granted. He desired to use the Brahmastra to eliminate Gandharraj Shakuni, whose influence was pivotal in the unfolding political saga that was steering towards a great war. For the war to proceed as foreseen, Shakuni's presence was crucial. By removing himself and Gandharraj from the equation, the progression to war could be halted, contradicting the strategic plans of Krishna, which relied on the war's occurrence. Thus, he was apprehensive about whether the Monkey God would acquiesce to his request.



Hanuman, without a moment's hesitation, imparted the knowledge necessary to wield the Brahmastra. However, in the heart of Vasusena, a seed of doubt grew. Life is not easy or fair for him. Others would have felt blessed by their good luck but life taught him severe lessons which made him weary of easy paths. So decided to test the Lakshmanapraanadaata.



Instead of directing the Brahmastra at Shakuni, he aimed it towards Devi Rukmini, the chief consort of Krishna, while loudly pronouncing her name and observing Bajrangbali's reaction. Strangely, there was no sign of the intense fury typically displayed by Hanuman whenever harm threatened the happiness of his lord. There was anger in his eyes, yes, but there was only helplessness which is not something usually in this Mahaveer.



Devi Rukmini is revered as the incarnation of Mata Lakshmi. Her previous incarnation, Devi Sita, was extremely significant to Anjanisuta. Bajrangbali, who held Devi Sita, along with Rama and Lakshmana, in his heart, showed anger but not the ferocious rage expected under such circumstances. Why was this so? The successful deployment of the Brahmastra would certainly result in her death. In his previous life, just because he hit Krishna with an arrow, it provoked Bajrangbali to a formidable rage, necessitating Krishna himself to intervene and pacify him. Yet, here he stood, seemingly helpless. What was the explanation for this anomaly?



His test was done... so Vasusena quickly retracted the Brahmastra before it could leave the vicinity of Hathinapur, casting a puzzled glance at the servant of Sri Ramachandra. Something was profoundly amiss in this scenario. With his extensive experience, he recognized that possessing only partial knowledge was exceptionally hazardous. Upon the retraction of the Brahmastra, Raamesht appeared relieved, yet his eyes betrayed a hint of pity.



Unwilling to linger on uncertainties, Karna strung another arrow and this time released the Brahmastra towards Gandharraj as he approached his sister's chamber. Upon impact, Gandharraj's body disintegrated, leaving only his head, which tragically fell at the feet of his sister, Queen Gandhari.



Once again, only pity was visible in the eyes of the devout follower of Rama. "May I inquire why you gaze upon me with such pity, Pavanaputra?" Vasusena asked softly.



"You are a mere mortal attempting to defy destiny, Suryaputra," Anjaniputra responded gently. "Your intentions are for your friend's sake. Nonetheless, no matter your actions, the future will only remember Suyodhana as the epitome of Adharma. Both of you will be remembered for the deeds enacted in your previous life. Your efforts, Vasusena, are ultimately in vain. Niyathi is immutable."



Karna, suppressing his burgeoning anger, stared intently at the most formidable of Vanaras. "I am no longer participating in the war on Suyodhana's behalf. With no Gandharraj to corrupt his thoughts, I have already altered Niyathi, Uddhikraman."



"Reflect on these ancient words, Vasusena: 'Bhrama rasina aa raatanu aa Brahmane cherupaledu,' and 'Shivuni agnya lenidhe cheemaina kuttadu,'" the deity stated, his eyes filled with pity as he vanished from sight.



(The first adage translates to "Once Brahma writes someone's fate, even he cannot alter it." The second means "Without Shiva's command, not even an ant can bite.")



Chilled by these ominous declarations, Karna trembled. A deity would never lie; they might obscure truths or mislead, but never would they outright lie. What crucial piece of the puzzle was he missing?



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"Those words sent you into a frenzy, Vasusena," Krishna spoke, his voice gentle, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Because throughout this lifetime, your primary aim has been to alter the fate of Suyodhana. So, you have now decided to confront even Parameshwar in your effort to change his destiny. Your loyalty to him is deeply profound."



"I'm merely fulfilling my dharma as a friend, Madhav," Vasusena sighed softly, his tone laced with a mix of resignation and determination. "In my previous life, I failed in every duty related to Suyodhana. I'm just trying to win where I previously lost, Keshav. Whatever failures haunted me in my past life, I am striving to rectify them now. Every dharma that I failed to perform then, I am determined to fulfil in this life."



"So you have raised your arms again."



"A man who is incapable of participating in war has no right to ask for peace, Keshav," Karna replied, his smile blithe yet containing a hint of sadness. His eyes, however, were hard, reflecting a warrior's readiness to embrace the path that lay ahead.



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In less than nine months, Vasusena completed the exhaustive education traditionally imparted to the sutas. His parents, driven by a mixture of compassion and a glimmer of hope for his future, steered him towards enlisting in the formidable army of Hasthinapur at a remarkably tender age. Despite his youth, he possessed a comprehensive understanding of the teachings typically disseminated during training.



However, the arduous task ahead involved moulding his physique to execute the demanding feats expected of a warrior. This physical metamorphosis proved excruciating, especially due to the removal of his kavach and kundal. Because the appropriate remedies were not done properly, the aftermath left his chest and back adorned with a tapestry of grotesque scars.



Nevertheless, spurred on by the pressing urgency of time, he pushed forward, swallowing his pain and discomfort as the fate of his friend hung precariously on his actions, compelling him to act swiftly. There is not much time left before his brothers arrive in Hasthinapur. Before their arrival, he strove to change the fate of his dear friend.



Immediately upon completing his rudimentary training, he lied to his parents that he would make a journey to Mahendragiri to study under the esteemed Sage Parashuram if he accepted him as his student. Departing from the capital, he embarked on a week-long trek along the riverbank before submerging himself in its depths to commence his rigorous tapasya.



Oddly enough, even though his penance was severe, the divine couple Parvathi-Parameshwara materialized before him in less than a year. This usually was not the case.



As he immersed himself in rigorous tapasya, one day he was pulled out of the womb of the second wife of Maheshwara. On opening his eyes, the divine couple, Parvathi-Parameshwar, appeared before him, manifesting a harmonious blend of destruction and compassion, emblematic of their dual nature.

Lord Shiva, the Adiyogi, stood majestic and formidable, his presence marked by a serene yet potent energy. Cloaked in a tiger skin, which symbolized his dominion over both the primal and spiritual realms, his skin emitted a soft, unearthly glow. The crescent moon nestled within his matted locks cast a serene light across his tranquil visage, and his third eye, a beacon of divine wisdom, glowed subtly yet fiercely.



Beside him, Goddess Parvathi radiated with grace and benevolence. Her attire, rich with vibrant colours and intricate patterns, spoke of life and the nurturing aspect of the universe. She stood as a pillar of strength and support beside Shiva, her gentle expression a stark contrast to his stern countenance, yet equally commanding respect and reverence. Her presence complemented Shiva's austerity, bringing warmth and accessibility to the divine encounter.



Together, their presence was a powerful display of the universe's dual essence—creation and destruction, austerity and abundance, serenity and intensity. The air around them vibrated with the sacred chant of Om, resonating deep within his soul. This encounter with Parvathi-Parameshwar was not merely a visual experience but a transformative one, elevating his spiritual journey to a new realm of consciousness.



Although grateful for these divine manifestations, he found himself grappling with confusion. Many devout yogis dedicated their entire lives to seeking divine darshan yet remained bereft of such experiences. He couldn't fathom why he, not particularly renowned for his devotion, was bestowed with these divine visitations. Despite his bewilderment, he opted not to question his good fortune and humbly bowed before the Trilokanatha.



"Except for immortality, my child, ask for anything," the Adiyogi's voice resonated softly.



"Please, can you alter the fate of my friend, Bholenath?" Vasusena pleaded with the destroyer of the trinity.



"You have already changed the fate of your friend in this universe, Vasusena," Pasupatha responded calmly.



He was flabbergasted at those words. Bajrangbali has said that Niyathi is immutable. However, Parameshwar is saying that Niyathi has already changed due to his actions. Either one of them must be lying, because both statements cannot turn out to be true at the same time.



"Neither I nor Pavanaputra are speaking a lie, Vasusena," Chandraprakash spoke in a serene tone. "Both these statements are true. Find out the way why both of them are true and then come to me."



After a week of introspection, Vasusena returned to beseech his boon. "I want to change the fate of my friend Suyodhana in a way that does not necessitate the destruction of this universe in your hands, Pasupatha."



Because if Niyathi had already changed, the only reason why people would remember Suyodhana as evil would be if this universe will be destroyed. Maheshwara said that in this universe, Suyodhana's niyathi has been changed. But the only way people would remember him as an adharmi would happen only if this universe is destroyed.



And the only God capable of destroying a universe is Bholenath himself.



Shiva smiled at those words. "That's not my duty, Vasusena. That's your duty. You can't ask me to do your duty."



Keeping a calm mind, Karna then spoke. "So then teach me how to do this duty, Adiyogi."



"Very well," Gangadhara spoke smiling softly. "I have a condition. I will show you the entire story surrounding the war. After you have seen it... I'll ask you a few questions. Answer them right... I'll give you whatever boon you ask for. Answer them wrong you have to leave this place with whatever boon I give to you without a complaint."



After he agreed to those terms, Lord Shiva placed his hand on Vasusena's head and poured all the memories of the lives of everyone who participated in the Kurukshetra and the people around them. After assimilating all the memories sent into his head, he fell to the ground panting in pain.



"Are you ready, Vasusena?" Mahakala asked in a hard tone. When Radheya nodded, Parameshwar asked his first question.



"Who is the greatest warrior after Krishna in the war?" Without any hesitation, Karna answered "Arjuna." "Why do you think so, Vrisha?"



"A brave man dies once, a coward dies a hundred times." was the answer. "Arjuna was the greatest warrior because he never felt fear and never retreated from any battle. He always won whenever he fought. The help from Krishna made him powerful yes but Krishna himself chose him as his instrument. That alone shows his proficiency."



"Who is the most dangerous person who participated in the war that made the downfall of Kaurav Sena a forgone conclusion?" Karna took his time to answer this question. He took some time answering this question but he couldn't find anyone who made the death of Kaurav Sena a foregone conclusion.



"Sahadeva." was the answer. Bholenath smiled and asked him to elaborate.



"Yato Dharma Tato Krishna Yato Krishna Tato Jaya," Vasusena spoke softly. "Where Krishna is there is Dharma. Where Dharma is there victory will be present.



The Kaurav Sena lost the war because they were outwitted by a child who was less than ten years old.



Sahadeva had come upon this profound knowledge quite by happenstance. During a moment of profound existential meditation beside the dying body of his father, he noticed ants emerging from the carcass, carrying bits of wisdom in the form of flesh. Consuming these ants, Sahadeva absorbed this esoteric knowledge, an act which transformed his understanding of the universe and his place within it. Aware of the weight of the knowledge he possessed, Krishna, foreseeing the implications it could have on the war, granted him a boon."



Pasupatha continued to smile warmly, the pride in his eyes unmistakable. "The boon Sahadeva asked from Krishna was deceptively simple yet profoundly impactful. He got the promise from Krishna that he would always remain by the side of his Pandava brothers. Moreover, he added a condition — if any of his legitimate brothers were to fall in battle, Krishna himself would have to immolate himself.



With this single boon, Sahadeva not only ensured direct protection by the avatar of Vishnu but also cleverly guaranteed the victory of his siblings. This boon cleverly tied the fate of Krishna to that of the Pandavas, ensuring that the side of dharma, the side Krishna represented, would inevitably be theirs.



Thus, a ten-year-old child ingeniously secured the victory for the Pandavas. By having Krishna on his side, that their deeds would be always seen as Dharma and his brothers would be forever celebrated as paragons of virtue in the annals of history. Foolish child, he never knew the cost of his promise"



"I said that you are the person who is chosen to change the fate of the people who fought in the war." Mahadeva hummed softly. "So tell me Vasusena, why are you chosen?"



What kind of a question is that? How on earth is he supposed to give an answer to this? "This is a difficult question... so take your time and answer, Radheya. The answer lies in the weapons."



Weapons? The answer lies in weapons?



Vasusena mentally catalogued all the weapons in his mind. He then wrote down all the effects of all the astras he saw being used. He scrambled his mind for a very long time till he finally understood the answer. It took him a week but he managed to find the answer.



"I was chosen because Phalguna killed me using Pashupatastra." He answered in a humble tone. Shiva smiled. Vasusena has passed this test.



"How did you come to that conclusion?" Nagabhushana inquired, his voice laced with a soft, curious undertone.



"Because the rest of the tridev weapons are contradictions to their nature.



Brahma is revered as the creator within the Trinity, yet the use of Brahmastra results in the death of another, unless they possess a countermeasure." Karna began, his tone was reflective and analytical. He continued,



"However, the true essence of his personal astras can be seen in Bhramashira Astra. When deployed, it devastates every useful resource within a specified vicinity, rendering the land barren, unable to support even a single blade of grass. Furthermore, it is foretold that no rainfall will bless the land for twelve Brahma years (equivalent to 37.32 trillion human years) drastically worsening the climatic conditions. Ultimately, the Brahmashira Astra's deployment results in total annihilation.



Bhrama the creator wields an astra dissimilar to his very nature. His weapon is opposite of his domain- destruction."



Karna shifted his focus, "Even the Vaishnavastra represents a paradox to its creator. Lord Vishnu, the upholder of dharma, demands adherence to rules for righteous living.



But if one cannot counter the Vaishnavastra, the only recourse is to disarm and surrender, an act fundamentally against every principle of warfare unless you are willing to surrender to your enemy. This weapon also kills by eroding the spiritual merit of its target—ironic, given that Lord Vishnu typically rewards spiritual merit.



Even the Narayanastra shares this paradox, the more you fight for your side, your death is certain. Vishnu is the custodian of rules, but his weapon is a maverick that encourages breaking the rules of war." Karna reflected, his gaze distant.



Pashupatastra... no one knows what it does except for the fact that if it is used on lower-level warriors the entire universe will be destroyed. Those were the words spoken by you. But the law of the universe does not work that way. Mass or energy can neither be created nor destroyed. So when a person is hit by Pasupatastra... the old universe will be hung in balance by you and compare it with the new universe.



You are the destroyer of the trinity. But all the personal astras of the trinity are in contradiction to their nature. Pashupatastra, your weapon is the creator of a new world. Without destruction, there is no creation.



You along with Mata Parvathi and Mata Kali have dominion over time. The person who is hit by Pasupatastra will be given another chance to change their niyathi...



Karna's voice softened, "However your words cannot be rendered false, so you would obliterate a universe overwhelmed by sin. You'll balance both the universe's future sin and destroy the universe which has more sin.



Thus, if I seek to change my friend's fate, I must ensure this world harbours less sin in future than the one before. I was set up for failure. How can my actions possibly rival the sagacity of a Narayana avatar?" A smile tinged with helplessness crossed his face, revealing his understanding of the daunting challenge he faced, all within an illusion that would ultimately be shattered by Shiva.



"Till now, many have walked this path, Vasusena. Indrajit, Ravana, Drona, and Bhishma, among others—they all faltered, each in their own way. Yet, you are the first to understand this truth. By chance you are the first to advance this far," Maheswara's response was devoid of emotion as he spoke, his gaze piercing.



"People venerate us without truly understanding us," Maheswara continued, his tone imbued with a hint of lament.'" Even we, the tridev, are not without a dark side.



Brahma was the creator of both Devas and Asuras. Because of him, I was called Adhibhikshuvu.



Vishnu usually resorts to deception to achieve his ends, and I, despite my frustrations with Vishnu's trickery, often let it pass. I along with Bhrama are perceived as a deity unbiased towards Devas or Asuras, yet when we grant boons to Asuras, they always contain a loophole for Vishnu to exploit.



Sometimes even when I knew they were deceived by Vishnu, I ended their lives because we choose the greater good over the lives of few."



"I offer chances even to Asuras to see if they can transform their destinies," Shiva's voice softened, hinting at a profound sorrow for the misunderstood. "Those familiar to you—Bhishma, Drona, Ashwatthama, even Suyodhana—had their opportunities in alternate universes. None grasped the essential truth of existence. Because if had they done so, I wouldn't need to obliterate their universes.



This task I have given you is not hopeless, believe me. The solution is simple to grasp but arduous to execute. Many before you, blinded by ego, believed they understood more than they did and carried on with their lives without knowing why the chance was ever given to them. This allowed adharma to spread unchecked in those universes and I had to destroy it.



They failed to see beyond their narrow perspective, mistaking temporary victories for lasting success, never questioning the reason behind their second chances. Unlike them, you stumbled upon this knowledge by mistake and have progressed this far," Shiva's gaze was intense, probing.



"You are the first to truly understand the implications of my weapon and the burdens it imposes. Now, knowing all this, do you intend to give up?" Shiva challenged.



Vasusena merely smiled bitterly, an acknowledgement of the effort required. His work was akin to a ram endeavouring to topple a mountain—daunting, yet he was prepared to strive until his final breath.



"You have summoned both me and Devi Parvathi. What boon do you seek from us?" Shiva inquired, his demeanour gentle yet imposing.



"Grant me a calm mind and a discerning eye, Maheshwara," Vasusena requested quietly, his voice imbued with a profound yearning for wisdom and clarity. Shiva, responding to this plea, placed his right hand over Vasusena's head and his left hand over his eyes, blessing him profoundly.



"You shall surpass all in wisdom across Aryavartha, second only to Krishna. No illusion shall ever ensnare your mind, and with your intellect, you will absorb knowledge swifter than any mortal.



You asked for a discerning eye, so you will behold potential futures at will which will help you in taking the right path." Pinakapani proclaimed, his voice resonant with the power of his divinity.



"Remember, Vasusena," Shiva intoned gravely, "A man carves his destiny through his deeds, yet these deeds also steer the actions of the gods. Choose wisely, Vasusena."



When Devi Parvathi queried about his boon from her, Vasusena requested that both deities to guide him as teachers. He spent a year in their divine presence, absorbing wisdom at their feet. They imparted to him that the final mastery he must achieve was over his ripus (internal enemies). Shiva assured him that another teacher would be sent to aid him in this endeavour.



During the time he learnt under Shiva, he understood there was only one way to change their Niyathi. He planned out the future to the best of his capability and understanding. But all of that got messed up when Sage Parashuram was sent to him as his teacher.



In his anger and ego, he messed up. Because whatever has happened in his previous life, he should have more control over his anger and ego. If a person is cruel it doesn't mean you too should be. You are to be defined by your actions, not theirs. Lord Shiva had ordered him to gain more control over his ripus and he failed in that task.



That night Parameshwar came to him in a dream and berated him.



"You have failed your test, Karna," Parameshwar spoke to him in a disappointed tone. "I sent Lord Parashuram to you to see if you have gained control over your anger and ego. You have failed Vasusena."



"That was a test, Prabhu?" He asked in a bewildered tone.



"A test you failed miserably." was the reply. "If you had politely refused him, I'd have considered not punishing you for that transgression. But you mocked him by laughing at him in your ego and hurt him in your anger. Your anger was justified but that's no reason to take it out on him."



He bowed his head down in shame.



"Anyway if one fails a test he must receive a punishment," Shiva spoke softly. "You failed this test due to your anger and ego. So your punishment will come in the form of two obstacles. One will be filled with anger, the other will be filled with ego." Bholashankar declared. "I hope you will succeed in overcoming those obstacles, Vasusena."



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"The obstacle filled with ego is my mitra Suyodhana and the obstacle filled with anger is my Anuj Arjuna," Vasusena sighed deeply, a weariness lining his voice as if the weight of the world pressed upon his shoulders. "As if I don't have enough headaches already."



"Well, you should have controlled your anger and ego better then, Vasusena," Krishna responded, his tone light and teasing, a mischievous sparkle briefly dancing in his eyes before his expression turned grave. "You are, after all, the first person who found the answer to wielding Pashupatastra."



"I even found out how to prevent Shankara from annihilating this universe," Vasusena replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I just need to adhere to the blueprint you have crafted for us, Keshav. You are here for the purpose of dharmastapana. For this grand restoration of dharma, you have crafted a series of objectives that must be fulfilled. My role is merely to assist you in achieving these goals."



"I am aware of your objectives, Keshav, and how to adapt them to further my own goals. Because if dharmastapana is achieved... adharma will diminish and there will no longer be a need for Bholashankara to destroy this universe." His face radiated a serene happiness as he contemplated this future.



Krishna's lips thinned slightly, a subtle shift that might go unnoticed by those who did not know him well. Vasusena had not only discovered the key to altering Niyathi but was clever enough to twist it to his advantage. Any observant individual could discern his intentions from his actions—Sahadeva had already done so. It wasn't difficult for someone blessed to be the wisest in Aryavartha. Vasusena's earlier mention of them being co-workers now made profound sense.



Smiling serenely, Krishna spoke softly, the tone of his voice low and soothing. "It is not necessary for co-workers to harbour affection for one another, but it is essential that they do not harbour dislike either, Vrisha. I was partly responsible for your demise in your previous life, so I am here to make amends."



"Fair enough," Vasusena replied, his tone devoid of guile. "What do you propose, Madhav?"



"You may abuse me or curse me," Krishna offered calmly. "For the next five minutes, I am prepared to accept whatever you feel compelled to bestow upon me."



"You are allowing me to... even curse you?" Vasusena looked at the eighth incarnation of Vishnu, a puzzled expression on his face. "Really?"



"Yes, indeed."



"So whatever I bestow upon you, even a curse, you'll accept?" He asked, his voice a gentle murmur.



"I allowed Devi Gandhari to curse me, Vasusena. Because of my actions and words, she lost her hundred sons," Krishna confessed openly. "Because of my strategic decisions, you lost your life. Therefore, whatever you choose to bestow upon me, I will accept. After this exchange, let there be no animosity between us."



"So for the next five minutes, you'll accept anything I give?" Krishna nodded in confirmation. "Do you promise that, Keshava?"



"Yes."



"Very well," Vasusena agreed, his expression hardening momentarily. Krishna bowed his head, prepared to receive whatever Vasusena chose to inflict upon him.



"I, Vasusena, bless you to triumph in every battle you engage in." Krishna's expression became unreadable. "I bless that every strategy you devise succeeds flawlessly. I vow that once Suyodhana and I have established our kingdom, we will send the first harvest to you as an offering. A tenth of the taxes we collect will perpetually be yours. And whatever spiritual merit I have accumulated up to now... I donate it all to you." His stern expression softened into a small, genuine smile. "Furthermore, I forgive you for every transgression you have committed or planned against me. I have nothing further to say, Madhava."



"I assumed you would curse me, Vasusena," Krishna replied, his voice devoid of emotion.



Vasusena's small smile transformed into full-blown laughter, a rich, resonant sound that filled the space between them. "Parameshwar blessed me to be the wisest in all of Aryavartha, second only to you, Nandhagopala. I often pondered why Bajrangabali visited me merely a month into my tapasya. After receiving memories from Shiva, my confusion only deepened. To eliminate individuals like me is one of the reasons for your reincarnation on this earth.



And Amitvikram holds too much affection for you to assist your adversary. Even after my attempt on Devi Rukmini's life, he refrained from ending mine. I was bewildered until I learned of your history with Sudhama. Whatever is given to Krishna in sincerity... is returned manifold.



A handful of parched rice given to Krishna will yield luxurious palaces. If one donates their punya, they will reach the highest of heavens. If one gives their sins to Krishna, they are doomed to eternal torment in the lowest realms of hell. If you cursed Krishna... your very name will be taken as a curse for the generations to come.



Due to your actions, Keshav, a debt has been established between us. This debt brought Bajrangbali to me within weeks of my tapasya. Due to this debt, he was powerless to harm me even when I was poised to hurt you. Because of this bond, within a year of my penance, Parvathi-Parameshwara graced me with their presence to fulfil my spiritual endeavour.



There are four from the past world to whom you are indebted to. They are Mata Gandhari, Abhimanyu, Ekalavya, and myself.



The guileless Abhimanyu, whom you sacrificed not for justice but to provoke Phalguna into winning the war.



Mata Gandhari, whose sons perished not for their collective guilt but for the misdeeds of but two.



Ekalavya, whose life you claimed solely because his presence was inconvenient.



And I, Vasusena, who despite adhering to the codes of war, fell by your machinations. Because even before I walked on the path of adharma you planned my downfall. Even before I strayed from the path of dharma, you instigated Guru Parashuram and Bhoodevi to curse me. You committed adharma to protect dharma, Krishna. This debt has now settled upon your soul, binding us as tightly as Devi Amba and Mahamahim Bhishma are."



Krishna's lips tightened at these words, a visible sign of his inability to retract his earlier promise. He was bound to accept this offering. And whatever he accepts it would be returned a thousandfold. By his actions instead of weakening him, he made Vasusena near immortal.



The debt he owed to Abhimanyu, Ekalavya, and Vasusena, would have been fulfilled in their next lives.



Unfortunately, Vasusena had returned because Phalguna had employed the Pashupatastra rather than the Anjalikastra. This particular debt had allowed Vasusena to acquire blessings at an accelerated rate that rendered him nearly invincible.



It would not prove too bothersome since Parameshwara typically annihilates the universe created by Pashupatastra. However, Vasusena stood out as the first to potentially halt this cataclysmic event.



"You thought by letting you hurt me, you'd escape this debt and I'd be cursed, didn't you, Keshav?" Vasusena's smile vanished and his face turned blank, serious. "Two birds with one stone, huh? Trying to clear your own guilt while blaming me."



"People in Kaliyuga will curse Devi Gandhari, won't they? You've said that you allowed her to curse you. But in Kaliyuga, a harsh curse will become famous: 'You are like Gandhari who has eyes yet chose not to see.' Many fools in the next era will mock her."



"Mata Gandhari loved both the Kauravas and Pandavas equally. She was the one who berated Suyodhana, Susshashana, and me fiercely for our shameful actions during the dice game. Mata Gandhari, cleverly blessed Sairandhri even after recognizing her not as Bhanumati but as Paanchali in disguise. Do you really think she couldn't tell who was who? She is a woman who could recognize her children just by their footsteps. She blessed Dharma to win, even though it meant her sons would die.



"Such a devoted and pious woman will be wrongly cursed by the idiots in Kaliyuga. Her great sacrifices will be mocked by those who don't have even one-tenth of her courage. They will call her a 'kujanani,' a bad mother, not understanding her struggles or her wisdom." As Vasusena spoke these words, Krishna noticed his knuckles turn white as he tried hard to control his anger.



"This is my duty, Vasusena," Krishna spoke gently but firmly. "I can't and won't ask forgiveness for what I've done and will do."



"I'm not really expecting an apology, Keshav," Vasusena managed to calm his anger and cracked a small smile. "I thought we were allies. I promised Parameshwara that I'd always follow Dharma. And here you are yet, still trying to kill me."



"I guess it was naive and proud of me to think that a God would be a well-wisher or a co-worker to someone he sees as unworthy."



"You did promise Parameshwar to always follow Dharma. You also said that any dharma you missed in past lives, you'd make up for in this one," Krishna reminded him, his voice steady. Karna nodded. "Then why aren't you standing with your brothers, who are linked to you not just by blood but by their just cause?"



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