Arjun's POV:
"Reveal the truth tomorrow in front of everyone, Mata. Then leave the rest to me and my other five brothers."
I had said that so confidently.
Well… maybe a bit too confidently.
Mata looked calmer after my reassurance. But me? I was drowning in uncertainty.
I had no idea what the consequences of this plan would be.
Once I returned to my chambers, the confusion only deepened. My head was light, like it was floating far from reality.
Before I realized it, dawn had arrived.
I only noticed because sunlight crept through the closed windows.
I had spent the entire night staring at nothing, lost in a maze of thoughts.
But beyond all the drama… something else had kept me awake.
The fading memories of my past life.
Slowly, I was losing who I used to be—Parth.
I couldn't remember my parents' or siblings' faces anymore. They were just blurred outlines in my mind.
Sometimes I wondered…
Were those fifteen years as Parth even real? Or just a dream I clung to?
But strangely, one face never left me—my grandmother's.
Very few people knew I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
My family, a few close relatives—that was it.
Yes, I had hallucinations. I lacked motivation. I was… different.
Sometimes I'd wake up in a hospital bed with doctors saying the same thing:
> "You ran away and lost control again."
But I never remembered doing it.
I didn't have friends. I scared them off with my behavior.
My parents… they hated me. I could see it in their eyes.
They hated that I wasn't "normal." That I didn't fit.
In that harsh world of Kaliyug, I always felt like I didn't belong.
The only person who gave me comfort... was Grandma.
Her stories became my escape from reality.
And now, as Arjun, the person I miss the most… is still her.
Strangely, she resembles someone from this era.
But no matter how hard I try—I can't place who.
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Third Person POV:
At some point, Parth fully became Arjun.
But remembering his past… it always stirred something inside him.
A truth his mind refused to acknowledge. A truth he knew existed—but was terrified to uncover.
So he stopped.
Just before crossing that invisible line.
It was the only way to protect his sanity.
But the time had come to fulfill his promise to Kunti.
To bring back her eldest son.
Before that, he had to face the others—his brothers.
Little did he know, destiny had something else in store for him…
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Arjun's POV (Continued):
I took a deep breath and made my decision.
The truth had to come out. My brothers deserved to know.
But fear still lingered in my chest.
That's when I heard her voice again in my mind—
> "You are my brave boy," Grandma used to say.
"Never give up. Keep your head high. My little warrior is meant to win."
Those words always lifted me.
But they were always followed by something… stranger.
> "When darkness gains the upper hand, he awakens. Yes, he always does.
You are his brother—meant to end the negativity of this sinful yug."
Back then, I didn't understand who "he" was.
Even now… I still don't.
Maybe Grandma said it to help me feel special.
Maybe it was just a metaphor.
Or maybe… it meant something more.
But that riddle could wait.
I got ready and stepped out of my room, ready to face my brothers.
Only…
That wasn't the scene that greeted me.
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Scene Shift: Hospital Room (Third Person POV):
Gone was the royal hallway. Gone were the greetings and gardens.
Instead—white walls. Cold silence. A soft, rhythmic beeping.
Arjun… or rather, Parth… was lying in a hospital bed.
A nurse passed by without noticing him.
His head pounded. His limbs were numb.
But nothing hurt more than the questions racing in his mind.
> "I was just walking toward my brothers…
Then how did I end up here?"
He tried to speak. No sound came out.
His throat burned. He was starving. Exhausted.
But worst of all—he felt helpless again.
That same old helplessness.
He had trained so hard. Grown so strong.
Yet now… here he was. Powerless. Alone.
No answers. No voices. Just the cold grip of uncertainty.
Eventually, the fatigue won.
The world faded into blackness once more…
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