Mahabharat - The Changed Fate

Chapter 43: Karna's Ek Patni Vrath

The grand palace of Hastinapur stood tall under the vast sky, shimmering in the golden hues of dawn. Its halls, usually bustling with activity, now buzzed with heightened anticipation for the upcoming Swayamvara of Princess Uruvi. Warriors and princes from across the lands were preparing to attend the grand event in Panchal. Among them, one name echoed louder than others—Karna, the famed archer, renowned for his strength and skill, the man who had once rivaled the gods.

But on this day, Karna's thoughts were elsewhere.

Inside his chambers, Karna sat by the open window, his gaze distant, reflecting the weight of an important decision that had been weighing heavily on his heart. In his hand, he held a small, simple anklet—one that belonged to Avika. The woman he loved more than his own life. She had captured his heart so completely that no other woman, no matter how beautiful or powerful, could ever take her place.

As the sun's rays kissed his face, Karna closed his eyes and thought of Avika. He remembered the tenderness in her voice, the kindness in her touch, and the unwavering strength she had shown during their trials together. She had been his anchor in the storm, his solace in times of chaos.

His mind was resolute. No matter the expectations of the world, no matter the allure of fame and glory, he would stand by Avika's side, forever. He had taken an oath—a sacred vow to be devoted to her alone—and he would honor it until his last breath.

The door to his chambers opened quietly, and Duryodhana entered with his usual confidence. His eyes lit up as he saw his friend.

"Karna, my friend," Duryodhana began, his voice carrying a note of excitement. "The time has come. The Swayamvara of Princess Uruvi is fast approaching. Panchal will be teeming with warriors, and we cannot afford to miss it. You must participate."

Karna turned to face him, his expression calm but firm. "I will not participate, Duryodhana."

Duryodhana's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you saying? This is a chance to prove your superiority, to stand above all the princes of Bharata. You've spoken of your rivalry with Arjuna many times. This is your moment to face him in open competition."

But Karna remained unmoved. "I have made a vow," he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet power. "I am bound to Avika. I follow the Ek Patni Vrath—the vow of one wife. I cannot and will not seek another."

Duryodhana stared at him in disbelief, stunned into silence for a moment. Of all the things he had expected from Karna, this was not one of them.

"Karna," he began again, trying to understand, "this is not just about marriage. This is about power, about alliances. Uruvi is the daughter of King Drupada. Winning her hand would strengthen our position. Panchal is a kingdom we need as an ally. Think of the political implications."

Karna's gaze softened, but his determination remained unshaken. "I understand the importance of alliances, Duryodhana. But I cannot break my vow. Avika is my world. She has stood by me in times of darkness, when no one else would. My loyalty lies with her."

Duryodhana clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. "Do you realize what you are sacrificing, Karna? You have a chance to claim the most powerful alliance in Bharata, to defeat Arjuna in front of all the great kings, and to secure your place as the greatest warrior. Yet you would throw it all away for a vow?"

Karna smiled faintly, his eyes filled with unwavering conviction. "Yes, I would. Because to me, there is no greater honor than being true to my word. I love Avika, and no title, no victory, can ever compare to that."