Karna turned his head to see a woman standing before him in the moonlight, her presence carrying an air of regality and grace. She introduced herself as Kunti, and there was a certain familiarity in her voice that struck a chord in Karna's memory.
The name Kunti stirred something deep within him, a recollection of past encounters and connections. That fateful day became clear as day just after seeing her once, Like how justified she had to abandon him as an infant in the raging Ganga river. Karna's gaze locked onto the woman before him, and his expression remained composed, though a whirlwind of emotions churned within him.
Karna rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Kunti's face. The moonlight painted her features in a soft, ethereal glow, and he could see the years that had passed etched in the lines on her face. She was no longer the young woman he had seen years ago just after his birth.
