Arjun's POV:
I had only taken one step forward, but everything had changed again.
Gone was the beeping of the hospital machines. Gone were the white walls and the dull smell of antiseptic. In their place, the rich scent of sandalwood,the golden hue of sunlight filtered through silk curtains and the royal garden welcomed me back.
Hastinapur.
I looked down at my feet—bare again—and then ahead. The chamber of my Jyesth. The brother I had sworn to protect, to guide, and to serve—Yudhishthir.
The transition was seamless, but my mind wasn't. It still buzzed with questions.
Had Grandma brought me back?
She had placed her hand on my head back in the hospital. I didn't know what she whispered—or if she even whispered anything at all—but the next thing I remember was this: the palace garden, the birds chirping in rhythm with my pounding heart, and the reality of Mahabharat breathing around me.
I was Arjun again.
And the mission I had paused, now called to me louder than ever.
Third Person's POV:
Arjun steadied his breath. His eyes locked on the doorway ahead.
He wasn't just a warrior in this world. He was a bridge—between time, between truth and myth, between fate and choice.
Yudhishthir had to know the truth. Before any chaos could be manipulated by Mama Shakuni, before Duryodhan fell deeper into his dangerous pride, and long before Draupadi's swayamvar, which was now only a few moons away.
It was now or never.
He made his way into the chamber. The guards stepped aside, noticing something different in Arjun's gait—a confidence shaped not only by training but by memories no one else could understand.
Inside Yudhishthir's Chamber:
"Jyesth," Arjun said softly, bowing.
Yudhishthir looked up from the scrolls he had been studying. A frown quickly morphed into a tired smile. "Arjun… I was wondering where you had gone off to."
Arjun's face remained serious. "I need to talk to you. It's about a truth… an ancient one. One that could change everything."
Yudhishthir raised an eyebrow. "Is this about our mother's tears the other night?"
Of course he knew...
Arjun nodded. "And more than that. It's about someone who belongs to us. Someone we've wronged without knowing."
He didn't say Karna's name. Not yet.
Because before revealing the past, he had to make his brother ready for it.
Back in Kaliyug:
Unknown to Arjun, his physical body still lay resting in that hospital bed. And beside him, his grandmother sat quietly, her 'ॐ' locket glowing faintly in the dim light.
Satyavati had lived many lives. But this—watching the soul of her great-great-grandson rewrite a story that once broke her family apart—this was the one that mattered most.
She had brought Parth back.
But fate had its own plans still unfolding.
Somewhere in the Kingdom of Panchala:
A girl stood in the temple garden, eyes closed, whispering a prayer to the fire god.
Dark, curling hair fell over her shoulders, and the marks of royalty clung to her like silk. Yet in her eyes was a fire unmatched—a spark destined to change kingdoms.
Draupadi.
She didn't know his name yet.
But she would.
And when their eyes met for the first time, both history and destiny would hold their breath.