As children, we are taught in simple terms:
Heroes wear white. Villains wear black.
Good and evil are clear, clean, and separate. But the world is not.
What we were never told is that some of the kindest hearts beat inside feared men.
And some of the darkest crimes were committed in the name of righteousness, like sati in modern India.
This story began the day I questioned why we were never taught to love the morally grey.
Those whose intentions were noble, even if their actions were flawed.
Those who were born into a world already against them.
Those who made mistakes ... but also stood by love, loyalty, and honor.
And so I found him, Suyodhan.
Not the "Duryodhan" our epics curse. Not the villain of bedtime stories.
But the man who, in a time when caste ruled every breath, embraced Karna, a charioteer's son, as his equal, his brother, and his crowned king.
A simple act that defied a rotten system and became the loudest scream of friendship in a world built to silence it.
This book is not a defense. It's a reckoning.
A look into the heart of the one you were told to hate.
The prince whose name was changed from Suyodhan ("the good warrior")
to Duryodhan ("the wicked fighter")
by those who won the war... and wrote the history.
If you were ever told that good and evil were simple —
This story will haunt you.Because once you see Duryodhan through his own eyes,
You'll never look at Dharma the same way again.
~Ink&Kin ◉_◉
https://www.wattpad.com/story/398033120-mahabharata-from-eyes-of-duryodhan
