"You are both cursed and blessed, little ones… abandoned by ignorance, yet chosen by fate."
She cradled them close, and from her palms flowed milk white as moonlight, luminous and thick with divine essence. When the drops touched their lips, the world changed.
The river stilled. The sky brightened. The air trembled. As the sacred milk entered their bodies, their mortal shells began to evolve.
For Karna, it became a seal of divine resilience his golden skin shimmered like metal touched by lightning.
For Vasu, it awoke the sleeping power within the Silver Superman Gene pulsed awake for the first time, and his eyes gleamed with cosmic reflection.
"Drink, my children," Ganga whispered, smiling through tears.
"For this milk carries the will of heaven itself. You shall not break, even if the world turns against you."
When Vasu got the milk he open his eyes and saw a beautiful women radiating pure divine light was feeding him and his brother he started crying. Crying finally getting the motherly love he wanted .
Ganga knew what was to come.
She could not keep them for Niyati, destiny itself, had already written their paths.
But she wished to know one truth before sending them into mortal hands.
She carried the infants downstream, where two figures waited near the banks Adhiratha, the royal charioteer of Hastinapur, and his wife Radha, who had long prayed for children of their own.
When Ganga appeared before them, the river glowed like molten silver.
Adhiratha fell to his knees.
"O Divine Mother! What grace brings you before us mortals?"
Ganga's voice was soft yet thunderous — both compassion and command intertwined.
"Two sons lie here — forsaken by those who birthed them, yet bound for greatness.
You may take them… if your hearts are pure. But know this — I offer a choice."
In her shimmering hands appeared two things:
A chest filled with gold beyond mortal measure.
The basket holding the two crying infants.
"Choose," said the Goddess. "Gold or life. Wealth or destiny."
Adhiratha and Radha looked at one another their hearts pounding. Radha's eyes filled with tears as she stared at the children.
Without hesitation, she ran forward and seized the basket, clutching the babies close to her heart.
"What mother could leave her children?" she cried.
"Keep your gold, O Devi it is cold and dead. These two… they are warm and alive!"
there was anger in the eyes for the mother who could have thrown these two child in the river but on top of that there was motherly love which was oozing throughout her.
Adhiratha, overcome with emotion, hurled the golden chest into the river.
It sank with a hiss — swallowed whole by the current. Adhiratha though poor but was a man of moralhe had resolute eyes. He turned to Ganga, voice shaking with reverence and defiance.
"If this is a test, O Goddess, let it be known no treasure equals the breath of a child!"
Ganga smiled the kind of smile that bends the course of time itself. Her tears fell into the river, turning the water into liquid light.
"So be it," she said gently.
"Your choice has sealed their fate and yours. These children shall bring both glory and storm to your lineage.
Yet know this as long as your love remains true, my waters shall protect you."
She lowered the infants into Radha's arms their tiny hands grasping her fingers. She was reluctant to part but she knew what destiny they have so she hidng her sadness she leaned down and kissed their foreheads, a glow marking each child:
On Karna's brow — a golden sigil of endurance.
On Vasu's — a silver rune of infinity.
"Vajra they shall be," Ganga whispered.
"Unbreakable. Unyielding.
One shall walk the path of flame, the other the path of stars. But both both are mine."
As she stepped back, Radha stopped her and asked for herself to lactate so she could feed her child and Devi Ganga grated her boon that she have divine milk that will nourish there body after giving the boon she took a step back and her form dissolved into mist, her voice lingering in the air:
"Protect them well, Adhiratha. For through them, the wheel of fate shall turn anew."
The river resumed its eternal flow.
Radha wept quietly as the babies cooed in her arms.
Adhiratha stood beside her, staring into the distance — where the palace of Hastinapur gleamed faintly under the rising sun.
"Radha," he whispered, "our lives will never be the same."
"Then let them change," she said softly, smiling at the twins. "For these two are worth any fate."
The wind carried the faint echo of a goddess's laughter and with it, the sound of destiny stirring.
Radha's arms cradled the twins close, feeling the soft warmth of their bodies against her chest. Karna whimpered, the golden aura around him flickering like sunlight through leaves. Vasu, however, remained quiet, his tiny fingers curled around the the sari of Radha
As the last ripples of Devi Ganga's blessing faded, Vasu's eyes flickered open. Silver light spilled from his irises, faint but undeniable. The System activated automatically, integrating the infant into the mortal timeline. A pulse of cosmic energy rippled through him, and even the gentle hands of Radha felt heavier than ordinary, almost as if reality itself acknowledged his presence.
[Ding!]
System Online: Mahā-Kāl System
Host: Vasu
Stage: Initialization Complete
Blessings: Shiva's Root Invisibility, Brahma's Insight, Vishnu's Equilibrium
Genetic Template: Silver Superman Gene (Active)
Though only a day old, Vasu's mind processed every detail: the texture of Radha's sari, the rhythm of her heartbeat, the slight sway of the basket with the river's current. Every sensation was stored, every pattern logged, every movement understood.
Karna, beside him, blinked golden eyes, glowing faintly. Even at this young age, the bond between the two was tangible. Vasu's tiny hand brushed Karna's shoulder, and a wave of warmth resonated across their auras a connection that transcended mortal understanding.
Radha whispered softly, "Sleep now, little ones… tomorrow is another day." But Vasu's gaze remained fixed, taking in the world fully not as an infant, but as a soul reborn with purpose.Yet, even with cosmic understanding, the first sensation he felt was Radha's overflowing love. Every gentle hum she made, every soft touch, sent waves of warmth that penetrated the infant's divine consciousness.
Radha whispered, holding him close:
"You are mine now, little ones. I will protect you with my life, with every beat of my heart."
Her love radiated around the twins like a tangible force. The System detected it as a protective aura modifier, enhancing their stability, calming their cries, and reinforcing Vasu's nascent powers.
Karna cooed, sensing the unyielding warmth. Vasu's tiny hand moved instinctively to mirror his brother's energy, and for a moment, golden and silver merged into a harmonic pulse of life.
Radha's devotion overflowed as she fed the twins. Her hands trembled slightly, yet every motion was filled with infinite care. The first sip of her milk blessed subtly by Devi Ganga nourished more than their bodies; it anchored their souls to warmth, safety, and unconditional love.
Vasu felt it immediately. Unlike mortal milk, this carried intent, pure and protective. It was as if every ounce of Radha's love activated latent growth, catalyzing the Silver Superman Gene.
The System whispered to him:
"Mother's love detected. Integration with Silver Superman Gene: Passive Boost Applied."
Even Karna's golden aura brightened, his body absorbing Radha's nurturing energy, resilience forming in his muscles, his heart, and his mind.
Radha held them close, rocking them gently:
"Sleep, my children. The world may be cruel, but while I live, no harm shall touch you."
Vasu, even as a newborn, processed her voice, her warmth, her heartbeat. It became a constant anchor for his consciousness, a pattern he would always rely upon, even in times of cosmic chaos.
By the third day, Radha's love became more than warmth — it was a shield. She watched the twins constantly, her gaze never leaving them. Every ripple of the river, every whisper of the wind, every fluttering leaf was noted.
Vasu's System registered this: Aura Synchronization Upgrade — Mother's Love. Whenever he felt her attention, subtle protective impulses surged, strengthening his tiny body, enhancing reflexes, and sharpening awareness.
Even when Karna stirred in hunger or discomfort, Radha's hands were there, soft but firm, soothing and guiding. Vasu mirrored the pattern, instinctively stabilizing Karna's aura with his own silver energy. The bond between mother and children and between the twins themselves created a triad of divine resonance.
On the fourth day, a small threat approached a curious snake drawn near the bank. Vasu sensed it instantly, yet before he could act, Radha instinctively raised her voice, a fierce, protective tone laced with maternal authority.
The snake recoiled, hissing, and the twins felt a wave of reassurance surge through them. Vasu's System logged: Protective Influence Detected — Maternal Love Field Activated.
Radha held the twins tightly, rocking them back and forth, whispering:
"You are mine. Nothing will harm you. Not snake, not river, not fate."
The infants' divine pulses intertwined with Radha's aura, amplifying their innate powers. Even at this age, her love was more powerful than any mortal shield.
Radha spent the day near the riverbank, feeding, rocking, and singing lullabies. Her voice, soft as silk and resonant as a temple bell, carried patterns of stability and safety.
Vasu's System recorded her emotions, integrating maternal energy into his own aura. The Silver Superman Gene adapted, absorbing every gesture, every hum, every caress as evolutionary input.
"Sleep now, my brave stars," Radha whispered. "Grow strong, my golden sun and silver moon. No storm shall break you, no sorrow shall touch you while I am near."
Karna cooed at her voice, golden aura brightening. Vasu's silver energy responded, a harmonic dance of motherly love and cosmic potential.
Radha began subtle interactions, teaching them the first lessons of survival through touch and sound. When Karna reached for an unstable basket edge, her hands guided him gently. When Vasu adjusted his tiny position, her warmth reinforced his confidence.
Adhiratha, carrying the twins toward the riverbank for the evening, hummed softly, unaware of the cosmic subtlety unfolding. The sun hung low, painting the water in molten gold and silver reflections.
Vasu's eyes, faintly glowing silver, caught the sunlight. Something deep inside stirred the Silver Superman Gene recognizing a source of pure energy. Slowly, instinctively, he extended his tiny senses, absorbing the sunlight with greedy hunger, far beyond the needs of a mortal infant.
The mortal shell of his body shimmered faintly at first veins glowing with silver threads, energy flowing into every cell. Within moments, the transformation accelerated, and his body began ascending toward Demi-God physiology. Muscles, bones, even the heartbeat itself subtly adjusted to channel the divine energy efficiently.
Radha cooed, completely unaware:
"Look, my golden sun, my silver moon… you are stronger than the river itself."
Vasu's System registered in silent acknowledgement:
> Sunlight Absorption Detected — Silver Superman Gene Integration.
Body Transformation: Mortal → Demi-God (Partial)
Power Surge: +∞ Potential
Hidden Abilities: Initiating Chronal Field Calibration.
Even Karna stirred, golden aura brightening faintly, sensing a subtle shift in his twin's energy. But Vasu didn't release or display any extraordinary power. To the world, he remained just a tiny silver-eyed infant, cradled in Radha's arms.
Adhiratha, observing the twins on the shore, smiled fondly:
> "They grow so quickly… stronger than any child should be."
But little did he know, the child's strength already surpassed mortal understanding, quietly integrating sunlight into his very essence, preparing the Silver Superman Gene for the trials ahead.
Radha, still focused on motherly care, hummed a lullaby as the twins floated gently in her arms. Vasu, quietly absorbing the sun's energy, let the warmth mingle with the maternal aura — a silent symphony of love and power intertwining, hidden from the eyes of mortals.
By the end of the day, while Radha and Adhiratha rested, Vasu's system quietly noted:
Demi-God Physiology Initiated
Sunlight Energy Absorption: 5% Body Integration
Hidden Potential: Exponential Growth Through Environmental Energy Sources
Cognitive Note: Continue covertly absorbing all natural energies without revealing capabilities.
Vasu closed his eyes, a faint smile crossing his silver-glowing lips. Even in this mortal cradle, the world already began bending to his will, slowly, silently guided by love, destiny, and divine inheritance.
The morning sun crept slowly over the banks of the Ganga. Mist curled across the water like soft fingers, and the faint hum of life stirred in the reeds. Radha awoke first, gently adjusting the twins in her arms. Karna stirred, golden light brushing across his skin like dawn itself, but it was Vasu who caught her attention most the silver glow in his eyes flickered faintly as though reflecting the sun's own soul.
Radha's love overflowed, a torrent of warmth and tenderness. Every word she whispered, every touch, every soothing hum fed not only their hearts but something deeper, something divine within Vasu. She cradled him to her chest, letting him feel her heartbeat, the warmth of human affection fused with motherly devotion.
Vasu's mind — aware beyond his infant body — flickered with thought. This… is what life feels like, unbound by fate or cold duty. Warmth, not fear. Guidance, not rejection. This… is power beyond strength.
Even as a newborn, his System interface silently activated:
> Environmental Energy Detected: Maternal Love.
Energy Conversion: 7% integration into Silver Superman Gene.
Vasu flexed his tiny fingers instinctively, and though imperceptible to Radha, the faint pulse of silver energy rippled along his veins, feeding the dormant Silver Superman Template within him.
I am not just a child, he thought, I am a variable, a deviation from destiny. And yet… this warmth, this love… it does not bind me. It strengthens me.
Radha noticed the subtle shimmer and smiled, believing it a trick of the morning light. She hummed a lullaby and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Sleep, little one. Grow strong. Grow wise. Grow brave."
The hours passed in quiet, punctuated by Radha's care and Adhiratha's occasional glance. Vasu felt the love, absorbed it, and a strange awareness stirred in him. The world around him the rustling leaves, the river's flow, the songs of birds became a language he could almost understand. Words formed not in speech but in meaning, a thread connecting all things: sound, motion, life, and intent.
> Voice of All Things: activated. Neural mapping complete at subconscious level. Language comprehension expanding exponentially.
He turned his attention to Karna. His golden-hued brother cooed softly, unaware of the silver aura subtly shifting around Vasu. Brother… I will protect you. I will make sure none of this injustice touches you again. I will carry the burden before it even reaches you.
Even the Ganga's gentle current seemed to recognize Vasu's awakening. Tiny waves brushed the basket as if guiding it gently downstream, a cosmic whisper aligning with his silver pulse.
By afternoon, the System quietly updated:
> System Notice: Hidden Potential is stabilizing. Silver Superman Gene now 10% integrated into body systems.
Chronal Field Passive: Observing probability threads. Basic detection of minor threats.
Power Display: Mortal disguise maintained. External perception: infant. Actual status: Demi-God physiology emerging.
Vasu's thoughts reflected both his past life and the System's guidance:
I am mortal here, yes. But I see beyond their eyes. I feel their intent, their weakness, their truth. Even as they smile, they are blind to the threads I touch. This… this will be my advantage. But I will not act — not yet. I must wait. Observe. Protect. Guide.
As night fell, Radha nestled both infants against her, her love overflowing like a protective aura. Vasu's silver eyes reflected the moonlight, faintly glowing. He felt his body subtly strengthen, bones and heart weaving in the silver threads of the gene.
One day, the world will try to harm Karna. And then… I will act. But until then… I learn. I grow. I wait.
The basket rested safely near their temporary shelter, while the silver pulse around Vasu whispered silently into the night, a lullaby of infinite potential, devotion, and destiny, guided by the purest of mortal love — a mother's.