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Meanwhile...
The two boys walked along the riverbank.
The sound of flowing water accompanied them—steady, calm, endless.
After a short distance, Devara stopped near a large flat stone.
"Sit here," he said.
Ashwatthama obeyed without question, climbing onto the stone and watching curiously.
"...."
Devara turned—And began walking toward the river.
Ashwatthama blinked seeing his new friend.
"…Where is he going?"
His eyes followed Devara's small figure as he stepped closer to the water.
A thought appeared.
Simple. Innocent.
'…Does milk come from the river?'
He tilted his head.
'…Maybe it does…'
After all—This boy didn't seem normal.
Devara stopped at the edge.
The water touched his feet gently. He looked down.
"…Mom."
His voice was soft. But it carried.
"I'm hungry."
A pause.
Then—
"And… I brought a friend."
The river remained still for a moment.
"...."
Then—Bubbles.
Soft at first. Then more.
Ashwatthama leaned forward. Eyes widening. The water stirred.
And slowly—Two small pots rose from the river.
Filled. With milk.
They floated gently toward the shore.
Ashwatthama froze seeing this.
"…I…"
His mind tried to understand. Failed.
'…I guessed right…?'
He stared at the pots. Then at the river.
Then at Devara.
"…Milk… comes from the river…?"
Devara turned hearing him.
And for a second—He blinked.
-Blink!
"...."
Then—He laughed.
"No."
He picked up one of the pots and walked back.
"Milk doesn't come from the river."
Ashwatthama's face turned slightly red.
"…Oh."
Devara handed him the pot.
"My mother sent it."
Ashwatthama looked at him.
"…Your mother?"
Devara nodded casually.
-Nod
"She's Goddess Ganga."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The river flowed quietly behind them.
Ashwatthama stared at him.
"…Goddess…?"
The word felt too big. Too distant.
And yet—The milk in his hands was warm.
Real.
Devara sat beside him.
"This is when I usually drink milk."
A small pause.
"But today… I wanted to drink it with you."
Ashwatthama looked down at the pot.
His reflection shimmered faintly in the surface.
"…With me…"
His fingers tightened slightly around it.
Something inside him—Shifted.
Not excitement. Not disbelief. Something quieter.
Something deeper.
He lifted the pot slowly.
Took a small sip. And froze.
"…It's…"
His eyes widened in realisation.
"…sweet."
Another sip.
"…warm…"
A third—"…good."
Devara smiled seeing his reaction.
"Told you."
Ashwatthama didn't reply. He just kept drinking.
"...."
Slowly. Carefully.
As if afraid it might disappear.
Beside them—The river flowed. Gentle.
Silent.
"...."
Watching.
And far beneath—Ganga smiled seeing her son has made his first friend.
A faint red flicker crossed Devara's vision.
⚖️ [Karma Genesis System]
[-DUM!-DUM!]
[Action Completed: Provided nourishment to Ashwatthama]
[Impact: Emotional + Physical]
[🎁 Reward:]
[Karma Points +15]
[🔍 Note:]
[Intent: Pure]
[Bonus Applied +10 Karma Points]
The screen faded.
Devara didn't react outwardly. But he understood.
"...."
This—Was just the beginning.
Ashwatthama was still drinking slowly—Carefully. As if every drop mattered.
Beside him—Devara sat quietly.
But his focus…
Had shifted inward.
A faint red shimmer appeared before his eyes.
Invisible to the world.
He opened it.
[KARMA GENESIS SYSTEM – STATUS PANEL]
[🧾 Host Information:
Name: Devaratha [1]
Age: 5
Lineage: Human, ???
📊 [Attributes:]
Strength: Above Average[2]
Agility: High[3]
Durability: Above Average[4]
Attack: Moderate[5]
Defense: Moderate[6]
Stamina: High[7]]
'For a five-year-old… these stats were abnormal.'
[🏷️ [Titles] :
🌊 Ganga Putra [8]
-->Increased affinity with water.
-->Enhanced vitality within aquatic environments
-->Passive blessing from Goddess Ganga
[🧬 [Abilities]:
🐚 "Jal-Samvad"[9]
-->Allows communication with aquatic life forms.
-->Host is recognized as an ally unless hostility is provoked.
-->Aquatic beings may assist the host in times of need.
🌊 "Neer-Jeevan" [10]
-->Grants the ability to breathe, live, and move freely underwater.
-->No stamina drain within water environments.
✨ "Shuddha Aabha" [11]
-->A calming, purifying aura surrounds the host.
-->Induces ease, trust, and goodwill in others.
-->Host experiences natural resistance toward Adharma.]
[🎯 [Talents]:
🍀 Supreme Luck[12]
⚔️ Supreme Mastery Talent (Kalas & Astras)
-->Unmatched potential in all arts, weapons, and astras.
-->Requires learning, training, and experience to activate.]
[🗡️ [Possessions]:
Astras: None
Weapons: None
Kalas Known: None
Weapons Mastered: None
Summons: None]
[⚖️ [Karma Balance]:
25 Points]
A small number.
But—It felt heavy. Because each point…
Meant change.
[🛒 [System Store]:
Status: 🔒 Locked]
[🔓 Unlock Condition: 5000 Karma Points Required]
Devara blinked his eyes nearly poped out seeing the required numbers to unlock the system store.
"…Five thousand?"
That was far. Very far. The interface flickered softly.
As if reminding him—"Walk first."
Ashwatthama finished drinking.
He held the pot carefully. Still looking at it.
"…Can I… have this again tomorrow?"
Devara looked at him. Then smiled.
"Yeah."
Simple. Natural. As if it was obvious.
Dronacharya's Adobe[13]...
Inside a small hut—Time felt heavier than usual.
Kripi searched. Again. And again.
"...."
Every corner. Every pot. Every container.
Empty.
Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the last small jar.
Nothing.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silence filled the kitchen.
Her gaze fell on a small sack of rice flour.
A thought surfaced.
'…If I mix this with water, …He won't know…'
Her fingers reached for it.
Paused. Shook.
And slowly—Dropped.
"…No…"
Her voice broke as her chest become heavy with guilt.
"I can't…"
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
"I won't lie to my child…"
She covered her face.
The weight of helplessness pressing down.
Then—Footsteps.
-Step. -Step.
-Step...
Kripi turned to see who it was.
At the entrance—Dronacharya stood. Dust clung to his clothes. His posture steady.
"...."
But his eyes—Tired.
In his hands—A small bundle.
He stepped in. Opened it revealing.
Wheat grains. Rice. A few fruits.
Enough to survive.
But—Not what she needed.
Kripi's eyes dimmed. She tried to speak.
"...."
Stopped.
Drona watched her. Quietly. He didn't ask.
Because he already knew.
A memory surfaced—A few days ago...
His son's voice.
"What does milk taste like?"
The question echoed again as he over heard his son's question to himself as he muttered in low voice but he heard it.
And this time—It hurt more.
Drona closed his eyes briefly.
"...."
Guilt. Sharp. Unforgiving.
Not as a teacher. Not as a Brahmin. But as a father.
He exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
"…Kripi."
She looked at him. He spoke calmly.
But the decision behind his words was not.
"I remember… something."
A pause.
"An old promise."
Kripi's brows furrowed slightly.
-Frown!
"...."
Drona continued to explain.
"From Drupada."
The name lingered as if he was thinking about past.
"King of Panchala."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"He once said…"
Drona's voice lowered.
"Half his kingdom… would be mine."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Kripi understood instantly were the conversation is going.
"…You're not thinking—"
"I am."
The answer was firm.
"For our son."
That was enough.
Kripi stepped forward.
"No."
Her voice shook.
"You left that behind for a reason. That path… it's not your dharma."
Drona's expression hardened slightly.
"Then what is?"
A rare crack.
"To watch my son lack even milk?"
The words hit. Hard.
Kripi fell silent hearing him.
"...."
Because she had no answer. Only tears.
Drona turned away.
"I will go to Panchala tomorrow. Whatever it takes… I will not let this continue."
Kripi clenched her hands. She wanted to stop him. She should stop him.
But—The mother in her…
Stayed silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because deep down—
'…He deserves better.'
Silence filled the hut once more.
Heavy. Final.
And then—A voice. Bright. Alive.
"Mother! Father!"
Both of them froze.
Turning toward the entrance—There he was.
Ashwatthama.
Running in. Smiling.
In his hands—A small pot.
"…Look!"
He held it up proudly.
"I drank milk!"
Time stopped.
Kripi stared at her son in shock.
Drona blinked caught off guard.
"…Milk?"
Ashwatthama nodded eagerly.
-Nod
"My friend gave it to me!"
Kripi stepped forward. Her hands trembling as she remember that kid she saw with her son earlier.
"…Friend?"
Ashwatthama grinned happily.
-Grin!
"His name is Devara!"
The name settled into the room.
Unknown.
But powerful.
Drona's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Devara?"
Ashwatthama continued, excited—
"He brought it from the river!"
A pause.
Kripi blinked hearing her son explanation.
-Blink! -Blink!
"…From… the river?"
Ashwatthama nodded confidently.
-Nod
"His mother gave it."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Drona's gaze sharpened.
"Who is his mother?"
Ashwatthama answered without hesitation.
"Goddess Ganga."
The hut fell silent. Not disbelief. But realization.
Kripi's breath caught in her throat.
"...."
Drona stood still. The air itself seemed to shift.
Because this—Was no longer about milk.
This was—Something else. Something far beyond them.
Drona looked at the pot. Then at his son.
Then toward the river—Even though he couldn't see it.
His voice lowered.
"…Devara…"
The name lingered. Heavy with meaning.
Ashwatthama did not understand.
Not the weight of what had just happened.
Not the rarity. Not the unseen hands that had reached out for him.
To him—It was simple.
"My friend gave me milk."
And that was enough.
Kripi carefully took the empty pot from his hands.
Held it for a moment longer than needed.
As if confirming it was real after seeing a small amount of milk remaining.
Then placed it inside the kitchen.
No words were exchanged.
"...."
"...."
But both she and Drona had already decided—They needed to see.
At the Riverbank...
The three walked together.
Ashwatthama leading. Excited.
"This way!"
The sound of the river grew louder.
The wind softer.
And soon—They arrived.
Near the shore—A group of children still lingered.
Pushing. Pulling. Kicking.
Trying—And failing—To destroy the small sand castle.
"…Break it!"
"It won't fall!"
"Push harder!"
Ashwatthama's expression changed instantly.
"…Hey!"
Anger flashed across his face.
"They'll break it!"
He stepped forward—Ready to stop them.
But before he could—The children noticed.
Dronacharya. Standing behind him.
Their faces froze caught in the act.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then—They ran.
Scattering like leaves in the wind.
Gone. Silence returned.
Ashwatthama rushed forward—Checking the castle.
-Sigh!
"It's okay…"
Relief filled his voice.
Kripi watched quietly.
Then—Her gaze shifted.
To Drona.Because he hadn't moved.
Not even a step.
He stood there—Staring.
At the castle. Eyes wide. Not in confusion. But in recognition.
"...."
"…This…"
His voice was low.
"…is not ordinary."
Kripi frowned slightly.
"…It's just sand—No."
Drona's voice cut in. Firm. Certain.
"Look again."
She did. But saw nothing different.
Just a child's creation.
Fragile. Simple.
"…I don't see anything."
Drona stepped forward slowly.
His gaze sharpened.
Because to him—It was clear.
Around the castle—A presence.
Subtle. Vast.
Invisible to most. But not to him.
The ground itself seemed to breathe.
The sand held together—Not by structure.
But by will.
Drona's voice dropped to a whisper.
"…Bhūdevi…[14]"
The name carried reverence.
Because what he saw—Was not illusion. Not imagination.
But truth.
The castle—Was being protected.
By the Earth itself.
A faint aura surrounded it—Like unseen hands gently holding it together.
Not allowing it to fall. Not allowing it to break.
Kripi felt it then. Not clearly. Not like Drona.
But enough. A subtle heaviness.
A quiet presence.
"…This… is…?"
Drona didn't take his eyes off it.
"A blessing."
A pause.
"No…"
His expression grew more serious.
"Something more."
Ashwatthama looked between them.
Confused.
"…It's just our castle."
Drona turned toward him.
"…Who made this?"
Ashwatthama answered proudly—
"Me… and Devara!"
The name again.
Drona's gaze deepened while he was in deep thought.
"…Where is he?"
Ashwatthama pointed toward the river.
"He went that way."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Drona looked once more at the castle.
At the unseen protection. At the impossible stability.
And understood—
'…This child …is not ordinary.'
Kripi held Ashwatthama closer instinctively.
Not out of fear. But of awareness.
Goddess Bhūdevi[15] Domain...
Far beneath the layers of soil and stone—Beyond roots that whispered secrets of ages—Lay a realm unseen.
The domain of Bhūdevi[16].
Calm. Endless. Alive.
At its center—A vast, shimmering surface hovered in the air.
A Māyā Screen.
And within it—A child laughed.
-Hahaha!!!
Devara.
Bhūdevi leaned slightly forward, chin resting on her palm, eyes soft with quiet amusement.
"…There he goes again."
On the screen—A younger Devara zipped through the water, dragging an unwilling crocodile behind him.
Bhūdevi chuckled looking at the helpless crocodile.
-Chuckle!
"Poor creature…"
A flick of her fingers—The screen shifted.
Devara now—Hiding behind Ganga.
Peeking out. Making faces.
Bhūdevi's lips curved forming a smile.
"Mischievous…"
But her expression softened further.
"And bright."
Five years. For five years—She had watched.
At first—Out of curiosity. Because something about his birth had felt… different.
A child—Born in the riverbed.
Her domain. Her soil. Her foundation.
Bhūdevi tilted her head slightly.
"Which means…"
A small, satisfied smile appeared.
"He is mine too."
The logic was flawless.
At least—to her.
And yet—Her expression shifted.
Into something mildly annoyed.
"But does Ganga agree?"
The Māyā Screen flickered—Showing a memory.
-Flicker! -Flicker!
-Flicker!...
Bhūdevi standing at the edge of flowing waters.
Calling out.
"Ganga, let me come in."
And Ganga—Smiling. Too sweetly.
"Another time."
Then—Gone. The water closing like a curtain.
Bhūdevi narrowed her eyes.
"...."
Another memory.
"Just for a moment."
"No."
Another...
"I only want to see him."
"He's sleeping."
Another...
"Ganga."
"Busy."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Back to the present—Bhūdevi crossed her arms.
"…Excuses."
Her foot tapped lightly against the ground.
-Tap! -Tap!
-Tap! -Tap!...
"She knew. She absolutely knew."
A pause.
Then—A faint smirk.
-Smirk!
"She was guarding him."
Not from danger. But from—her.
Bhūdevi sighed thinking about it.
-Sigh!
"Selfish river…"
But there was no real anger. Only a quiet complaint.
"Keeping him all to yourself for five years…"
Her gaze returned to the screen.
Now showing—Devara stepping out of the river for the first time.
Bhūdevi's eyes lit up slightly.
"…Finally."
She leaned forward. Interest renewed.
"Now… things change."
The scene shifted—To the sand castle.
To the children. To the attempts to destroy it.
And her expression softened again.
Because she knew. What they did not.
"Of course it won't fall."
A faint golden glow pulsed beneath the image.
Invisible to mortals.
"You built it on me."
Her fingers moved gently—As if holding something delicate.
"How could I let it break?"
A pause.
Then—A quieter voice.
"Not when he made it."
The Māyā Screen flickered once more—Now showing Devara laughing with Ashwatthama.
Bhūdevi watched everything silently.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silently.
Then—A thought surfaced.
"Ganga had her turn…"
Her smile returned. Slow. Playful.
"Now it's mine."
The ground beneath the mortal world shifted slightly.
Not enough to alarm. Not enough to be noticed.
But enough—To signal.
Bhūdevi straightened.
"Let's see, little one…"
Her eyes gleamed faintly.
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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] (Alias: Devara)
[2] Compared to Children's his age
[3] Compared to Children's his age
[4] Compared to Children's his age
[5] Compared to Children's his age
[6] Compared to Children's his age
[7] Compared to Children's his age
[8] (Son of Ganga)
[9] (Water Communion)
[10] Aquatic Sovereignty
[11] Pure Aura of Ganga(Passive)
[12] (Sealed State) Once unsealed Supreme Luck will be upgraded to Tracended Luck
[13] Small Hut
[14] Goddess Of Earth
[15] Earth Goddess
[16] Earth Goddess