Chapter 33 - 31: Truth Revealed... Karna’s Birth Secrete...
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Devara’s hands rested firmly on Karna pulling him forward—Not gently. But proudly.
His voice rang out—Clear.
"He has many names..."
"Radheya."
"Adhiratha’s son."
A pause.
Then—The truth.
"But the one that matters..."
Lightning struck around in the clouds.
-FLASHS!!!
"...is where his journey began. As
Silence shattered with those words uttered from Devara’s mouth.
"...."
Indra his eyes widened.
"Impossible!"
His voice cracked—Not in anger. But disbelief.
Before he could continue—The storm vanished.
Clouds parted. Light poured down.
-FLASH!
Not ordinary light—But divine. Its like a announcement of who is descending now from the sky.
From that brilliance—Stepped
Radiant. Unavoidable.
His presence—Didn’t shake the mountain.
It cleansed it. The sky turned clear. The air warmed.
As if the world itself—Welcomed him.
His eyes fell on Indra. And for a moment—They burned. Not with rage alone—But with years of restraint.
Then—He turned. To Devara. The boy who is a mysterious for even him.
Which means he must carry a big burden on his shoulders.
And bowed not as a god but a father.
"...."
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A god—Bowing to a boy.
"Wielder of Pinakodanda... You have done what should not have been possible. You broke a curse ...without consequence."
His gaze softened.
"I do not know how you knew the truth. But you are no ordinary being."
His voice deepened.
"Had I revealed this before... My son’s fate ...would have worsened. It would have led him closer to death."
He raised his hand. Light gathered. Condensed. And entered Devara’s body.
"Accept this. Surya Astra. My light—Given form. It will burn through darkness... And devastate all in its path."
The energy settled within Devara. Not wild. Not unstable. But obedient.
Then—Surya turned. Slowly. Toward Indra
"...."
The sunlight intensified. As if sensing his anger which is rising in his heart.
Too bright. Too sharp. The air grew hot.
Heavy.
He had heard every words Indra had uttered. And every words were like piercing through his heart which were directed at Karna.
Surya’s voice rose—Not shouting. But carrying weight.
"Indra."
One word. Enough to halt the wind.
Indra’s face darkened. Not from shadow. But with the pressure.
"...."
Coming from Lord Suryadev.
Because this—Was no longer his stage.
Meanwhile...
Karna
Didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Because he couldn’t.
The words echoed—
Again. And again. His mind—Refused to accept it.
"No... That’s not..."
But the truth didn’t ask for permission.
It simply existed right before his eyes.
Above him—Lord Surya And Indra
Faced each other.
Light—Against lightning. Heat—Against storm.
The air grew dense. Heavy.
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As if even the sky—Didn’t want to interrupt.
Then—A cough. Forced. Unnatural. Indra spoke. Casual. Too casual.
-Cough!
"Let us not dwell on... emotional matters."
A shift. A retreat disguised as control.
His gaze moved—To Devara. Sharp again.
"That weapon... Is a threat. To cosmic balance. Suryadev. As king of gods... It is my duty—To ensure it does not disrupt order."
Devara chuckled. Not loudly this time. But knowingly.
-Chuckle!
"...."
Because the pattern was clear.
"When you can’t win... You change the topic."
Before Indra could continue—Suryadev.
Shook his head. Firm. Unyielding. This time not giving him any face at all.
"No."
One word. Enough to stop Indra mid-thought.
"If such a bow ...has chosen him—Then there is a reason."
The sunlight intensified.
Not aggressively—But decisively.
Suryadev stepped forward slightly.
Placing himself—Not above—But before.
As a warning directed at Indra.
"And if you attempt anything..."
A pause. The heat rose.
"...unbecoming of your position—You will answer to me."
Indra’s face darkened. Not from shadow. But from being checked.
Publicly. By another god.
If it was any another he would rebuke but the one standing before him was Suryadev whose strength is equal to him.
This was no longer about Devara. Not just about the bow.
Karna still stood—Silent. Processing.
"...."
Because while gods argued—A boy had just learned—His entire life—Was a fragment pyaed by the destiny.
Above—Gods stood ready.
Between—A boy held power Indra greed’s is after.
Indra stood still. Watching. Calculating. This was no longer favorable.
Not with Suryadev
Standing there. Before him intending to stop what ever he was planning.
Not with Devara holding that bow.
He exhaled slowly. Not defeat. But delay.
-Sigh!
"Very well..."
His voice returned to calm—But carried a quiet edge.
"You will regret this, Suryadev. When the balance shifts... do not say I did not act."
Lightning gathered—Wrapped around him.
And in the next moment—He was gone. But not forgotten. By what he had done.
With Indra gone—The mountain softened.
"...."
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The heat remained—But now it felt... Warm. Than irritation.
Suryadev turned back as. His gaze—Fell on Karna
And for the first time—There was no divinity in it.
Only—A father.
Who looked at his son with love, regret’s and pain.
Karna looked back.
"...."
Eyes filled—Not with tears.
But questions. Too many. Too heavy. Too complicated.
Suryadev spoke softly.
"Come with me. To
Then—He paused. And shook his head. Gently.
"But I cannot take you. You are no longer bound to the heavens. You are mortal now. And your path ...is here. A destiny ...only you can fulfill."
His voice softened further.
"When you complete it... I will be waiting. And if you ever wish to see me..."
A faint smile.
"Call my name. I will come. As soon as possible."
Light gathered again. Not blinding. But embracing.
And slowly—
Because even gods—Have limits. To stay at
Before vanishing—He looked once more.
Not as a god. But as a father—Who had finally seen his son.
Karna
Turned slowly. His eyes—Searching. Not for enemies. Not for answers.
But for truth he could hold onto. And in front of him—Stood Devara.
Calm. Grounded.
The only thing that still made sense.
"...."
Karna didn’t speak. But his eyes did.
’Why?... How?... Who am I...?’
Devara exhaled. Not tired. But knowing—This moment would change everything.
-Sigh!
"I didn’t guess. I felt it."
He stepped closer and placed his hands on Karna’s shoulder.
"The sun’s aura... It flows through you. And I saw it. In a vision. Then when I met Kunti ...before she became the wife of Pandu... She was your mother. She was only thirteen. A child... Given a boon she didn’t understand. A power she wasn’t ready for."
"She didn’t abandon you..."
A pause.
"...because she didn’t want you. She did it ...because she didn’t know how to keep you."
The words didn’t soften the truth.
But they changed its shape.
From rejection—To tragedy.
Which could be visible on Karna’s face.
Devara’s voice steadied.
"And the ones who raised you... They knew but not the truth about your birth. At least... enough. But they didn’t care. To them... You weren’t someone else’s child. You were theirs."
"So don’t forget that. No matter what you learn... They are your parents."
That was it. The final thread.
Karna’s knees gave in. He fell. Not from weakness.
-Thud.
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But from weight. Tears came.
Not quietly. Not controlled.
But freely.
Weight of confusion—Of doubt—Of silent questions—All pouring out.
For the first time—Karna wasn’t a fighter.
Not a student. Not someone trying to prove himself.
He was just a boy. Trying to understand his own life.
Devara didn’t interrupt. Didn’t rush him. Didn’t try to fix it.
"...."
He simply stood there. A steady presence.
Karna slowly lifted his head.
His eyes—Still wet. But no longer lost.
They had found something. Not answers. But direction.
Without a word—He stepped forward.
And hugged Devara. Tightly.
"...."
Not as a warrior. Not as a rival.
But as someone—Who needed someone.
His voice came uneven. But clear.
"Even if..."
A pause.
"Even if she was just a child... Even if fear made her do it..."
His grip tightened slightly.
"I can’t accept her."
Not anger. Not hatred. Just—Truth.
"As a son... I can’t call her my mother."
His voice steadied as he remembered his mother Radha.
"The ones who raised me... Who loved me... Who stood by me... They are my parents. Not by blood... But by everything that matters."
Devara didn’t argue. Didn’t correct. Didn’t guide.
"...."
While Karna spoke his mind while hugging him.
Because this—Was Karna’s choice.
His pain he is the one who will chose what he needs.
He simply raised his hand—And patted Karna’s back.
Steady. Reassuring. A silent promise.
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Devara finally spoke his words were what Karna wanted to hear.
"You’re not alone. Not now.Not ever."
One—Born with power.
The other—Forged through struggle. Yet both—Standing side by side.
The mountain stood quiet once more. But something had changed.
Not in the sky. Not in the world. But between them.
A bond that would not break.
In Indraloka, The air cracked. Not from thunder. But from anger.
Indra Returned from his trip to
Not as a ruler. But as a man—Whose pride had been stepped on.
The moment he appeared—Lightning surged wildly.
Uncontrolled. Violent. His voice exploded—
"A child...! A mere child!"
The words echoed across the palace.
As if it was mocking him for losing to a kid who is not even the fraction of his age.
It wasn’t just about power. Not just about the bow.
It was humiliation
"Played... like I was nothing."
The Face He Couldn’t Ignore no matter what.
Devara. Calm. Laughing. Unshaken.
Even under his pressure.
That image—Burned deeper than any weapon.
And then—Suryadev standing against him.
Not privately. Not subtly.
But openly.
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Before Karna. Before Devara.
Before the two mortal kids. Before the very moment—He tried to assert authority.
His fist clenched in anger.
Lightning burst from his palm—Striking the floor.
-BAM!!!
Cracks spread. Not just in stone—But in restraint.
His breathing slowed. Not calming. Focusing.
Because Indra was not just a king.
He was a strategist too who could solve many things without even involving.
"That boy... Devara..."
His eyes narrowed as if calculating.
"Too dangerous. Too unpredictable."
This was no longer curiosity. No longer observation.
His voice dropped—Low. Cold. As he declared to himself.
"You will regret this. Every step you took... Every word you spoke... Every defiance you showed..."
Lightning gathered again—This time—Not wild.
But controlled. Focused.
"I will make sure of it."
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