"P-Please S-Stop!"
"I-I will punish them, b-but p-please don't kill t-them they are m-my son... NO! THEY ARE YOUR BROTHER PLEASE!!!"
"I BEG OF YOU PLEASE THEY MADE A MISTAKE BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL THEM!" "I WILL DO ANYTHING...I AM YOUR MOTHER TOO!!!"
But all she got was a gaze devoid of emotions like a stone statue, a Gaze that pierces right through her. Her heart sank as she realized that her plea was falling on deaf ears. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by her trembling voice and the deep, heavy breaths of the one she addressed.
Before her stood Angraj- No a DEVIL! who was her son whom she abandoned right after he was born, Covered in the blood of those who tried to stop him while in the corner seven girls could be seen crying holding the dead body of another girl, Kamini.
Kunti didn't know how all this came to be but it was a horrifying sight that had unfolded before her eyes. She had come to Hastinapur to witness the Kala Pradarshan and perhaps reconcile with her abandoned son, Karna, but now she was faced with a terrifying reality.
Karna's eyes, usually warm and full of kindness, were now cold and distant. It was as if he had transformed into a completely different person, a ruthless warrior capable of committing unimaginable acts.
The dead bodies of the young men who had accompanied Karna lay at his feet, the result of his terrifying display of power and combat prowess.
The room was stained with blood, and the air was heavy with tension and fear. Kunti's heart ached as she watched the scene unfold. She had hoped for a reunion with her son, a chance to make amends for her past actions, but now she feared for the safety of her other sons who were also in Hastinapur.
She had never imagined that Karna's anger and resentment would lead to such a tragic outcome. She knew that the past could not be erased, but she had hoped for a chance to heal the wounds and build a relationship with him.
"P-Please, Karna," Kunti stammered, her voice quivering with fear and sorrow. "I never wanted this to happen. I came to see you, to be a part of your life. I never intended for any of this." Karna remained silent, his gaze unmoving.
It was as though he could not hear her words or was choosing not to. Draupadi and the other girls in the room were distraught, mourning the loss of their friend, Kamini. The once joyful and exciting atmosphere had turned into a nightmare.
"Then choose me or them?" Kunti's eyes welled up with tears, and she struggled to find the words to respond. She understood the gravity of the situation and the terrible choice that Karna had presented her.
The bond between a mother and her child was a powerful one, and the pain of seeing her son become a ruthless warrior was overwhelming.
She was torn between her loyalty to her sons, the Pandavas, and her abandoned son, Karna. The guilt of abandoning Karna and the love she felt for her other sons battled within her heart.
"Karna, I cannot choose between you and my other sons," Kunti said, her voice choked with emotion. "You are all my children, and I love you all. I wish for peace and reconciliation, not more bloodshed."
"Them, it is?" "NOOOOOOO!!!" Boom! A head burst like a watermelon, Bhima paid the price for his actions now it's others turn~ NOOOOOO!!!! "...ther..." "Mo...r..." "wa... u..." "MOTHER WAKE UP!!!" GRASP!
Huff, Huff, That...was a...dream? Kunti's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in a dimly lit room. She was surrounded by a feeling of dread and the echoes of her own voice crying out in despair. Her heart raced as she realized that the horrifying scene she had witnessed was indeed a dream.
Breathing heavily, Kunti tried to calm herself, reminding herself that her sons were safe, and she hadn't faced the nightmarish choice the dream had presented.
It had been a vivid and disturbing nightmare, a reflection of her deepest fears and regrets. "Mother, Are you okay?" Kunti's head jerked slightly at the sound of her son Yudhishthira's voice.
Her eyes met his concerned gaze as he hovered over her, his face etched with worry. She reached out and placed a trembling hand on his cheek, her voice quivering as she responded, "I'm... I'm fine, my son. Just a bad dream."
Yudhishthira's eyes softened with compassion as he gently held his mother's hand. "You were crying out in your sleep, Mother. It seemed like a terrible dream. Do you want to talk about it?"
Kunti shook her head, the memories of the nightmare still haunting her. "No, my dear. It was just a dream, a nightmare. I don't want to burden you with it."
Yudhishthira nodded understandingly but continued to watch over his mother with a protective concern. "If you ever wish to share your thoughts or concerns, Mother, please know that we are here for you. You don't have to carry your burdens alone."
Kunti managed a weak smile, touched by her son's compassion. "Thank you, Yudhishthira. Your love and support mean the world to me. Now, let's put this nightmare behind us and focus on the upcoming Kala Pradarshan."
As Kunti and Yudhishthira shifted their attention to the upcoming Kala Pradarshan, the haunting remnants of the dream began to fade. The nightmare served as a stark reminder of the unresolved tensions and complexities within their family, particularly regarding Karna. That was truly a dream...or not?
In the other part of the palace, Kamini gazed up at Karna with her big, expressive eyes, and she couldn't help but use her most potent and adorable weapon: the famous "puppy eyes" technique.
She tilted her head slightly, her lower lip quivering just a bit, and her eyes shimmered with innocence and vulnerability. Her cheeks had a slight rosy hue, enhancing her already enchanting beauty.
"You will make us lunch right~?" Blink~ Blink~ Karna couldn't help but be captivated by Kamini's endearing "puppy eyes." "But there are chefs here they can-" "We already told them not to~ and said that we have our own world-class chef~," Kamini said with pride overflowing her.
Mwuahaha~
Karna found himself unable to resist Kamini's request, captivated by her charming display of the legendary "puppy eyes." Her innocent and heartfelt plea was impossible to deny. He couldn't help but smile in response.
"All right, all right, my dear. I'll make us lunch," Karna agreed with a chuckle, his heart lightened by her presence. "After all, who could say no to such a persuasive request?"
Kamini immediately turned around and gave thumbs up to the remaining girls in the room who couldn't contain their laughter any longer, and the atmosphere was filled with joyful and light-hearted energy. Karna's willingness to prepare lunch, thanks to Kamini's "puppy eyes," had brought a sense of cheerfulness to the group.
As Karna headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch, Kamini's infectious laughter continued to fill the room. She and the other girls couldn't help but tease Karna about his "defeat" by the famous "puppy eyes."
They knew that despite his formidable warrior status, Karna had a soft spot for Kamini, and her playful nature always brought joy and laughter to their group.
Shaurya the white lion, Karna's loyal companion and friend, couldn't help but join in the teasing giving him a look that said, 'You've met your match when it comes to those 'puppy eyes.' I guess even the mightiest warriors have their weaknesses.'
With a light-hearted and amused spirit, the group of girls, along with Shaurya, watched as Karna began preparing lunch. His culinary skills were as impressive as his combat prowess, and they knew that they were in for a treat.
While Karna worked in the kitchen, Kamini approached him with a radiant smile. "I knew you couldn't resist my 'puppy eyes.' Thank you for making lunch, Karna."
Karna chuckled as he continued to prepare the meal. "You've mastered that technique, Kamini. It's hard to say no to you." The playful banter between Kamini and Karna continued, and it was clear that their camaraderie added a sense of warmth and joy to their group.
As Karna cooked, the delicious aroma wafted through the room, further enhancing the cheerful atmosphere. Soon, a beautifully prepared lunch was ready, and Karna served the meal to the group. "Oh Dal Makhani~ this brings back memories, of when you made this for the first time we were just 5-6 years old, and I can never forget the taste."
Kamin's eyes lit up as she saw the creamy Dal Makhani on her plate. The memories of their childhood flooded back, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Karna smiled as he watched Kamini's reaction. "I'm glad you remember that. It's a special dish for a special occasion."
"I agree, I agree,"
Silence! The sudden intrusion into their meal left the group momentarily stunned. They watched as the newcomer, a young boy, enjoyed the Dal Makhani with evident relish.
He seemed oblivious to the silence and the bewildered gazes of the others. As the young boy savored the Dal Makhani with gusto, Karna's eyes narrowed in recognition. He had come to Hastinapur especially to meet him again.
"KRISHNA!!!