In the far future, at the end moments of 428,898 C.E, at the dawn of brahmapralaya, a young devoteee of Trimurti and Tridevis,was chanting their name in remote corner of the world, not knowing the pralaya was about to begin!
Trimurti as Bhagawan Dattātreya and Tridevis as Mātā ĀdiParāShakti, came to inform him of incoming pralaya, and ask him to go their loka to gain mokshya! The young devoteee, named Rudram Tiwari, bowed to the Supreme Divinity, the manifestations of ParaBrahm, and didn't speak a word, for he was tranced by the Divinity, and forgot all there is and only saw the cosmic cycles and creation and dissolution of the multiverse!
Seeing his trance, they call out to him softly, which broke his trance! Still bowing, he greeted the lords of all! On their information, he replied, "Hey Prabhu, Mata, you all know, I just want to be in this world, hearing about you, learning about you, speaking about you, seeing you and discussing and teaching about you! So, my Paramātmā, I wish to stay!" The Supreme Soul, on hearing this blessed him to partake in one of his/her Leela and in next yuga-cycle(i.e. 29th chatur-yuga of 7th manvantara of Sveta-kalpa)!
Then after pralaya, he remembered he was veerbhadra of previous iteration of the universe(i.e. 28th manvantara)at dawn of Satyayuga and after killing prajapati Daksha( as per original plotand getting rid of curse of brahmahatyā, he did tapasya to devis(which lasted till the dusk of the Yuga) to bless him as they will, on which, Mā Saraswati blessed him with divine mental acquity and faculty. Then Mā Parvati blessed him to be ever-victorious, when standing for dharma or against adharma! While Mā Laxmi blessed him with various forms of wealth, prosperity and luck,including dhyāna(state of absolute silence, bliss, and peace), dhana(material wealth), dhānya(agricultural wealth), gajā(animal wealth, eg. cattle), santāna( offsprings), Dhairya/Veer(courage/Valor and necessary strength to overcome difficulties in life and battle), Vijaya/victory(victory, not only in battles, but also for conquering hurdles in order to achieve success), vidya(knowledge of arts and sciences), Aishvarya(Auspicious), Saubhagya(good fortune), and rajya(royal majesty).
Then at dawn of Treta Yuga, he did tapasya to trinity, who at the dusk of Treta Yuga, blessed him to have abilities of all animals ( by Lord Brahma, eg. reflex of cat, bitefoce of crocs, speed of cheetah, regeneration of axolotl, hardness of calm pearls,rhino beetle's lifting abilities ratio to its body weight, etc.), to be to be born from one of his forms (by Lord Narayan) and to be taught by lord Shiva himself ( byLord Shiva)! Then after receiving the boons, he went to be reincarnated!
In the kingdom of Kuntī, their childless king Kuntībhoja, adopted his niece Pṛthā, as his daughter, from his cousin, Yadava chief Shurasena and his wife Marisha, a nāginā!
After, her adoption,king Kuntībhoja, his ministry and citizens noted her intelligence, beauty, foresight and political acumen.
She was young, not yet burdened by the weight of destiny. Her laughter rang like bells across the courtyards of her father's palace. The servants adored her, the courtiers respected her, and yet, her innocence often carried her into mischief.
It was in those days that the wandering sage Durvasa came to the kingdom. A man feared across Bharata for his fiery temper, whose curses could shatter dynasties. Yet to Kunti, he appeared not as a terror, but as a guest to be served with devotion.
For months, she tended to him with patience that few others could manage. She bore his harsh words without flinching, his impossible demands without complaint. She rose before dawn to gather water for his ablutions, to prepare meals at precise moments, to stand ready for his needs as though the whole palace revolved around him.
Durvasa, unpredictable as the storm, was moved. One evening, as the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the palace gardens, he summoned Kunti to him.
"Child," his voice rumbled like distant thunder, "few possess such forbearance.
You have pleased me."
Kunti bowed low, her heart trembling with both fear and pride.
"As reward," Durvasa continued, "I grant you a mantra of power, a secret of the heavens. With this invocation, you may call upon any of the gods, and they shall bless you with a son equal to themselves in splendor and might."
Kunti gasped, her youthful heart skipping. A boon of such magnitude-who could comprehend its weight?
"Remember," Durvasa warned, his eyes flashing, "it is no plaything. Use it wisely, for gods do not come without consequence."
And then he left, vanishing as suddenly as he had come, leaving behind a girl clutching a gift she could barely understand.
For days, Kunti could think of nothing else. The mantra echoed in her mind, whispering of divine sons, of celestial bloodlines. And with it came a dangerous spark of curiosity.
Could it truly be real?
Alone in her chamber one dawn, Kunti stood by her window, gazing at the rising sun. Her heart raced. The words of the mantra lingered on her lips.
"Surely... there is no harm in testing it, just once?" she whispered. "Just to see..."
Her innocence blinded her to consequence. She folded her palms, closed her eyes, and recited the mantra.
The air trembled.
The light of dawn swelled, flooding her chamber with unbearable brilliance. A warmth spread across her skin as the golden orb of the sun seemed to descend itself.
Before her appeared Surya, lord of radiance, his form resplendent, his crown blazing with fire, his eyes twin embers of eternity. The very air bent to his presence, and Kunti, trembling, fell to her knees.
"Who calls me?" His voice was thunder wrapped in sunlight.
Kunti's lips quivered. She had not expected it to work.
Kunti's lips quivered. She had not expected it to work. She had not thought beyond the moment. "I... I did," she stammered. "Forgive me, Lord. I only wished to test the sage's gift."
Surya's gaze softened, though it burned all the same. "The mantra cannot be invoked in jest. My coming cannot be undone. As promised, I shall grant you a son, radiant as myself, a warrior of peerless might."
Kunti's eyes widened in terror. "No! I am but a maiden. What will the world say? Please, Lord, spare me this fate!"
But Surya shook his head. "The law of the gods cannot be broken. What is invoked must bear fruit."
And so, with a touch of his blazing hand upon her womb, the seed of divinity was planted.
Kunti wept in silence. She had played with power too great for her innocence, and now bore the consequence.
Just, as she finished washing off her face and was returning to the palace, she found her adoptive father going to the place she once was and finding nothing, he thought the gods were angry and did a grahasanti puja on an auspicious day, without knowing/suspecting the culprit to be his adoptive daughter!
After 9 months , in secret, she gave birth to a child.
A boy of warm pink-gold skin, his armor fused to his body at birth, his earrings shining like twin suns. His cry rang across the chambers like a conch of destiny. [A/N.: I mean sun is called golden, but is white and Rudra was called Nīlalohita(the one with blue and reddish-orange color ), Shiva was also called Karpuragauram (white as camphor) and Rudhira means blood, so red+white=pink and+gold=pink gold. And there's a alloy of gold and copper called rosé/pink gold.]
Kunti's arms trembled as she held him. Love surged within her, fierce and undeniable.
And yet, fear choked her heart. What will my father say? What will the kingdom think? Who will believe me if I tell the truth?
The world was not kind to maidens who bore children without marriage, even less so when the child radiated unnatural brilliance.
With tears blinding her eyes, Kunti placed her son into a small boat (she had asked her servants to make, which while puzzled, they still made, to fit her requirements), lined it with soft and light blanket cutouts, and crept to the banks of the river.
The water shimmered under the moonlight, calm and merciless. She pressed her lips to the infant's forehead, whispering apologies, prayers, and promises that fate itself would not allow her to keep.
"My son," she wept, "may the gods protect you where I cannot. Forgive me."
With shaking hands, she set the basket adrift.
The river carried him away, the current strong, the moonlight silver on the waves. Kunti's cries echoed across the banks, swallowed by the night. Just then the king came there, just to see the sight of a small boat carrying a baby being swept by the waves! He realised what she had done! He, a childless man had to ask for his cousin's child to adopt her as his child, but kunti, got a celestial son and threw him away! What an irony, how cruel was it for him to witness this!
At first, he wanted to slap her right there, as he had promised his cousin to raise her well, give her all his love, never to hurt her and always protect her! So now he's crying, seeing her adopted father's stretched hand and crying face,she shrank her head! Though the king of Kuntībhoja, didn't do anything, the sun got hot ana all over the world began to face drought, most severely in Kuntībhoja, but on intervention from other deities, he controlled himself, thinking if anyone has the right to judge and punish him it would be his son who'd do the judgement!
And so the child floated into destiny.
But this cycle... was different.
In the currents of this river, the child's divine characteristics converge(Sūryanārāyaṇa and VīraŚiva) and making him a partial incarnation of Harihara himself!
As the basket drifted, the infant's golden eyes flickered with strange awareness. Then the baby's cry rang loud and fierce, rippling throughout the 14 realms/lokas of bhu, bhuvas, svar, mahas, janas, tapas, and satya above and atala, vitala, sutala, rasātala, talātala, mahātala, pātāla and naraka at the bottom. From Trimurtis and Tridevis, to devas, asuras, nāgas, yakshas, gandharvs, bhut-pret-pisachas, etc all were attaracted out by the waves/ripples as they all convene emergency on what's going on.