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Mount Kailash...
Mount Kailash stood eternal.
Unmoved by storms. Unshaken by time. Unbent by the chaos of worlds.
At its heart—Lord Shiva sat upon a stone slab draped in tiger skin.
Eyes closed. Breath steady. Mind… beyond all things.
And yet—Even in meditation—He knew.
A ripple. A disturbance. Not in the world. But in… home.
Then—It came. A roar. Not of destruction. But of wrath restrained too long.
Shiva's eyes opened.
Before him—Goddess Parvati stood.
Her hair, usually calm and adorned, now danced wildly in an unseen storm.
Her eyes—wide, blazing, shifting slowly… into a dangerous red.
Behind her—Goddess Lakshmi and Goddess Saraswati. Not angry in the same way.
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But far from calm. The air thickened.
Shiva did not need words. He saw.
Through his drishti[1]—Everything.
Narada. The story. The question. The reveal.
A soft sigh escaped him.
-Sigh!
"Narada…"
Not anger. Just… inevitability.
Parvati took a step forward. The ground beneath her foot cracked ever so slightly.
-Crack!
"Dear!"
His name. Not spoken softly. Not spoken lovingly. Spoken… like a verdict waiting to be delivered.
The winds howled louder.
Lakshmi crossed her arms, her gaze steady but piercing.
"We would like an explanation."
Saraswati's voice followed. Calm. Sharp.
"And we would prefer the truth."
A pause.
Shiva remained seated. Unmoved. But not indifferent.
"You already know."
Parvati's eyes flared.
"I want to hear it from you."
Silence stretched.
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Then—Footsteps echoed.
A golden glow descended.
Lord Vishnu appeared.
Not leisurely. Not smiling. Urgent.
He glanced once at the scene—And exhaled.
-Sigh!
"So… Narada reached before me."
Another presence followed.
Lord Brahma emerged, his expression already troubled.
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He took one look at the three goddesses—And understood.
"This… escalated quickly."
Parvati's gaze shifted between the three.
"Good."
Her voice was cold now. Controlled.
"Then all of you are here."
A dangerous kind of fairness.
"No one will be left out of this answer."
The winds roared.
-SWOOSH!!!
For a moment—Even Vishnu, the preserver of calm, remained silent.
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Then—
He stepped forward.
"Sister Parvati…"
But she raised her hand. Stopping him.
"No."
Her voice cut clean.
"Not explanations wrapped in softness."
Her eyes burned looking at the three men's before her.
"Truth."
A long pause.
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Then—Shiva spoke.
Calm. Unwavering.
"There is a child."
Lakshmi's gaze hardened.
Saraswati's fingers tightened slightly.
Parvati did not move.
While Shiva continued to explain.
"He has been born… many times."
"Each time… as an attempt."
Brahma closed his eyes briefly.
Vishnu remained still.
"To create balance."
A faint shift in the air.
"Between us."
Now—That landed.
Lakshmi frowned hearing their response.
-Frown
"Between… the three of you?"
Shiva nodded calmly with serious expression.
-Nod
"Creation. Preservation. Destruction. Contained… within one existence."
Saraswati whispered softly.
"Impossible…"
Shiva's gaze softened slightly.
"Unstable. Every time. Until now."
Silence.
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Parvati finally spoke. Slowly. Carefully.
"And in these… five hundred and thirty-six attempts…"
Her voice trembled—Not with weakness. But with restrained fury.
"You never thought…"
A step forward.
"To tell us?"
The mountain groaned faintly.
Brahma spoke choosing his words carefully.
"It was not secrecy for its own sake—"
Lakshmi cut in.
"Then what was it?"
Vishnu answered this time. Quiet. Honest.
"Risk."
All eyes turned to him.
"Each incarnation failed. Some lost balance. Some became tyrants. Some… had to be erased."
The words hung heavy.
Saraswati's voice dropped.
"And you guys decided… We should not know… about our own child… being erased?"
Silence.
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No answer came. Because none would satisfy.
Parvati laughed. Softly.
-Haha!
And that was worse than anger.
"Five hundred and thirty-six times…"
She looked directly at Shiva.
"And not once… Did you trust me?"
The wind howled violently now. Snow lifted into the air.
Shiva met her gaze. Unflinching.
"If we failed again…"
A pause.
"I would not let you carry that grief."
That—Was the truth.
And for a moment—It almost softened the storm. Almost.
Parvati's eyes flickered. Then hardened again.
-Flicker!
"You do not get to decide that for me."
Silence.
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Heavy. Absolute.
Then—Lakshmi spoke in a firm tone.
"Where is he… now?"
Vishnu answered his wife understanding this question was directed at him.
"Reborn."
Saraswati's gaze sharpened.
"And this time?"
Shiva's voice echoed quietly—
"The balance holds."
The winds… stilled. Just slightly.
Parvati closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.
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When she opened them—The fire had not vanished. But it had changed.
"Then we will see him."
Not a request. A decision.
The three gods exchanged a glance.
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Because this—Was the moment they had tried to delay.
And it had arrived anyway.
The three goddesses stood together.
Parvati in the center—unyielding.
Lakshmi to her right—sharp and watchful.
Saraswati to her left—silent, but deeply focused.
Across from them—The Trimurti.
For the first time—Not distant. Not untouchable.
Hesitant.
Parvati noticed it instantly. Her eyes narrowed.
"You're still hiding something."
Shiva did not respond. That was answer enough.
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Lakshmi's voice turned colder asking her husband to move away.
"Move."
A single word. Soft. But absolute. No one moved.
Saraswati stepped forward.
Her gaze piercing through layers of reality itself.
"Then we will see for ourselves."
The air shifted.
Three divine gazes opened—Drishti.
Time… space… fate…
All peeled away. They searched.
For the child. For his existence. For his truth.
But—Nothing. Blank. Empty.
As if he did not exist.
Lakshmi frowned finding nothing.
-Frown.
"Impossible…"
Saraswati's brows furrowed.
-Frown.
"Even fate leaves traces."
Parvati's expression darkened. Slowly—She turned toward Shiva.
"You're blocking us."
Silence.
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That was confirmation. The temperature of Kailash dropped.
"Remove it."
No anger. No shouting. Just command.
Vishnu closed his eyes briefly.
Brahma exhaled in defeat.
-Sigh.
Shiva looked at them.
At all three. And then—He lifted the veil.
The moment the barrier fell—It came.
Not gently. Not in order. All at once.
Lives. Hundreds. Birth. Struggle. Hope.
Failure. Again. And again. And again.
536 times.
A child born—Only to be crushed by imbalance.
A king who turned tyrant.
A sage who lost his mind.
A warrior who destroyed everything he swore to protect.
A savior who failed to save himself.
Fragments of pain. Echoes of endings.
The goddesses did not flinch.
They watched. Every life. Every fall.
Every moment he lost himself.
Seconds passed...
But within those seconds—They lived through centuries.
Then—It stopped. The final life.
Himanshu. A small room. Peeling paint. A quiet life.
A boy arguing about dharma.
About fairness. About Karna.
Then—The surge. The electricity.
And behind it—A presence. Hidden. But not from them.
Indra.
Not direct. Not honorable. Indirect.
A strike masked as chance. A death disguised as accident.
Silence returned.
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But this silence—Was not the same.
Lakshmi's expression darkened first. Her usual warmth… gone.
Saraswati's eyes, once calm, now held something sharp.
Understanding. And judgment.
Parvati—Did not move. Did not speak.
But the air around her… Began to distort.
A faint tremor spread across Kailash.
Then—She inhaled. Slowly. And when she exhaled—
"He died… like that?"
Her voice was quiet. Too quiet.
Vishnu stepped forward slightly.
"Sister Parvati—"
She raised her hand once again. Stop. Her gaze shifted.
From Shiva… To Vishnu… To Brahma…
Each look heavier than the last.
"Five hundred and thirty-six lives…"
A step forward.
-Crack!
"And this is how the last one ends?"
No one answered.Because there was no defense.
Lakshmi spoke next.
"You said he failed before."
Her voice was steady.
"But this time…"
A pause.
"He didn't fail."
Saraswati nodded with a grim expression.
-Nod
"He was not given the chance to."
That truth—Landed. Hard.
Parvati's eyes finally settled on Shiva.
"And you let it happen."
Not accusation. Verdict.
Shiva met her gaze.
"No." A pause. "This time…"
His voice grew quieter.
"I did not."
A flicker of something crossed Parvati's eyes.
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Then—She turned. Looking beyond Kailash. Toward the mortal world.
"Where is he now?"
Shiva answered calmly looking at his wife and sisters.
"Reborn."
A long silence.
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Then—Parvati spoke. Not in anger. Not in grief.
But in something far more dangerous—Resolve.
"Then this time…"
Her eyes glowed faintly.
"He will not walk alone."
Lakshmi stepped forward.
"We will watch."
Saraswati followed as she continued from where Lakshmi has left.
"We will guide and make sure he survives."
The three stood together. No longer just wives. No longer just goddesses.
Mothers.
In Bhulok...[2]
The sacred River Ganga flowed endlessly, her waters carrying stories of kings, sins, prayers… and forgotten cries.
Deep beneath her surface—Where sunlight broke into shimmering fragments—A stillness existed.
There, upon a smooth stone slab shaped by centuries of flowing water—Sat Goddess Ganga.
Her form was calm.
But her thoughts—Were not. Her gaze lingered on the currents above.
On a memory that refused to settle.
A wooden box. A newborn child. A desperate act.
She had seen it. Felt it.
Controlled the very waters to keep the fragile box from overturning.
"If not for me…"
Her voice echoed softly through the depths.
"He would have been gone."
Her fingers brushed the water beside her.
It responded. As if listening.
A charioteer and his wife had taken the child after nearly two days.
Held him. Accepted him. Loved him.
And yet—A shadow lingered. Because she had also heard the words.
Memory Echo...
A young princess. Fear in her voice. Resolve in her heart.
Kunti.
And beside her—Her hesitant maid, Priyamvada.
"Princess… please reconsider…"
But Kunti had turned away.
"If this child remains… it will destroy everything."
Her voice trembled—Not with cruelty. But fear.
"My dignity… my father's honor…"
A pause.
Then—Words that lingered like poison.
"Even Goddess Ganga abandoned her sons and killed them."
Silence.
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Back in the present—Ganga's expression dimmed.
"So that is how I am remembered…"
Not anger. Just… quiet hurt. Her gaze softened again.
"You chose the strongest current… Not to save him… But to send him away."
Her thought were on the mother's choice. And a child's burden which he will face from that moment on.
She closed her eyes briefly.
"And yet… he lives."
A thought surfaced.
Uninvited.
'If I had kept him…'
A faint smile. Bittersweet.
'Would I have finally known… what it means to be a mother?'
Because though she had a son—Devavrata[3].
She did not raise him as one due to her duty.
She forged him. Trained him. Prepared him.
And then—Let him go.
Only to watch—As he bound himself in a vow so absolute…
That it shackled an entire kingdom. Her eyes darkened slightly.
"Duty… over life. Dharma… without compassion."
A sigh escaped her lips.
-Sigh!
"You became great, my son… But at what cost?"
The currents slowed. As if mourning with her.
Then—Something shifted. A glint. Faint. But unnatural.
-Gleam!
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Ganga's eyes opened. Her gaze turned towards the direction of the glint. Focused.
There—Deeper within her domain—Something pulsed.
A soft glow once again.
Curiosity stirred in her heart. She rose from the stone she was sitting.
The waters parted for her. Creatures followed caught in her curiosity.
Fish circled around. Snakes coiled nearby.
Even crocodiles lingered—Not in hunger. But in… protection.
At the center—A giant scallop shell. It rested gently upon the riverbed.
Yet radiated something ancient. The shell opened. Just slightly. Closed again. Like a heartbeat.
Ganga stepped closer. The creatures moved aside instantly.
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As if acknowledging—Their queen had arrived. The shell responded.
Slowly… Gracefully… It opened.
Light flooded the depths.
Not blinding. But pure.
The entire river seemed to shimmer.
And within—A child. A newborn. Peaceful.
Silent.
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Untouched by fear. Tiny bubbles escaped his lips with each breath.
Dancing upward like whispers of life.
Ganga's eyes widened. Her gaze softened instantly.
"A… child?"
She leaned closer.
There—On his forehead—A faint mark.
Not fully visible. Not fully formed. A line of something hidden.
And around him—A presence. Not one she could immediately name.
Not Brahma. Not Vishnu. Not Shiva.
And yet—Something of all.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Who… are you?"
The child did not answer. He simply slept. Peacefully.
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As if the chaos of gods, fate, and cycles—Did not exist.
Ganga reached out. Hesitated. Then gently lifted him.
The moment he touched her arms—The river… stilled. Completely.
For the first time in ages—The flow paused.
As if even time—Wanted to watch.
Ganga held him close looking at his innocent face.
And something within her—Shifted. Not duty. Not obligation. Something deeper.
"So small…"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"And yet… you carry something vast."
The child stirred. Just slightly.
And for a fleeting moment—A faint glow flickered on his forehead.
Gone as quickly as it came.
Ganga's eyes narrowed.
-Frown!
"You are no ordinary child…"
A pause.
Then—A soft smile.
The kind she had not worn in a long time.
"And yet…"
She held him closer.
"For now… You are mine."
Above the waters—The world moved unaware.
But beneath—A river had claimed a child.
And far away—Three goddesses felt it. Not as sight. Not as sound. But as a whisper.
"He has been found."
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(Author note:) This story was a heavy A.U and all those characters belong's to the OG creator of the epic. Except the Mc and Oc.
And I would never disrespect them.
I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea's.
WARNING: If you don't feel like you dislike A.U on Mahabharat then there is a chance you might not like the story.
And the story won't just follow the book or any serials.
It's A.U so might feel a mix kind of feeling. Bye guys I hope you enjoy the story.
PLAN: WEEKLY TWO CHAPTERS WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY.
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[1] (Its a kind of ability vision through which he could perceive according to their power which is unique to them)
[2] Mortal relam
[3] Bhishma