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As the days passed within Hastinapur, the earlier fear surrounding the astrologers prophecy slowly began fading beneath the overwhelming presence of life filling the royal chambers.
It beca difficult to remain trapped in dread when the palace itself had transford into a storm of crying infants, exhausted nurses, scattered cloth wraps, tiny hands grabbing fingers,
And sleepless royal attendants running endlessly through corridors.
Even the ominous atmosphere lingering after Suryodana’s birth gradually weakened.
By the life which seems to be breathed through the royal palace.
Because now—There were children everywhere.
Who needs attention.
Madri especially beca deeply absorbed in caring for the children.
Though exhausted constantly, her face slowly regained warmth and happiness.
Alongside Ambika and Ambalika, she spent her days moving from infant to infant, ensuring each child was properly cared for.
So babies cried endlessly.
So slept peacefully.
A few already displayed surprisingly stubborn personalities despite barely entering the world.
The royal won often found themselves laughing helplessly amidst the chaos.
Because managing one hundred sons and a daughter felt less like raising royal heirs...
And more like attempting to control a tiny invading army.
anwhile Dhritarashtra personally participated in naming each child.
The process itself lasted long due to the sheer number involved.
And when the ti ca to na the lone daughter—His expression softened visibly.
"This child,"
He declared warmly with genuine,
"shall be called—Dushala."
The na imdiately brought smiles across the chamber.
Even laughter.
Because after endless discussions involving sons, heirs, ons, and lineage—The little princess sohow brought lightness back into the atmosphere naturally.
Madri especially held Dushala close affectionately.
The lone daughter quickly beca adored by nearly everyone inside the palace.
Soon afterward, ssages and blessings began arriving from allied kingdoms across Bhulok1.
Kings. Queens. Sages.
rchant guilds.
All sent congratulations to Hastinapur for the miraculous expansion of the Kuru lineage.
Naturally—Among those ssages arrived one from Trivenivrata itself.
And unlike many formal royal congratulations—The ssage from Devara carried unusual warmth.
When the royal ssenger read it aloud before the family, the chamber gradually quieted.
Devara’s words were simple—But heartfelt.
He congratulated Dhritarashtra and Madri sincerely for receiving such beautiful gifts from the gods.
Then ca the advice that lingered most deeply within the chamber.
"Hold them dear."
"Guide them toward dharma."
"Lead them with a father’s love."
"And when they stray..."
"...correct them with a mother’s anger."
The words drew soft smiles from Ambika and Ambalika imdiately.
Even Madri looked visibly touched hearing them.
Because unlike political praise or hollow royal complints—The ssage sounded genuine.
Personal.
Almost like guidance from soone who understood how dangerous unrestrained paths could beco.
anwhile Dhritarashtra remained thoughtful after hearing the letter.
Especially the final part.
Guide them toward dharma.
The words quietly echoed within his mind long after the ssage ended.
Because sowhere deep inside—Despite all the celebrations surrounding the children—The mory of the prophecy still had not fully left him.
After 10 Days...
Ten days had passed since the birth of the children, and though the palace of Hastinapur remained noisy and restless from the presence of so many infants, the royal household had slowly adapted to the chaos.
The underground chambers no longer felt like a guarded place of tension and prophecy.
Instead, they had begun resembling a world entirely ruled by children.
Soft cries echoed day and night.
Servants walked endlessly carrying warm milk, herbal mixtures, blankets, and sleeping infants from one room to another.
Priests still visited daily to continue blessings over the children, especially over Suryodana, though now the rituals were done more quietly so the atmosphere would not grow heavy again.
Yet despite the warmth slowly returning to the palace, another important event was approaching rapidly.
The coronation of Devara as the official king of Trivenivrata.
Invitations had already spread across the kingdoms of Bhulok.
Kings, nobles, sages, rchants, and allied rulers were preparing to attend the grand ceremony.
And within the royal family of Hastinapur, the matter had beco more personal than political.
Especially after Ambika and Ambalika repeatedly reminded Dhritarashtra about the earlier suggestion.
They should take the children to the sacred Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple.
Most importantly—Suryodana.
The mory of the astrologer’s grim prediction still lingered within Dhritarashtra’s mind no matter how much joy the children brought into his life.
He never spoke openly about it anymore, but every ti he looked at his firstborn son, the stormy night of his birth returned to his thoughts.
And because of that, he had finally made his decision.
If the temple truly carried the blessings of Shiva and Parvati themselves, then he would take his children there personally.
Especially Suryodana.
If there existed even the smallest possibility that divine blessings could soften the darkness surrounding his son’s fate, then he would not ignore it.
Which ant—Preparations for travel had begun.
And not ordinary travel.
Royal movent involving one hundred sons, one daughter, queens, royal mothers, attendants, nurses, priests, physicians, guards, and supply caravans was nothing short of a moving city.
The palace had beco even busier than before.
Military commanders were summoned repeatedly to discuss security arrangents.
Routes toward Trivenivrata were reviewed carefully.
Temporary campsites were selected in advance.
Additional soldiers were assigned to escort duty.
Scouts were sent ahead on every major road to ensure safety.
Even the royal physicians had begun preparing travel dicines specifically for infants.
Dhritarashtra had made one thing absolutely clear:
There would be no negligence.
He was travelling with his children.
Every possible threat had to be accounted for.
Because whether prophecy or not—The heirs of the Kuru lineage could never be left vulnerable.
That afternoon, after finishing another lengthy discussion with commanders and palace officials, Dhritarashtra finally walked toward the inner chambers where the royal won were overseeing the children.
The mont he entered, the scene before him softened his expression imdiately.
Madri sat surrounded by several infants while trying to calm two crying children at once.
Nearby, Ambika held Dushala gently while Ambalika instructed servants arranging herbal oils and warm cloth.
One infant had sohow managed to crawl halfway out of his bedding despite barely learning movent, causing a servant nearby to panic while Ambika laughed openly at the sight.
"-Hahaha!!!"
For a brief mont, Dhritarashtra simply stood there silently watching them.
"...."
Watching his family.
Watching the future of his lineage filling the chamber with life.
Then finally he spoke.
"We will be travelling to Trivenivrata."
The room gradually quieted.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Madri looked up first in surprise.
Dhritarashtra slowly continued.
"The preparations have already begun."
"We will attend Devara’s coronation."
Then after a brief pause, his voice lowered slightly.
"And we will take the children to the temple."
No one needed him to explain which temple.
Because everyone present understood imdiately.
The Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple.
The place touched personally by Mahadev and Parvati.
Madri instinctively looked toward sleeping Suryodana beside her.
And for the first ti in many days—A small spark of hope returned quietly to her eyes.
The departure from Hastinapur the next morning beca a sight the kingdom would rember for years.
Before dawn itself, the palace grounds were already overflowing with movent.
Rows of chariots stood prepared across the massive courtyards.
Royal banners carrying the sigil of the Kuru lineage fluttered beneath the cool morning winds while armored soldiers moved in disciplined formation securing every route and formation point.
Horses neighed restlessly.
Elephants carrying supplies and protective structures for the infants stood ready under the supervision of mahouts and physicians.
This was no ordinary royal journey.
It was the movent of an entire generation of the Kuru lineage.
At the center of the preparations stood Dhritarashtra personally overseeing the final arrangents.
Though he trusted his commanders completely, the presence of his children had made him far more cautious than usual.
Security formations had been arranged in multiple layers.
Scouts had already been dispatched ahead.
Supply caravans were separated strategically so no single attack or accident could cripple the procession.
Specially cushioned royal carriages had been prepared for the infants to travel safely without disturbance from rough roads.
Even the physicians accompanying the convoy nearly doubled after Ambika insisted that with over a hundred infants traveling together, disaster could erge from sothing as simple as fever or exhaustion.
anwhile inside the royal chambers, the true chaos unfolded.
One hundred princes and a princess did not travel quietly.
So infants cried loudly the mont servants tried wrapping them for travel.
So refused feeding.
A few had sohow managed to wake the others repeatedly until the entire chamber sounded like a battlefield fought entirely through crying.
Madri looked simultaneously exhausted and determined while moving between the children alongside Ambika and Ambalika.
"...."
"...."
"...."
At one point Ambalika jokingly muttered that managing the children required more coordination than organizing an army division.
Even the usually composed Ambika laughed hearing that.
Little Dushala remained unusually calm compared to many of her brothers, peacefully sleeping while chaos unfolded around her.
In contrast, Suryodana remained strangely observant whenever awake, his eyes quietly following movents around him in a manner that sotis unsettled the attendants.
Finally, as the sun slowly rose above Hastinapur’s skyline, the great procession departed.
The gates of the capital opened wide while drums echoed across the city announcing the movent of the royal family.
Citizens lined the streets respectfully watching the enormous convoy move forward.
Many bowed toward the infants carrying the future of the Kuru lineage.
Others whispered excitedly among themselves about the destination.
Trivenivrata.
The kingdom whose stories now spread through every major trade road and royal court.
The kingdom ruled by the young man many believed carried divine favor.
The kingdom where gods themselves descended during Maha Shivaratri.
And now—The kingdom where Devara’s coronation would soon take place.
But Hastinapur was not the only allied kingdom preparing to attend.
Gandhara Kingdom...
Far away in Gandhara,
King Subala had also finally begun his journey alongside his sons, nobles, and royal household.
For months, stories from Trivenivrata had reached Gandhara continuously.
Stories about Devara.
The prosperity of the new kingdom.
The miraculous market growth.
The divine temple.
The Tandava witnessed by gods and sages alike.
And of course—Their daughter Gandhari now reigning there as queen.
Even Prince Shakuni had remained there for long enough that the royal family occasionally joked he had forgotten Gandhara entirely.
But now the proper ti had finally arrived.
Their son-in-law was about to be crowned king officially before the eyes of Bhulok itself.
And no matter how much rumor and legend surrounded Devara already—This coronation would transform those stories into political reality.
As the separate royal processions moved steadily toward Trivenivrata from different directions, the roads of Bhulok1 themselves seed to pulse with anticipation.
Because the coronation approaching was no longer rely a royal ceremony.
It was becoming an event capable of reshaping the balance of the kingdoms themselves.
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