Arjun - Karan

“The sons of Ram Singh,” she whispered. “The earth has vomited you back.”

But their mother, Radha, did not weep for long. She held a single mangalsutra in her hand and whispered a promise into the wind: “Come back to me.” karan arjun

Durjan tried to flee. He ran toward the very grave he had dug twenty years ago. “The sons of Ram Singh,” she whispered

She touched Karan’s face. “Your scar,” she whispered. “You got it falling from a banyan tree.” She turned to Arjun. “You used to cry when I brushed your hair.” He ran toward the very grave he had dug twenty years ago

That night, Vijay touched a sword for the first time. It felt like an extension of his arm. Suraj cracked a stone pillar with his bare fist and smiled. They didn’t remember dying. But they remembered the hate.