Bengali Mahabharat Online

That night, when Purochana lit the corner of the palace, Bhima carried his mother and brothers on his shoulders and burst through the underground tunnel. The lac palace became a torch against the sky.

But before they fled, Kunti took one last look at the kitchen. The payesh pot was still on the hearth, untouched by fire. And floating on the surface of the caramelized milk was a single footprint—small, delicate, like a child’s.

“Narayan?” she whispered.