Chapter 1

19 year old Sahira Nagir was on a chase with her gun out in the Narmada forest. The man she was chasing was dressed in black.

The Kohinoor diamond was stolen by some thief in Britain and India was getting the blame for it.

Sahira was a soldier and she was a die hard patriot. She took it upon herself to track it and chased clue after clue and made her way through the woods until they reached the Narmada river and cornered him, raising her gun.

" Surrender the Kohinoor..... you have put this country in a lot of trouble ! "

" This belongs to our country !. It belongs in India where it has been for 5000 years ! " the man growled from under his black mask as his brown eyes narrowed at her.

" 5000 ?.... what the hell are you talking about ?!! " Sahira was confused, until she began to settle the pieces " wait, 5000 years..... that's Mahabharat time ! ".

The thief took the opportunity to run at her and seize the gun but she shot him dead as he fell.

Suddenly, she felt something behind her and she turned back to look in shock as a giant man inside a hood stood staring at the thief..... and there was smell of dried blood and various other things from him that made Sahara stick to her stomach.

Sahira was extra shocked as she saw blood coming down his bare feet.

" Kaun ho tum ?!! " Sahara demanded, pointing her gun at him as he breathed heavily.

The figure turned to her and said in his raspy voice "... Ashwatthama... ".

She wanted to deny it... but he was proof incarnate, standing in front of her, and when he pulled down his hood, she couldn't deny it.

He had long white black hair and a gash on his forehead that was constantly bleeding. 

Some of his skin was riddled with leprosy, especially the red skin patches on his cheeks.

There were wounds on his body also bleeding to the point that mites surrounded them, and she was almost sickened.

Ashwatthama took the gem " Meri madi... after a long time of searching... ".

His eyes then widened, as he turned to her " bholenath... mahavishnu... I heard their voices..... they want you to create a better world ".

" WHAT ?!! " Before she could say anything, Ashwatthama touched the gem to her forehead and she felt her body disappearing in a blue light.

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Sahira gasped as she opened her eyes to find herself teleported in a strange place. She was back where she was before but the trees looked greener and there was something in the air.

And she looked near her to see that there was a man taller than her wearing nothing but a dhoti along with a kalash in hand.... and he was fucking handsome..... like the father of all the handsomes. She could look at those muscles and the water cascading down his ripped figure all day.

" Kaun ho tum ?!. Tum ek roshni se kaise aa gayi (who are you, and how did you come in a light ?).... and what are you wearing ? " the man looked at her in astonishment.

That seemed to snap her out of her trance and she demanded " Me, who are you ?!

" Karn " he introduced himself.

Sahira couldn't believe she was staring at Suryaputra Karn himself. She had no room for disbelief left now as she had just seen Ashwatthama with her very eyes mere moments ago... but Karn wasn't immortal, so that means..... " I am in Dwapar Yug..... ".

Before Karn could say anything, Sahira started looking at him in giddiness " you're Suryaputra Karn!!!. Please show me your Kavach and Kundal ! ".

Karn decided to make his kavach and kundal appear and the girl squealed as she touched it. Karn found this girl beautiful but very weird. Then, his mind clicked at what she said and his eyes widened.

" Wait a second..... did you just call me Suryaputra ?!! "

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In the end, she decided to explain everything, where she was from and what she knew of his future. 

Regardless to say, he didn't take it well.

" I am not cursed !. I told Gurudev the entire truth at the very beginning itself, and showed him my kavach and kundal too. Do these Kalyugi people think me a fool to think I can lie to a Vishnu avatar who has Divyadrishti ?!! " Karn looked irritated and Sahira looked shocked.

" Then I can only conclude that after the death of Samrat Parikshit, the history books started getting tampered with, because that was when Kaliyug began, which in itself is the entire explanation " Sahira sighed.

" My own mother abandoned me when she could have given me to a childless couple..... " Karn had tears in his eyes, and Sahira was shocked to see him so vulnerable " ..... and the time she would have told me the truth is when she could save her legitimate sons' lives with it..... and asked me to spare them as Daan. Pitashree was right!. I shouldn't have these dreams..... " .

" Yeah..... that was your mistake, to dream of being like a Kshatriya " Sahira was not gonna hold her opinions back. She loved and admired Karn, he was her hero, but he could have done so much more with his life. He had to hear her " You are an inspiration for millions in my time, but you could have been so much more. You could have been a teacher for those who wished to learn but couldn't, the savior for the abused, a warrior who inspired everyone. It's not too late, because you have a chance to never make the same mistakes. You can forge your own path ".

Her words struck a chord in Karn and he wiped his tears off..... it's not too late.

Sahira smiled at the determination in his eyes.

" First..... first, I ave to meet my parents and siblings, and take them away from Hastinapur " Karn said and Sahira smiled in victory.

Karn then looked at her " but you need a change in clothes first. You look very out of place ".

" Hey, this is my uniform ! "