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Meeting Chamber...

The meeting chamber deep within the royal palace of Trivenivrata felt far colder than the festive halls outside.

The joyous sounds of celebration no longer reached this place clearly.

Only faint echoes of distant music occasionally drifted through the stone corridors before fading again into silence.

Inside the chamber, several oil lamps burned steadily around the circular table while shadows flickered across the walls.

And seated there now—Were four men carrying the weight of kingdoms upon their shoulders.

Devara.

Dhritarashtra.

Bhishma.

And Mahamantri Vidura.

For several moments after entering, nobody spoke immediately.

The silence itself felt heavy.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Waiting for Dhritarashtra to break the silence.

Then finally—Dhritarashtra exhaled slowly. And broke it.

-Sigh!

He revealed everything. The astrologers prediction on Suryodana’s future.

The storm during Suryodana’s birth.

The extinguished lamps across Hastinapur.

The terrifying omens when a new life comes to the world.

And finally—The prophecy itself.

That his son might one day lead the Kuru lineage toward destruction.

As the truth settled fully into the chamber, the atmosphere became suffocatingly heavy.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Even the flames of the oil lamps seemed quieter somehow.

Bhishma’s expression hardened slowly with every word.

Meanwhile Vidura looked visibly disturbed.

Neither man interrupted Dhritarashtra while he confessed everything.

Then finally Dhritarashtra admitted the final truth. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"I suppressed the news."

His voice sounded tired now.

"I did not allow the prediction to spread beyond those present."

Bhishma closed his eyes briefly hearing that.

Not out of anger.

But because he understood exactly why Dhritarashtra had done it.

A father protecting his newborn son.

Yet at the same time—Prophecies of such scale could not simply be ignored.

Mahamantri Vidura finally spoke first.

And unlike earlier celebrations, his tone carried no softness now.

"It is dangerous."

The words landed heavily.

Vidura folded his hands tightly while thinking carefully now he was thinking as a Hastinapur’s Mahamantri.

"The stars do not speak lightly in matters like this."

His sharp eyes turned toward Dhritarashtra directly.

"...."

"If the prophecy truly holds such weight ...then we must act with extreme caution."

Dhritarashtra’s jaw tightened immediately he was not blaming his brother he was thinking as the Mahamantri of Hastinapura.

Mahamantri Vidura however forced himself to continue.

"For the safety of the Kuru lineage ...Prince Suryodana must be kept away from succession."

The chamber instantly became even heavier.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Even Bhishma slowly looked toward Vidura thoughtfully rather than rejecting the idea outright.

Because the terrifying part—Was that the suggestion carried logic.

Vidura continued carefully.

"If he becomes heir to the throne ...and if the prophecy proves true..."

"...the consequences could devastate the entire lineage."

His voice remained calm, but tension filled every word.

"The stars cannot simply be dismissed."

Bhishma finally spoke quietly afterward.

"Prophecy alone should never decide a child’s fate."

That statement momentarily relieved Dhritarashtra slightly.

But Bhishma’s next words returned the tension immediately.

"Yet ignoring such warnings entirely ...would also be foolish."

The old warrior leaned back slowly, deep in thought now.

For perhaps the first time since Suryodana’s birth—The terrifying possibility was being discussed openly by men capable of shaping kingdoms.

And amidst it all—Crown Prince Dhritarashtra remained completely focused on one person.

Devara.

Throughout the discussion, Devara had remained silent.

"...."

Listening. Thinking. Observing.

Dhritarashtra’s gaze stayed fixed on him almost desperately now.

Because in his mind, Devara had already achieved what others thought impossible once before.

He had given him sight.

Hope. Direction.

And now—Once again—Dhritarashtra wanted him to show a path where none seemed visible.

Finally he spoke quietly.

"Devara..."

His voice carried exhaustion beneath it now.

"I do not know what to do."

For a moment, the proud prince of Hastinapur no longer sounded like a ruler.

Only a frightened father.

"If I deny my son the throne... I wound him before he even understands why."

"If I ignore the prophecy... I risk destroying my lineage."

His hands slowly tightened.

"And if the world learns of this... they may begin fearing him before he even learns to walk."

The final line struck deeply.

Because that was the cruelest part.

Suryodana had done nothing wrong.

Not yet.

He was only a child burdened by fate before even speaking his first words.

Silence returned again.

Bhishma looked thoughtful.

Vidura remained tense as he was still stucking with his previous idea.

Dhritarashtra waited calmly he want’s to hear Devara’s words.

And finally—All eyes in the chamber settled upon Devara.

Waiting for him to speak.

Waiting for him to show whether destiny itself truly could be changed...

The silence inside the meeting chamber stretched heavily after Dhritarashtra finished speaking.

The oil lamps flickered softly against the stone walls while the distant sounds of celebration from elsewhere in the palace felt impossibly far away now.

Vidura remained tense.

Bhishma sat deep in thought.

And Dhritarashtra himself looked almost desperate while waiting for Devara to finally speak.

For several more moments, Devara remained silent.

Then slowly—He exhaled. And finally broke the stillness inside the chamber.

-Sigh!

"There is something important all of you must know."

Immediately the room’s attention sharpened completely.

Devara’s gaze moved between the three men before continuing calmly.

"At the exact same time Suryodana was born ...another child was also born."

Bhishma’s eyes narrowed slightly.

-Frown!

"...."

Vidura frowned too hearing thinking where this conversation was going.

-Frown!

Dhritarashtra looked confused.

"...."

While Devara continued to explain.

"In the forests near the Shatashringa Mountains where Pandu currently resides ...Kunti gave birth to her second son."

The chamber immediately grew even quieter.

"...."

"...."

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Then Devara spoke the part that truly changed the atmosphere.

"That child is blessed by God Vayu himself. Since he was his son too"

The implications struck instantly.

Bhishma straightened slightly.

Vidura’s expression shifted visibly.

And Dhritarashtra stared in stunned silence.

"...."

Devara continued carefully.

"The storms. The extinguished lamps. The violent signs across Hastinapur..."

He slowly folded his hands together while thinking.

"Everyone immediately assumed those omens belonged solely to Suryodana. But if two extraordinary births happened at the same moment..."

"...then the calculations may not belong to one child alone."

The words settled heavily into the chamber.

Mahamantri Vidura immediately began thinking deeper now rather than emotionally.

Bhishma’s sharp eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Because Devara’s logic carried weight.

Immense weight.

Children connected to divine forces were never ordinary births.

Especially not children carrying fragments of gods themselves.

And Bhima being born at the exact same time as Suryodana drastically complicated the interpretation of the omens.

Devara continued calmly.

"God Vayu is not a minor force. He represents storms."

"Movement."

"Violence of nature. Power difficult to restrain."

Then looking directly toward Dhritarashtra, he added.

"So the storm alone cannot be used as proof against your son."

Dhritarashtra visibly loosened slightly hearing that.

Not relief entirely. But hope.

They didn’t question him how he knew about it.

He had did many miracle and knew it must have somehow connected to it.

For the first time since entering the chamber, hope finally entered his expression again.

Meanwhile Vidura remained serious.

"But the prophecy regarding destruction..."

Devara nodded immediately.

-Nod!

"I am not saying we should ignore the warning."

That instantly grounded the room again.

His tone became firmer now.

"We must still take this seriously. Very seriously."

Because unlike ordinary men in that chamber—Devara carried memories none of them possessed.

He knew how dangerous destiny surrounding Suryodana truly could become.

But he also knew something else.

Fate was rarely simple.

And most importantly—People were not born evil.

Looking directly toward Bhishma and Vidura, Devara spoke slowly.

"The greatest mistake we can make now ...is treating the child like a future monster before he even learns to speak."

The words hit deeply.

Especially Dhritarashtra. Because that fear had already begun consuming him.

"If Suryodana grows surrounded by suspicion ...he will eventually notice it."

"If he feels denied. Feared. Unwanted."

"Then resentment itself may become the very thing that shapes his future."

Mahamantri Vidura lowered his gaze slightly.

Even Bhishma remained silent.

Because those words carried uncomfortable truth.

Devara then leaned slightly forward.

"So instead of deciding his fate now ...guide him carefully."

"Raise him with discipline. With affection. With dharma."

"Teach him responsibility before ambition."

Then after a pause.

"And never isolate him from his brothers."

That final line lingered heavily.

Because Devara knew very well how division inside the Kuru family would one day become poison.

The chamber slowly fell silent again afterward.

"...."

"...."

"...."

But this time—The silence felt different.

Not hopeless. Not suffocating. Still heavy. Still uncertain.

But now there existed another possibility besides fear alone.

Bhishma finally spoke after a long while.

"You are suggesting ...that fate may still be influenced."

Devara looked toward the grand elder calmly.

Then answered with quiet certainty.

"If destiny was completely unchangeable ...then there would be no meaning in dharma, guidance, or choice."

The oil lamps flickered softly across the chamber once more as the four men sat surrounded by prophecy, fear, uncertainty—

And for the first time that night—A small fragment of hope.

The heavy atmosphere inside the meeting chamber slowly eased after Devara finished speaking.

Though the tension surrounding the prophecy had not disappeared completely, the suffocating hopelessness that filled the room earlier had weakened.

For the first time since revealing the astrologers’ warnings, Dhritarashtra no longer looked like a father cornered entirely by fate.

There was uncertainty still.

Fear too.

But now there also existed another possibility.

That Suryodana’s future might not be chained completely to prophecy alone.

Eventually, the discussion reached its natural end.

Vidura remained thoughtful and quiet while mentally considering the implications of Devara’s words.

Meanwhile Bhishma slowly rose from his seat, his expression carrying deep contemplation.

Because even for him—

A man who had seen generations rise and fall—Questions regarding fate and destiny never carried simple answers.

Dhritarashtra himself remained seated for several moments longer before finally looking toward Devara again.

This time his expression carried gratitude beneath the exhaustion.

Then quietly he spoke.

"There is one more thing."

Devara gave him his attention calmly.

Dhritarashtra continued to tell where he plans to go next

"Madri wishes to visit the temple."

Immediately Devara understood which temple he meant.

Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple.

The sacred temple name born from the divine Tandava night itself.

Dhritarashtra slowly exhaled before continuing.

"After hearing everything that happened during Maha Shivaratri... after hearing how Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati themselves appeared..."

"...Madri believes our children should receive blessings there."

The father’s voice softened slightly.

"She believes Mahadev’s grace may protect them in the future."

That statement made complete sense honestly.

Ever since the night of the Tandava, stories about the temple had already begun spreading far beyond Trivenivrata.

Many now viewed the temple as a place carrying unusually powerful divine blessings.

Especially for families.

Children. Marriage. Peace.

And for parents frightened about their children’s future—The desire to seek Mahadev’s1 protection there felt natural.

Devara nodded calmly.

-Nod!

"You are welcome there anytime."

Dhritarashtra visibly relaxed hearing that.

Then after a brief pause, he added almost awkwardly.

"We wished to go quietly. No large royal processions. No announcements. Only family."

That actually made Devara smile faintly.

Because for once—Dhritarashtra did not speak like a prince worried about politics.

Only a father seeking peace for his children.

"That can be arranged,"

Devara replied with a smile on his face he even had a idea to suggest it just a moment ago.

Bhishma folded his arms thoughtfully.

"It may be wise."

Mahamantri Vidura too nodded slowly.

-Nod!

"At the very least, it will calm the minds of the family."

And truthfully—That alone held value.

Because fear surrounding Suryodana’s prophecy had already begun infecting the hearts around him.

If left unchecked, paranoia itself could become more dangerous than destiny.

Meanwhile outside the chamber, beyond the palace walls, the sacred city of Trivenivrata rested beneath the deep night sky.

The rivers flowed calmly beneath moonlight.

Temple bells echoed softly in the distance.

And somewhere beyond the palace grounds—The Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple stood silently beneath the stars.

The very temple blessed personally by Lord Shiva, Goddess Parvati, and their son during the night of the divine Tandava.

Now soon—Another child burdened by fate would be brought before its sacred presence.

Little Suryodana.

A boy feared by prophecy before even understanding the world.

And perhaps... Just perhaps...

Mahadev’s1 shadow might yet guide his path away from darkness.

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