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The crowd gasped. But then the challenge came: "Who are you? A lowborn cannot compete with a prince."

One afternoon, Parashurama was resting his head on Karna’s lap. A scorpion crawled onto Karna’s thigh. It stung him. The pain was liquid fire. Karna did not flinch. He did not breathe louder. He let the venom spread, because waking his guru was a sin greater than death. mrityunjay kadambari

When the sage woke, he saw the blood, the swelling, and the tears of agony frozen on Karna’s face. "No Brahmin could endure such pain," Parashurama whispered. "A Kshatriya’s blood is burning in you. You lied." The crowd gasped

That was the first time Karna learned the truth: Excellence without lineage is a threat. Talent without a father’s name is a ghost. A scorpion crawled onto Karna’s thigh

Karna laughed. It was a terrible, hollow sound. "Dharma? Where was dharma when I was called Suta-putra ? Where was dharma when your sons called me a charioteer’s bastard? You kept me in the dark for thirty years. And now, on the eve of battle, you come with love?"

Karna’s throat closed. He had no answer.

Arjuna hesitated. Karna looked up, not at his rival, but at Krishna. "I know who you are," Karna said. "You let the scorpion sting me that day. You wrote the curse. Tell me, Vasudeva—was I not worthy of a fair death?"