Soon all the other 100 kauravs started reciting their names. They were so many that Karna was only thankful for his photographic memory to remember them all.
He was just a little confused about the twins they did look alike even though they came out of pots which were really ...interesting, don't blame him he is just a little curious, just a little.
(By the way, I don't know about others but have u guys noticed that the method Rishi Ved Vyasa used was similar to nowadays's Human cloning and genealogy.)
He put those thoughts aside and recited each of their names and couldn't help but notice the shine in their eyes it told him that not many had performed this amazing feat, those innocent eyes that shone with amazement made him feel so very proud of himself, he couldn't help but glance at the eldest and was deeply mesmerized with what he saw.
Those eyes looked at him with so much happiness and worship. The boy looked so happy even though he tried to hide it but in the end, he was just a kid searching for love, and yet his eyes held the fondness that an elder had when looking at their children. Such a stark contrast in emotions made him even more interesting.
It made karn curious and scared at the same time, he was curious as to what caused this in a boy so young and yet also scared that if this continued then this child may become a man before he should and it's very easy for people like him to stray on the wrong path as they don't get the proper guidance a child needs and a child is like a blank paper they will only be filled with what the world writer on them and what is written on the paper of this child is pain, negligence, ignorance, arrogance, abuse, and partiality).
He was not dumb he could recognize the signs he had seen saw the pandavs were treated and the child in front of him sang a totally different tune.
He knew people saw the eldest as a bad omen and he hated how once again society was on its way to destroying another child by blaming them for something they can't control.
They even tried kill a child not even an hour old, it truly is a testament of how worst the society could do just to keep their sense of power and justice.
How anything out of norm is cursed if not destroyed and then broken little by little in a slow torture, which is 100 times worse then a death.
The Gods don't make a bad person, they create life it's human who build the character of the beautiful life granted by God.
They first push a person to their limit and beyond and when they start fighting back, they use it to prove they were right, but they forget even a rabbit when cornered bites.
Villian's are not born they are made and this society is not leaving any stones upturned to make it happen so.
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How it all started
Historical FictionFor all Indians this is story based on Mahabharat and how I think it all begun. It's purely my imagination and is not to made to hurt. It's a story of Duryodhan. What if a young boy who had to grow up to fast decided to run away and on the verge of...
