In the opulent yet serene throne room of Mathura, the air buzzed with youthful energy. Young princes of the Yadavas, specifically those from the Vrishni and Andhak clans, were sat on the cool marble floor, their royal finery exchanged for simple saffron garments that symbolized humility and devotion. Rudraksh beads adorned their necks, while their hair was neatly tied into buns, embodying discipline.

King Ugrasen, with his age-lined face and wise eyes, surveys the assembly from his majestic throne. His voice, though soft, carries the weight of experience. "Rajkumaro, ab tum sab vidyagrahan hetu apne Rajya aur sambandhiyo se dur jaa rahe ho. Vidyarthi jeevan atyant kathin hota hai, kintu aisa koi karya nahi jo anushashan aur brahmacharya ke vrat se siddh na kiya jaa sake."

The young princes, eager and earnest, listen intently, absorbing his every word as he shares insights on the virtues of student life—discipline, study, and humility. His voice resonates with both authority and affection, guiding them toward a path of righteousness and knowledge.

"Ab se Guru hi tumhare Pita hai, Gurumata hi tumhare liye maa aur Guru ke putra hi tumhare liye bhrata hai. Apna acharan aisa rakhna ki Yadavo ki kirti badhe. Guru ke uthne se pehle uthna, aur unke sone ke baad hi sona. Guru yadi daant bhi de, toh sun Lena, kyuki wahi hai jo tumhe sahi maarg dikhayenge." As he speaks, the atmosphere is filled with a palpable respect; the princes nod in agreement, their youthful spirits ignited by his sage counsel.

Ugrasen pauses, surveying their attentive faces, before revealing a significant development. "Maine Maharaj Dhritrashtra ko patra likha tha," he announces, his tone shifting to one of reassurance. "Kuruo ne vachan diya hai ki tum sabki pratyek awashyaktao ka dhyaan rakha jaayega. Iss liye chintamukt ho, prasthaan karo."

As King Ugrasen concludes his words of wisdom, the young princes of the Yadava clans rise in unison. Their saffron garments rustle softly, echoing the serenity of the throne room. With a sense of reverence, they join their hands in a gesture of respect, their rudraksh beads catching the light as they bow deeply before the aged king.

A soft smile spreads across his face, embodying the warmth of a loving father. He raises his hand slowly, "Yashashvi bhava ! Kirtimaan bhava !" He blessed them.

The young men and boys begin to step back, maintaining their respectful demeanor. One by one, they take a few measured steps, eyes still fixed on Ugrasen, their heads slightly bowed in deference. With a shared understanding, they turn towards the grand archway leading out of the throne room.

As the young princes stepped through the grand corridors of Mathura, the air hummed with a blend of reverence and youthful exuberance. At the forefront walked Satyaki, his saffron garment flowing gracefully, embodying a sense of purpose. He stole occasional glances at Satyashree, who walked beside him. He exuded an innocent grace that set him apart from the older and more seasoned princes.

Soon the princes stepped into the courtyard, where their parents awaited. The sun bathed the courtyard in a warm glow, illuminating the faces of proud parents, their expressions a blend of joy and concern.

King Satyak, with his strong demeanor, and Queen Satyapriya, whose grace was unmatched, stood at the forefront of the gathering. As Satyaki and Satyashree approached, a wave of affection washed over them. King Satyak’s eyes glinted with pride, while Satyapriya’s smile was tender.

The moment Satyaki and Satyashree approached, their parents’ faces lit up. King Satyak placed a reassuring hand on Satyaki’s shoulder while gently ruffling Satyashree's hair.

"Smaran rakhna putro," he began, his voice resonating with wisdom, "Gyaan se badi sampatti koi nahi. Iss dhan ko purn nishtha se arjit karna. Aise yoddha ban ke lautna, jiski kirti samast Yaduvansh mei gunje. Yuyudhaan, Yuyudhaawan.... Apne naam ko siddh karke ana."

Satyaki nodded, taking in his father’s words, while Satyashree smiled. Satyapriya stepped forward to embrace her sons, her hands tenderly cupping their faces.

"Apna dhyaan rakhna dono. Samaye se bhojan aur jal grahan kar lena." She said, her voice laced with concern and affection.

She turned to Satyaki, her expression turning serious yet gentle. "Tum Jyesht ho, Yuyudhaan. Aapne bhai ko apni chhatrachhaya mei aise rakhna, jaise pita putra ko rakhta hai."

Satyaki nodded, a sense of responsibility settling upon him. He gazed down at Satyashree, patting his back with a reassuring smile. The younger prince, with his big orange eyes, smiled back.

The brothers took blessings of their parents and turned towards the line of majestic chariots gleaming in the sunlight. Satyaki, his heart brimming with responsibility, guided Satyashree, who walked beside him, his youthful excitement evident. Other princes also mounted their chariots, bidding goodbyes of their parents.

The sturdy steeds whinnied, eager to embark on their journey. With a flourish, the chariots rolled forward, the sound of wheels on cobblestones resonating as they moved ahead, leaving behind the courtyard filled with love and hope for a bright future.

Seated on the chariot, Satyashree glanced back at the terrace of the grand palace. His heart swelled with pride and reverence at the sight of his revered cousin, Krishna and Balram, standing tall with their assuring smiles. The warm afternoon sun bathed them in a golden light, making their divine presence even more radiant.

Satyashree joined his hands in a gesture of respect, bowing his head slightly. Both Krishna and Balram responded, raising their hands in a blessing, their smiles deepening. The blessings felt like a shield, fortifying Satyashree for the challenges he would face in student life.

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Now starts the fun part of the book which I was excited to write for the longest time (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

The bond of Satyaki and Satyashree with Pandavas, and funny confrontation with other princes 😉