(A/N):
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Himanshu was eighteen.
An orphan, a survivor, and someone who had learned early that the world rarely played fair.
That was probably why he liked Mahabharata.
Because in that story, fairness wasn't guaranteed either.
In his house sitting on the couch he was chatting with his friends.
"Bro, Arjuna would still win. Skill matters!"
"Skill? Karna was cursed from birth! He still stood equal to Arjuna!"
The group chat buzzed endlessly, messages flying like arrows on a battlefield.
Himanshu leaned back against the cracked wall of his small rented room, typing rapidly.
"If Indra hadn't tricked Karna and taken his Kavach and Kundal, Arjuna wouldn't stand a chance."
A few seconds passed...
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Replies exploded.
"Excuses! Fate matters!"
"He still lost!"
Himanshu's fingers paused over the screen. His jaw tightened.
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"That wasn't fate. That was manipulation."
No one replied immediately. He scoffed softly, locking his phone.
The room was small. Old. Paint peeling like forgotten memories.
A single tube light flickered above.
This was his world.
And honestly… he had made peace with it.
He plugged his phone into charge and stretched.
"Enough debate for today…"
Grabbing a towel, he headed to the bathroom.
Minutes later—
Fresh from his bath, hair still dripping, he stepped back into the room.
The phone screen lit up.
[Ding...]
Notification.
He picked it up casually. Water still clung to his fingers.
And then—
⚡
-BAM!!!
A violent surge ripped through his body.
His muscles locked. His breath vanished. The world exploded into white.
Silence.
There was only silence greeted him.
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When consciousness returned, it did not come gently.
It crashed. Himanshu gasped. Cold air stabbed his lungs.
-Gasp!
Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, a frozen ocean beneath a pale sky.
"…What…?"
His voice trembled, swallowed by the vast emptiness.
This wasn't his room. This wasn't Earth.
-Chime!
A soft, rhythmic sound echoed. Not loud. But absolute.
It felt like the universe itself had made that sound.
Himanshu turned. And froze.
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There, standing upon the snow as if the ground itself bowed beneath him—Was Lord Shiva.
Ash-covered skin. A crescent moon resting upon matted locks. The Ganga flowing silently from his hair. Serpents coiled like ornaments of eternity. Tiger skin draped with effortless authority.
And those eyes—Calm. Infinite. Terrifying.
Himanshu's mind blanked. His body refused to move.
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His thoughts shattered like glass.
A soft chuckle escaped Shiva's lips.
-Chuckle!
Not mocking. Not kind. Just… amused.
That sound snapped Himanshu back.
"...."
His legs trembled as he instinctively bowed.
"I… I…"
Words failed him.
Shiva spoke. His voice wasn't loud.
Yet it echoed everywhere.
"Your end came before its time."
Himanshu slowly lifted his head, confusion flooding his face.
"…What?"
"You were struck down… by the wrath of a god."
Something clicked. A memory. A name. A feeling.
"…Indra."
The word left his lips like a quiet accusation.
He let out a long breath. Not shocked. Just… disappointed.
-Sigh!
Shiva watched him closely. Then spoke again.
"You hold no fear."
Himanshu shook his head slightly.
"…What's the point? If a god decides something, what can someone like me even do?"
A pause.
Then, quieter—
"…Still… that was unfair."
For a brief moment—The air changed.
As if the universe itself acknowledged those words.
Shiva's lips curved faintly.
"That is why you stand here."
Himanshu blinked caught off guard.
"You have been chosen."
The snow around them trembled slightly, as if reacting to those words.
"There exists a world… where Dharma is on the brink of collapse. You will be reborn there. Your purpose… will reveal itself with time."
Himanshu's mind spun. Reborn? Another world?
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This sounded insane.
And yet—Standing before Shiva, nothing felt impossible.
Shiva continued to explain.
"Before you depart… you may ask for three boons."
Silence fell.
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Himanshu lowered his gaze. Thinking. Not rushing.
Because somehow… he knew—This moment would define everything.
After a long pause, he spoke. Carefully.
🔹 First Boon...
"I want… a system."
Shiva's eyebrow lifted slightly.
"A system that rewards me. For actions, for impact, for changing the world. Something that lets me grow stronger… by earning it. And allows me to obtain abilities, weapons, or even summons."
The snow stirred faintly.
🔹 Second Boon...
"Supreme luck."
A simple request. Yet dangerous.
🔹 Third Boon...
Himanshu looked up. This time, his voice carried weight.
"Supreme talent. In all Kalas… and all forms of weapon mastery."
Silence.
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For a moment—Even time seemed to pause.
Then—Shiva laughed. Not loudly. But the sound echoed like thunder wrapped in tranquility.
-Hahaha!
"You ask boldly."
Himanshu didn't look away. A faint glint appeared in Shiva's eyes.
"Tathastu."
The word resonated.
Not heard—Felt. Reality cracked. Snow dissolved. Space folded.
Himanshu's body began to fade. As darkness claimed him once more.
The snow had long faded.
Himanshu's soul had already been carried away—reborn into a world on the brink of collapse.
And yet…The place where he once stood did not empty.
A soft golden radiance unfolded in the void.
Then—Another.
From the light emerged Lord Brahma, seated upon a blooming lotus, calm yet burdened.
And beside him—Lord Vishnu, serene, yet carrying a quiet exhaustion in his gaze.
Shiva did not turn. He already knew.
A silence passed between the three.
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Not awkward. Not heavy. But ancient.
Vishnu was the first to speak.
"So… it has finally begun."
Brahma exhaled slowly, his voice carrying both relief and tension.
"We have confirmed it. The condition has been fulfilled."
Shiva's eyes remained half-closed.
"The anomaly… exists."
The winds shifted.
Brahma continued with a gleam in his eyes.
"For the first time since the cycle began… there is a possibility. A path where Kaliyuga does not descend entirely into darkness."
Vishnu's gaze turned distant.
"A light… within Kaliyuga itself."
That alone was unnatural.
Because in every cycle—Kaliyuga was meant to decay. To rot. To collapse.
Until—Kalki arrived.
Vishnu's voice lowered.
"And yet… this path was never visible before."
A pause. Then, with a faint sigh, he added.
-Sigh!
"Perhaps… we should be grateful."
Brahma frowned hearing him.
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Vishnu continued looking at Lord Shiva.
"To that… rebellious son of Kali. Kaalvritra."
The name itself felt wrong.
Like a shadow trying to wear a crown.
Brahma's expression hardened.
"A Rakshasa who dared to oppose his own father…"
Shiva finally opened his eyes.
"...."
Brahma continued with a grim expression.
"His ambition was madness. To replace Kali himself… to become the embodiment of the age."
Vishnu nodded slightly.
-Nod
"And yet, in seeking power… he forced open a flaw in creation."
A loophole. A possibility that was never meant to exist.
For a moment—All three remembered.
A Rakshasa kneeling before them. Eyes burning with defiance. A boon demanded. A condition twisted.
A mistake… or perhaps inevitability.
Brahma clenched his hand.
"If this fails… We will not get another chance."
His voice, though calm, carried something rare—Fear.
Vishnu did not deny it. Because they all knew. This was not a cycle that could be reset easily.
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Shiva spoke then. Calm. Certain.
"You forget."
Both Brahma and Vishnu turned toward him.
"The child you worry for… Is not merely a mortal."
The air itself stilled.
"He is born from all three of us."
A quiet revelation if any other were present there.
"Creation. Preservation. Destruction. Balanced… within a single existence."
Brahma's eyes widened slightly hearing the word balanced.
Shiva continued with his tone neutral.
"This is his 536th incarnation."
Vishnu's gaze sharpened.
"In every previous life… the balance broke."
Shiva nodded grimly he felt sad for the miserable lives his child as to go through.
"Power leaned too heavily toward one aspect."
Creation → he became passive
Preservation → he became bound
Destruction → he fell into tyranny
"And each time… he lost himself."
A long silence followed.
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Then—Shiva's voice softened.
"But this time… The balance holds."
For the first time—Hope.
But then—Brahma's expression darkened.
"And yet… before we could even begin…"
Vishnu closed his eyes briefly.
"Indra."
The name carried quiet disappointment.
"His impatience… his pride…"
Brahma's voice hardened with contained anger in his voice.
"He killed the child."
The wind grew sharp.
"A direct interference in a design he could not comprehend."
Shiva's gaze turned distant.
"And in doing so… He forced our hand to fast-track our plan."
Silence.
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Then—Vishnu spoke softly.
"We cannot wait another cycle."
Brahma nodded this is there chance they don't know how my reincarnation will it take to get such a balanced power in a body.
"We have already waited… too long."
All three looked toward the unseen horizon—Toward the world where Himanshu had just been reborn.
Vishnu's voice carried quiet resolve:
"We will observe."
The void fell silent once more.
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The presence of the Trimurti faded like a dream dissolving at dawn.
Their final words lingered only as echoes—A pact. A secret. A promise.
"Our consorts must not know… until the right moment."
And then—They were gone.
For a brief moment—Nothing existed. No sound. No movement.
Only stillness.
Then—A faint ripple.
From the edge of existence, a figure stepped in—Veena in hand. Feet light. Presence… unmistakable.
Sage Narada.
He had arrived with purpose. With urgency. With news.
"Narayana—"
The chant died. Mid-breath. Narada froze. His eyes swept across the empty expanse.
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But this was no ordinary emptiness. The air still vibrated. Residual divinity clung to space like fragrance after a storm.
He didn't hear everything. But he heard enough.
Words. Fragments. Truths not meant for wandering ears.
"Child…"
"Balance…"
"536th…"
"Secret…"
Narada's expression went still.
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Uncharacteristically still. Even his ever-moving fingers stopped brushing the strings of his veena.
For once—He did not speak. He did not sing.
He did not even whisper—
"Narayana."
Then—Slowly… Very slowly… A grin began to form.
-Grin!
Not loud. Not dramatic. But dangerous.
The kind of smile that meant—Something interesting had just entered the game.
His eyes gleamed.
-Gleam!
"A secret… from the Trimurti themselves…"
His lips twitched.
-Twitch!
"And one that must be hidden from their consorts?"
A pause.
Then—He chuckled. Soft. Knowing.
-Chuckle!
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The small tuft of hair atop his head—adorned with a delicate flower—twitched like an antenna catching divine gossip 📡🌸
Narada tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Now this… This is what I call… opportunity."
Not mischief. Not chaos. Balance.[1]
He began to pace lightly.
"Mahadevi Parvati…"
"Mahalakshmi…"
"Mahasaraswati…"
Each name rolled off his tongue like a carefully chosen note. His grin widened.
-Grin!
"Surely… they would be most interested…"
He stopped. Looked toward the unseen horizon—Toward the world where Himanshu had been reborn.
Then upward. As if already imagining the reactions.
"Secrets among gods… Hidden children… A plan within Kaliyuga[2]…"
He placed a hand over his heart dramatically.
"Ah… how can a humble sage like me possibly carry such a burden alone?"
A beat.
Then—Finally—He spoke it.
"Narayana~!"
But this time—It wasn't just devotion. It was delight.
In the next instant—Narada vanished.
Not toward the world of mortals. But toward a far more… volatile destination.
The abodes of the three goddesses.
And somewhere—Far beyond divine realms—Fate shuddered.
Because the moment Narada decided to "share" something…
It was never just information. It was the beginning of a storm.
Mount Kailash...
Mount Kailash stood serene.
Snow-covered peaks shimmered beneath an endless sky, untouched by time, untouched by chaos.
And at its heart—Laughter.
Goddess Parvati sat gracefully upon a stone platform, her presence warm yet regal.
Beside her—Goddess Lakshmi, radiant like flowing gold, calm but thoughtful. And Goddess Saraswati, serene as a still river, her eyes carrying quiet wisdom.
This was not a meeting of power.
This was a meeting of friends.
"…I have been feeling it again,"
Lakshmi said softly, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air.
"Like something is… missing."
Saraswati nodded while thinking.
"Not absence… but incompleteness."
Parvati tilted her head slightly, thoughtful.
"As if something that should exist… does not."
A rare silence followed.
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Even the winds of Kailash seemed to pause.
Then—A voice shattered the stillness.
"NARAYANA~!"
All three turned.
From a distance—A familiar figure approached.
Jogging. Yes… jogging.
Veena bouncing lightly at his side. Smile wide.
Eyes sparkling with something unmistakable—
Gossip.
Sage Narada had arrived.
He slowed as he reached them, straightened himself, and offered a respectful bow.
"My humble salutations to the divine mothers."
Parvati raised an eyebrow.
Already suspicious.
"Narada… why are you here?"
Lakshmi leaned forward slightly.
"And why do you look like that?"
Saraswati added calmly looking at her son.
"Something has happened."
Narada placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
"What? Can I not visit without reason mother?"
Three pairs of eyes stared at him.
Unmoved. A beat.
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Narada coughed lightly to break the awkwardness.
-Cough! -Cough!
"…Very well."
His smile returned. Sharper this time.
"Let me tell a story."
Narada began pacing slowly, voice smooth, almost playful.
"Once… there was a child. A rather… special child."
Lakshmi's gaze narrowed slightly.
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"This child…"
Narada continued to tell the story,
"Was born… to three fathers."
Parvati's expression stilled surprised by it.
Saraswati's eyes sharpened feeling her son was upto something.
Narada clasped his hands behind his back.
"And those fathers…"
A pause. A deliberate one.
"Chose to keep his existence… hidden."
Lakshmi frowned feeling somehow this is connected to her.
-Frown!
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Parvati spoke first. Her voice calm—But firm.
"Hidden… from whom?"
Narada turned. His smile deepened.
"From their wives."
Silence.
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A very dangerous silence.
Narada tilted his head innocently.
"So I wondered… Should the mothers… be told?"
The question lingered.
Lakshmi answered first. No hesitation.
"They should."
Her voice was gentle—But absolute.
Saraswati followed supporting her friend.
"Truth withheld… is trust broken."
Then—Parvati. Her eyes glinted faintly.
"If such a child exists… Then he is as much theirs as he is the fathers'."
A pause.
"To hide him…"
Her voice dropped slightly.
"Is unacceptable."
Narada stopped moving feeling the shift in the air.
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For a moment—He said nothing.
Then—Slowly…
He smiled. Not playful anymore. Victorious.
Narada turned toward them fully.
"How fortunate… That all three of you… share the same opinion."
Something shifted. Subtly. But undeniably.
Narada's voice lowered.
"Because the fathers in this story…"
He paused.
"Are none other than…"
The air tightened as he was about to reveal the names.
"Lord Brahma... Lord Vishnu... And… Lord Shiva."
Silence fell like a blade.
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Narada didn't stop.
"And the mothers…"
His gaze moved across them. One by one.
"Are… You."
Time froze.
For a single heartbeat—Even Kailash itself seemed to forget how to breathe.
Narada's final words dropped like thunder.
"The child has been born… not once… But 536 times. And yet…"
A soft smile plastered on his face.
"He has never been revealed to you."
Silence. Not confusion. Not disbelief.
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Something deeper.
Lakshmi's expression darkened.
Saraswati's fingers tightened slightly over her veena.
And Parvati—Did not speak.
But the air around her… Changed.
Narada took a small step back. Instinctively.
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Because he knew—He had just done something irreversible.
A breeze passed through Kailash.
But this time—It carried tension. Divine. Heavy. Unforgiving.
Narada bowed once more. Quickly.
"Narayana."
And vanished.
Leaving behind—Not answers. But a storm waiting to awaken.
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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] (Or at least… that’s what he would call it.)
[2] (He still fully hear what they spoke. So he assumes their plan was in Kaliyug) And Yug or Yuga means that age the world was in like Ice age. Kali Yug is the current present age of our timeline.