At the dawn in kurukshetra the sky was red there was place where smoke was rising and vulture was present to take the dead to there place but in this place there was also a person who was looking at this with sad eyes but with resolve.
He was standing in his chariot looking this kurukshetra and then looked at his one and only friend who gave him the respect he deserve leaving the caste system who supported him.
He said "Duryodhana today either we will win this war or You will see my dead body" .
Duryodhana's voice hoarse, "today is the day. You are my hope. End this war. End them."
"Mitra (Friend) you gave me honor when the world gave me scorn. You called me brother when others called me nothing. Today, I fight not for your throne, but for the friendship that gave me a name."Said that Man
He climbed his chariot and the morning light caught his face — weary, proud, and burning with an invisible fire. Shalya the king of Madra sat at the reins his eyes cold.
He spoke with venom " This world has truly turned upside down to see a charioteer's son commanding a king"
"It's not the Lineage which holds bow shalya it's strength"said the man
Shalya laughed dryly. "Strength fades, caste endures."
Karna's fingers tightened around his bowstring. "Caste," he said softly, "was made by men who feared talent. Remember that when you drive me to glory today."
Shalya's lips curled, but he said nothing more.
The Shankh (conches) of war sounded again where saw Arjuna taking charge amidst Pandavas army.
He still remember Kunti's voice from that morning she had come to him trembling, pleading, her secret finally unveiled.
"You are my firstborn, Karna. The world calls you Radheya, but you are mine."
He had wanted to hate her, to curse her for her silence. But when he had seen the shame in her eyes, the years of guilt carved into her face, something inside him had softened.
"Promise me," she had said. "That five of my sons will live."
And he had promised — because even though she had abandoned him, he could not refuse her the comfort of a mother's heart.
He had smiled through his tears and said, "You shall have five sons, Mother for Arjuna shall live, and Karna shall die."
He start by taking arrow on his Vijay Dhanush (Vijay = Victory , Dhanush = Bow)
And fired from the opposite , Arjuna countered but his chariot was pushed three steps back .
Fights continued and Krishna was seeing at the sun and said "Time hasn't came yet" .
All the troops of Pandavas was retreating and those who were hesitating heard a voice saying "Even prince Arjuna is running why shouldn't we". As if it was the last straw that break the camels head and all of them start running and retreating.
Inside the tempest, Karna's mind was a battlefield of its own. He remembered Parashurama's curse — how his guru had damned him to forget the knowledge of divine weapons in his hour of need. He remembered the Brahmin's cow he had killed by mistake, and the curse that his chariot wheel would sink into the earth. He remembered Kunti's trembling voice and the pity in Krishna's eyes.
After some time the chariot warrior got the upper hand, He swiftly and quickly cut down 12 strings of Arjun's Gandiva. His hands were so fast that they appeared to create after images of his actions. This surprises Arjun but also increases fear in his heart. If this goes on the loser will be him. That man showed he was better than him but Arjuna's arrogance wouldn't allow him to admit it.
"It's only because of that damn bow, If I have it, I will be able to do more than him. He was just lucky and tricked Bhagwaan Parshuram to accept him as a student. He doesn't have any power of his own."
His jealousy increased, He said in his heart the opponent's valour is because of his guru and nothing else.
*Pierce*
*Splatter*
Suddenly when he was distracted 3 arrows pierce him through his armour. He quickly checked and sigh of relief when he found that all arrows avoided his vitals. For warriors like him these wounds are not even considered flesh wounds. He thanked his luck and put his full focus on the battle.
Krishna, who was driving the chariot, shook his head lightly. How could he not see that those arrows did not contain any killing intent? These were just warning shots to remind his opponent to pay attention.
'Arjun was fighting as he was facing an opponent and that man was fighting as he was sparring with his younger brother.'
He looked at the man on the chariot with pain in his eyes. How much he wanted that man to join his army, Join pandavas he was even offer him whole world, most beautiful woman in Aryavart (India), immeasurable wealth, gold, silver anything he wanted, He even offered Pandavas will serve him as his servent but he denied everything without even given a single thought just for his friendship.
He already knew the answer of that man but he still felt pain when he denied the offer because he knew the ending of that denial.
'Time has come'
Without warning, Karna's chariot jolted violently. The wheel sank into the soft, blood-soaked earth. Shalya pulled at the reins, cursing, but the axle groaned and held fast.
Karna looked down, disbelief flickering across his face. He leapt down, straining to lift the wheel, muscles trembling under the weight of his armor. "Hold your fire, Arjuna!" he shouted. "A warrior does not strike an unarmed foe! Let me free the wheel, and we shall finish this as kshatriyas."
Arjuna was hesitating to draw bow against a man with no weapon in his hands it was against his moral and Dharma.
Krishna's voice was calm, almost sorrowful. "Arjuna," he said quietly, "did he remember dharma when Abhimanyu was trapped and slaughtered weaponless? Did he speak of rules when Draupadi was humiliated? End this now."
Arjuna hesitated — for only a moment — then drew his bowstring. The Gandiva sang, and the arrow blazed with divine light.
Karna looked up. Time slowed. The world around him blurred — the shouting, the clash, even the wind seemed to pause. In that stillness, he felt the weight of everything: his pride, his curses, his loyalty, his love for Radha, his debt to Duryodhana, his longing for a mother's acceptance.
If only I had known earlier, he thought. If only fate had been kinder.
He lifted his hand — not in defense, but in surrender. The arrow struck his chest. The sound was not a cry, but a breath leaving a weary body. His knees buckled, and he fell to the earth.
"Mitra (Friend) Mitra (Friend) please open your eyes Mitra (Friend) please talk to me God O' God I don't want any my kingdom please make him come back please make him come back " Muscular body man directly kneeled on the ground crying like a baby on the loss of his friend.
He lost all desire of war, At this time he just wanted his friend back. He was ready to give anything in exchange for his friend but he also knew that was impossible. In the end he cried for his friend all night begging all the gods take care of him in heaven and that he will come there soon to accompany him.
Finally night falls and Krishna uses the shankha (Chank) sound to declare the end of today's war.
Today's night was also too dark , not to mention the moon even stars were not present in the sky. As if every celestial body's were mourning for there loss. In this world only one thing was as beautiful as it always was, that would be the body of a fallen warrior. Even after this gruesome death he was still as beautiful as when he was alive.
The 18th day war result is not surprising to anyone. This day was the last day of the war and Pandavas came out victorious.
That chariot man for his final alms donated victory to them.
This battle was later known as the Kurukshetra war.