Repentance and asceticism were the reasons Pandu dwelled in the forests, along with his wives, Kunti and Madri, and their five divine sons, the Pandavas. Though this curse forbids him a normal life, the father in Pandu found great comfort with the presence of his children, each equipped with magnificent qualities. But now, the shadow of this curse loomed large over their lives.
Spring had come to the forest that day. Nature was in a riot of blooms, and its beauty proved to be too much for Pandu, who felt an overpowering longing for Madri. Overcome by his desire, he forgot the curse upon him and went in to Madri. She, too, couldn't resist the attractions of the moment, but the moment the Pandu touched her, the curse worked itself out. At the last breadth, Pandu realized his blunder, and he fell down, where Madri stood stunned and weeping.
Thus dishonored and disheartened by guilt, Madri resolved to join her husband in death. She entrusted the two boys, Nakula and Sahadeva, to the care of Kunti, begging her to treat them like her own sons, Yudhishthira, Bhima, and Arjun. Broken-hearted but resolved, Kunti vowed that she would look after all five Pandavas with the same love and equal care. With this, Madri mounted Pandu's funeral pyre and merged into the flames, her fate.
The tragic deaths of Pandu and Madri marked the end of an era for the Pandavas. This responsibility of bringing-up thus fell entirely upon Kunti. She gathered her five sons, their eyes brimmed with tears and the store-idiment of confusion, and prepared them for the journey back to Hastinapura. Indeed, this return into the kingdom was a homecoming but also stepping into the unknown future, full of challenges and responsibilities.
News reached Hastinapura about Pandu's and Madri's death. The kingdom plunged into mourning. Bhishma, Dhritarashtra, Gandhari, and Vidura made necessary preparations for an auspicious welcome to the young princes and their mother. Sorrow at the passing away of Pandu and eagerness to welcome his heirs homecoming filled the city.
When Kunti and the Pandavas entered Hastinapura, they were received with a joyous yet solemn reception. The people of Hastinapura had learned about the divine births and extraordinary qualities of these Pandavas, and with their coming, expectations of hope and curiosity filled the hearts of the citizens.
The mechanical voice of the machine sounds" You will now be transmigrated as a teen arjun all the decisions now depend on you."
As Shubham stood at the huge entrance into the palace, now fully inhabited by teenage Arjun, his feelings reached their peak. Right before his eyes stretched the towering walls of Hastinapura, which resounded with the ancient stones as a reverberation of history and destiny. Clad in the royal robes of a Kuru prince, he felt upon him the eyes of courtiers and citizens alike: curiosity, admiration, expectation.
The gentle breeze carried the faint odor of incense and flowers, reverberating in his mind the call of sacred and royal duties ahead.
His heartbeat quickened, precisely from that mixture of eagerness and determination, for that reminded him it wasn't going to be some game but something deeper: a journey through the pages of the Mahabharata where every decision and deed would prove to be a determinant in the destiny of an entire dynasty.
Slowly, the doors opened to the great court of Hastinapura—into the presence of his brothers, cousins, and the elders of the Kuru house. He took a deep breath and stepped ahead to become Arjun.