Kunti stood at the edge of the riverbank, the infant cradled in her arms. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a soft glow, reflecting off the serene waters of the Ganga. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at the baby's innocent eyes, eyes that seemed to look into her very soul. "Why, my lord, why must fate be so cruel?" she whispered to the night, her voice trembling with sorrow. Her thoughts drifted back to the fateful day when Sage Durvasa had visited her father's palace. Known for his unpredictable temper and powerful curses, Durvasa was both feared and respected. But during his stay, Kunti had served him with utmost devotion, earning his favour.