Story Unfolds :
5 yrs ago: At a small House at Outskirt of Hastinapur:
A girl of seventeen was lying on the straw bed. She had no luxury in her small bedroom. Only a straw bed and a small trunk with some of her clothes in it. The bedroom chamber was small but quite empty due to nonexistence of furnitures. It was dark too as it was dimly lighted. One candle was lighted at her head front. And another at the side of her straw bed. The weather was gloomy and rainy. The night was extremely silent. Raindrops were now falling outside. The white candle was trembling yet the lamp was lighted on naturally.
She greeted her teeth in extreme pain. She could not bear it anymore. Then she looked at the lamp. A sigh escaped her throat. The lamp was okay!! It was not affected by the strong gust of air!! It was a relief to her!! It meant he was okay!!
A single drop of tear emerged from her beautiful left eye. She wiped it off with her left knuckle. All of a sudden a strong gust of pain washed over her body. She lost her consciousness. At last. The pain was increasing rapidly.
Then within some minutes a faint cry of a newborn baby broke the silence of the dark midnight. In two hours a ray of sunlight fell over a newborn baby who was seen playing with his limbs. The dawn was coming!!! To her life too!!!
This was the story of the birth of a great warrior of India who would donate his young life. For the sake of his father Karna.
This young boy till his last breath had no idea of his own identity. His dear mother hid his real identity from him. She was not a bad mother. Just she did not want to break his elder sister's family. I pity that boy whose fate was too similar that of his own father!!!! The only difference was that he got the love of his own mother. Just could not be able to know her as his real mother!!!
He did not get any chance to meet with his father as his father also did not know his own identity. He was known as an adopted son of Supriya till his last breath while in the reality he was her first born. He was the only reason for her seclusion. He was the reason that she desperately wanted to hide from her husband Karna as she was afraid that her husband would never let her go after knowing about her pregnancy. That boy was also ill-fated too. He in his while life knew himself as the first adopted son of his own mother. His fate was also not in his favor!! But his dear father would identify him when he at the very first moment laid his eyes on him!! That unfortunate boy did never get the chance to know that his father knew him as his own son!! Even if he truly adored him!! His father was his God too!! What an irony of fate indeed!! A son remained as an adopted son of his own biological parents!! Forever!!
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6 yrs after: At the forest area near Hastinapur:
A boy of 5 was aiming with his bow and arrow. He learned archery skills from her!! His mother!! Even if his bow and arrow were made of woods but his determination was made of steel. Let me introduce him to all of you. He was one of the mysterious twins of the previous chapter. His real name was Chitrasen as he was very picture perfect handsome boy. And he also loved to draw pictures. The third reason behind his such naming was his mother's respect to the demised father of her Jiji, Padmavati, the first wife of Karna. He was rumoured as one of adopted sons of Supriya. But in reality he was her own son!!!
Chitrasen (Hidden Son of Supriya)
He closed his eyelids slowly. To focus on the aim. In mind. His mother had taught him to make a mental image of his aim before pulling the arrow. He then slowly opened his only one eye. To look at the aim. It was a circle at the tree trunk. He drew it himself. He loved to do that in his spare time. He practically was practicing at the dawn time when his mother was busy in her daydreaming session or her own meditation. His brothers were mostly sleeping at that time. So none could a bit disturbed him. He went to the big forest and aimed at his targets. But he never ever hurt any animals. He loved them very much.
He looked at his aim. He saw just the inner circle of the aim. Not anymore. He lifted his bow in his left hand. He put his grip of the bow over the index finger and the thumb of left palm. And by pulling out his arrow he stretched the string with his index finger and thumb on right palm. He pulled out the string and shot the arrow. It had toppled over the thin air twice and then struck to the inner circle of the aim. Perfectly.
He jumped in joy!!! He did not even missed his target today!! He never missed it!! But his joy was short lived as another arrow came flying towards his arrow and cut it off into two parts effortlessly. He opened his eyes wide in shock. For a second he did not a bit realized that had happened!! Then he made a grumpy face and called out in rage.
"Mate (mother)!!!"
Devi Supriya (2nd Wife of Karna)
In his mind he knew it perfectly that only one person was in this earth who could cut his arrow!! Like this!! His own mentor!! His dear mother!! What this boy did not know that there were many persons in this world who could done it with ease!! His father Karna, his elder brother Vrishasen, his uncle Arjuna and his son Avimanyu were among them!! That boy never met with anyone among them!! So he did not have it's knowledge!! In the epic war of Mahabharata he had to give his young life for this mistake!!!
A pretty lady was aiming at her target. She lowered her bow by hearing his angry scream. She was his mother Devi Supriya herself.
She looked at the boy. In silence. This boy!! Never knew how to admit his defeat!!! He had to learn it too!! In a war he could not win always!! He had to be a great fighter who would learn how to accept his defeat and embrace himself!! She wanted to make him as the fiercest warrior!! Like his father Karna!!!
"Apne kyun mere lakshya chin liya!!! (Why you take away my aim from me?!!)" He pouted his lips cutely. In anger.
Supriya smiled at him brightly. She at this time was seen making garlands for Her deity. So the young boy never expected her here!! At this nick of the moment!! She never wanted to make him sad!! She just tried to show him that in the war you should never ever underestimate your enemy!! It would be a fatal mistake that could cost your life too!! As a mother and his teacher it was her responsibility to teach him that too!!
She came near him and put down her bow. Then she put her hands lovingly on his head. He looked at her face. He was not angry anymore!! His mother could passify his anger!!
"Putra, apko toh abhi bhi bahat kuch sikhna padega!!! Apko apki Pitashree ke bhati sgaktishali yodhha banna padega!! (My dear son, you have to be a fierce fighter. Like your father. So you have to learn a lot.)" She replied him truthfully. Then hugged him too tightly.
He looked at her direction with awe. She seemed to lost in her thoughts. It happened all the times whenever she mentioned about his father. She had to recall happy moments with him!! In her own mind!! She was now also in dreams!!!
"Mate, batiye na kya woh prachand yodhha hain?!! (Tell me mother, is he a fierce fighter himself?!!)" He asked her anxiously.
She smiled at his innocent query. He was gullible like her!! 6 yrs ago!! A scene emerged before het eyes. A girl was looking at a boy dreamily who had saved her life!! From a tiger!! Yet he did not killed the beast!! He could but he did not!! He aimed at it's paw instead of it's heart!! He was so very brave!! Yet so kind!! He saved her!! And the tiger too!! What did he said to her slowly that day?!!
"Mera naam Radheya hain!! Parantu log mujhe Basusen aur Karna ke bhi naam se jante hain!! (My name is in reality Radheya while people seldom addresses me as Basusen or Karna.)"
Picture of teenager Radheya Karna imprinted in her young heart
He had became her God that day!! His chivelory, his benevolence, his tender nature, his kindness touched her tiny heart!! She fell in love with him!! At that time!!! Then and there!!!
"Mate, boliye na!! (mother, tell me.)" He asked her and tenderly put his left palm. On her left shoulder.
She broke up from her dreams. With S jolt!! Then she lowered her head to the floor. Her heart was full of him!! Till now!! He was her first crush!! Her first love!! She did not understand the meaning of love since when she had started to murmur the name in her mind repeatedly "Karna"!!! He since then had became her everything!! Her Love!! Her devotion!! Her desire!! Her deity!! She did not wanted to be his wife!! She always wanted to be his devotee!! She did not dreamt to sit at the throne beside him!! She dreamt to sit at his feet!! She did not want her place in his heart!! But in his feet!! Yet she got him!! As her own!! It was her destiny!! She was so happy for that!! But how could she say to the young Boy what was he to her?!! She had no word to describe her feelings!!!
"Mate.." The boy was persistent. He wanted to know of his father.
"Woh mahan hain. (He is not only the one of greatest warrior of India, but also a greatest man.)" She folded her palms and bowed deeply. In respect. Then she added softly "Apko wunke suyogya putra hoga. (You have to be just like him.)"
The boy had smiled brightly at her and nodded his head proudly. Upside down. He too wanted to be like him!! His father whom he never met in his young life!! Till now!!
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What is the secret of Chitrasen's own birth? Will this boy get a chance to meet with Karna? What will be the result? Can father and son identify each other? The answers are all in the next chapters. Enjoy.
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Guys,
I am very sorry to announce that this story is not getting enough audience love. Most of them were seen commenting but not voting. It seemed the fans were not a bit interested to listen to the sad story of Supriya. It might seem like a soap opera to them. So with heavy heart I am bound to declare in this way I will be forced to stop this story. And opt out of this app. As I already told it to all of you that I wrote stories as it is my hobby. If I don't receive appreciation as a writer then with heavy heart I have to leave the platform. Thanks for bearing my tantrums.
Regards,
Amropali
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