Dharmyudh ~ The Call Of Destiny

प्रथम अध्याय ~ The Strange Dream

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐲ā𝐲𝐚 ~ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐝𝐡"

-𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂-𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓪."

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"Again ! Hey Ram ! I feel really bad for him, why he had to endure so much ? Was it his fault that he was born to Kunti and Surya Dev before her marriage ? Was it his fault that he was raised as a sutputra ? Was it his fault to support his friend ?" cried a girl in her early twenties with sadness written all over her face.

She was watching the Star Plus Mahabharat for the nth time just for him. She has watched it in-numerable times, but, reading a book again and again can never change the end. That's what happened in her case too, she was biased towards Suryaputra Radheya Karna. But, is it all ?

Naah ! She also thinks that Krishna is for sure the eternal god, if he wished for, he could have changed the epic. He could have saved many lives. He could have revealed the truth regarding Karna's birth. He could have sent Shakuni back to Gandhar. He could have united the brothers. He could have stopped the wedding of Panchal Princess, Draupadi to all the five pandava brothers. He could have saved Draupadi from the humiliation. But, he did not.

She believes that, even though Shree Krishna did all these for Dharma (Righteousness), now-a-days, where did Dharma exist ?

Where did the righteousness for which the great and disastrous war of Kurukshetra had taken place go to ?

It was all in the hands of Krishna. Though, she is a Kanha bhakt (devotee), she always wanted to change the epic, if possible, maybe time travel too...

Little did she know that her fate was going in the same direction.

She decided that she cannot change the actual epic, so she turned into a writer, making it her full time profession. She is also a historian, and writes books on the changed Mahabharat. She is a very famous writer and is also well-off.

Coming to her birth parents, even she did not a single piece of information regarding them.

Her life began in the most extraordinary of circumstances. On the sacred night of Kartik Purnima, a night bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon, a miraculous event unfolded within the hallowed precincts of the Triyuginarayan Temple. A lotus flower, a breathtaking bloom of reddish-pink petals edged with pristine white, unfurled its beauty upon the serene waters of the temple's sacred lake. And within its heart, nestled a tiny, radiant infant.

The kind-hearted keeper of an orphanage, a woman with a heart as pure as the mountain snow, was a witness to this divine spectacle. Astonished and filled with awe, she gently retrieved the newborn, her delicate skin glowing under the moon's silvery light. The infant's eyes, though still closed, seemed to hold the wisdom of ages.

The keeper, recognizing the extraordinary nature of the child, adopted her and named her Chandni, a name as luminous as the moon. Chandni grew up under the watchful eye of her adoptive mother, blossoming into a graceful and intelligent young woman. Her beauty, a reflection of her divine origin, was both ethereal and captivating. Yet, beneath her serene exterior, a playful spirit resided, often leading her into endearingly clumsy situations.