Cheer Haran!

“NO!!!”- Vidhura, Bhishma and Dronacharya protested the idea of Saguni.

“Dear son, Yudhistra! This has already gone way beyond imagination. Don’t continue. Don’t carry the burden of bringing Draupathi into this.” – Vidhura warned Yudhistra.

“Yudhistra! You must not. You are a King. Don’t do this. This must not be accepted.”- Pithamaha Bhishma cautioned Yudhistra.

“Brother! Don’t involve Draupathi into this. This is Duryodhana’s plan right from the start! To insult her. This is not dharma: wagering wife in gambling. I beg you. Please don’t proceed.”- Arjuna pleaded to his stranded brother Yudhistra.

“Yudhistra! Look at your brothers. Such a mighty warriors kneeling in front of everyone, stripped of their weapons. Like servants, they are on their knees. As a responsible brother, you are supposed to free them from this insult and bring back their honor. And your honor too! Your only way to win them is by betting your wife!”- Saguni provoked Yudhistra and continued, “Moreover, as a husband, you have your right on her. She is still in your possession and you have the right to wager her. I don’t think you have the right to refuse the game from proceeding...speaking in terms of dharma.”- Saguni and Duryodhana smiled deceitfully with the confidence of victory.

Seeing no way out, chained to dharma, Yudhistra rolled the dice. Saguni played his turn with an undignified gesture.  Undoubtedly, Saguni won. Yudhistra rose from his throne and went to kneel alongside his brothers.

Duryodhana, wobbling in happiness boasted himself. “Vidhura! Go and fetch that servant maid Draupathi for me.”- Duryodhana ordered Vidhura who was on the peak of ire.

“Are you insane? You’re going far beyond irrational, Duryodhana. Stop all this right now. Return all those that you got from Yudhistra by cheating. Beg for forgiveness from him and save yourself. If you involve Draupathi into this, that’s the end of you. I warn you, right now, to act. You are behaving like a lion cub roaring at a forest fire.” – Vidhura was spurting words of fire on Duryodhana.

“Me!?!  You want me to beg to Yudhistra!?!? I’m his Lord now. He is my servant! You want me to beg to my servant! No servant has got the right to stand against his Lord’s words. You know what’s the problem, Minister? It’s just even though Yudhistra has got nothing, you, Pithamaha and Dronacharya still are afraid of him and his wife. Forest fire! Who?! That Draupathi!? She is my servant maid!”-Big-headed Duryodhana saying those words to Vidhura, turned towards his charioteer, Prathikami and said, “Prathikami, Bring that Draupathi to this court.”

Though Prathikami knew about Draupathi’s fierce character and that what he is about to do is wrong, he had no option but to follow the orders of Duryodhana. With haste, Prathikami went to Draupathi’s chamber and spoke, “Forgive me for entering the chamber without permission, Queen Draupathi. King Yudhistra was deceived in the dice game by King of Gandhara and Prince Duryodhana. The King has lost his brothers, himself and you. So, Prince Duryodhana wants you to be in the assembly hall, now. Come with me, O Queen of Indraprastha.”

Draupathi, who was stunned and at the same time enraged on the act of her husband said, “Prathikami! Am I an object to wager in a game!? What has gone into the minds of the sons of Pandu? Which King would stake his wife for a game? Go to the hall and ask my husband, the gambler, ‘whom he had lost first- Is it me or him?’ Without knowing the answer, I won’t come to the hall. Go and ask the gambler this question and inform your Lord, Prince Duryodhana that I don’t take orders from him.”

Duryodhana, on seeing Prathikami returning empty handed got more frenzied. When Prathikami asked Draupathi’s question to Yudhistra, unable to give an answer, Yudhistra lowered his head in humiliation. Duryodhana, insulted on hearing Draupathi’s words for him, got more furious and yelled at Prathikami saying, “Oh! All you know is only to ride a chariot. Not able to even bring a servant maid and taking her orders. You are all having no cleverness.”

      He then turned towards his brother and spoke, “Duchadhana! My dear brother, that Draupathi demands answer. Let her get the answer in the hall. Go and fetch her. Do whatever it takes to bring her to the hall.”

"Go and fetch her, Duchadhana!"

Taking orders from his brother, Duchadhana walked swiftly to Draupathi’s chamber and spoke with a wily smile, “Oh Princess of Panchala, you are won by my brother and he demands you to be present in the hall. Come with me peacefully. I have every right to do whatever it takes to bring you to the assembly hall.”

Hearing his words, Draupathi rose from her seat in anger and spoke, “Duchadhana! Don’t you dare! I don’t take orders from you or your brother. Leave the premise now. Or you will be burnt to ashes.”

Saying so, Draupathi started leaving the room and went towards the chambers of Kunti and Gandhari. Exasperated, irate Duchadhana went after Draupathi and seized her locks that was long, undulant and scented with flowers and perfumes. He dragged her with all his force. He dragged her from her chamber to the assembly hall, all through the way by holding her hair. Draupathi, who was struck like a flower in a storm, cried at Duchadhana, “You and your brother are going to pay for all this. Is this the way how you are cultured to treat a woman, a queen? You all will perish for this act of yours.”

With Duchadhana taking time, there was sheer silence in the hall. Dhritarashtra, Duryodhana and Saguni were filled with rage while the Pandavas, Vidhura, Pithamaha and Dronacharya were restless worried about Draupathi. The moments of silence were broken as the wail of Draupathi was heard from distance. Her cry gave immense heaviness in the hearts of the Pandavas, Vidhura, Pithamaha and Dronacharya. Even King Dhritarashtra was worried realizing that things have gone beyond his hands. Hearing her cry, Duryodhana and Saguni laughed wholeheartedly, seeing the victory of their plan. Draupathi’s cries echoed all over the corridor and the walls of the courtroom.

With hairs tousled, ornaments that she wore appearing messy and the dress she wore slackened, Draupathi was dragged by Duchadhana into the assembly hall. He pushed her to the center of the hall where Duryodhana and Saguni were enjoying their success.

Standing up strong and sturdy, Draupathi said to Duchadhana- “You disrespect a woman in front of the superiors assembled! Is this what you learnt from Dronacharya and your parents? You will not be forgiven for this act by my husbands.”

“Your husbands!? Oh, you mean my servants! I heard you had questions to be asked to Yudhistra. There he is, kneeled along with your other husbands. Ask him!”- Duryodhana pointed towards the direction of the Pandavas.

The Pandavas who were already enraged on Duchadhana’s act were kneeling with eyes facing the ground. Draupathi looked at them with flame in her eyes. “Wagering wife for gambling!? Is this your dharma? How is it that you think you have rights on me when you have lost yourself!? And did my other husbands give you the permission to wager me!? Where was your conscience when you know you are being tricked!? Why did you willingly continue the game?”- Draupathi was firing questions at Yudhistra like fierce arrows.

“Cheated!? Tricked?! Wait…Wait...” – Saguni stopped Draupathi and spoke ingeniously, “Oh Princess of Panchala, we played as per the rules set by Pithamaha Bhishma. We played among the great followers of dharma-Pithamaha was here, Vidhura was here, Dronacharya was here and above all, your husband, Son of Dharma, King Yudhistra approved every move of mine! How can it be against dharma then!? We played by the rules of dharma! The rules framed by the mighty Pithamaha, himself. And my son-in-law won!”

"We played by the rules of dharma!"-Saguni

Draupathi glanced at Saguni with rays of fire on her eyes – “You think you speak smartly!? Everyone here knows that you cheated. You manipulated the game just like how you manipulated the words of Pithamaha, Vidhura and my husband and the laws of the game. We all know that you tricked and it’s beyond the point of discussion for you are skilled in it and we can’t prove it.”

Duryodhana blinded by his vengeance said to Draupathi- “Yes! We tricked. So what!? It doesn’t matter now. We won and your husbands lost. You’re my servant maid now. And as my servant maid, I order you to come and sit on my lap.”

Infuriated on Duryodhana’s words, Draupathi yelled back at him, “I don’t take orders from you! And I’m not your servant maid! Don’t you dare test my patience!”

Draupathi’s roar silenced the whole hall. Duryodhana and even the Pandavas were taken aback on Draupathi’s roar.

Karna, irate on his friend being insulted broke the silence-“What’s wrong in it? You already have five husbands. Just like a whore.”

The Pandavas filled with wrath shouted at Karna but Duryodhana’s one word stopped them. Even Pithamaha was shocked to hear such a word from Karna. Pithamaha Bhishma, Dronacharya and Vidhura lowered their head with disgrace while Draupathi continued shooting her pointy darts - “I’m the daughter-in-law of this family and this is how my family reacts when I’m being called like that! I came to this family, trusting my five mighty husbands. But they were not there to help me when Duchadhana was being discourteous to me. Even now! I placed my trust on the experienced and most respected people of Kuru family- Pithamaha Bhishma, my father-like Dronacharya and Vidhura. And they too stay put, doing nothing when the daughter-in-law of their family is affronted. I believe my husbands learnt the meaning of dharma from you all and that’s why the whole family is letting this happen to me. Where is the Kshatriya reputation of Kuru!? Such an unworthy act and none stands against it! Is this how every woman is going to be treated in the future, by her in-laws!?”

Sobbing for her condition for a moment, Draupathi grasped her breath and looked up at her husbands with rage, “You are all bound to your ethics and uncle Saguni manipulated your ethics and principles but you all forgot one thing that your own dharma and ethics is not the dharma of the whole world. It’s not the real dharma. You’re all bound to only your morals and so you won’t be helping me today from what’s to happen.”

She turned towards Pithamaha and Dronacharya and spoke, “Even you both too forgot to understand real dharma after all these years of living! Else, Pithamaha and Dronacharya, I believe you both would not have allowed this to go this far. You both would not have seated on your seats like a spineless person when a women is being insulted. You all lost your spirit. You all don’t share the vision of dharma and hence you too won’t be able to protect me.”

Draupathi glimpsed everyone assembled in the hall and spoke, “Kings! Princes! Foremost souls of Kuru dynasty! All of you are might warriors, followers of dharma and lead your kingdom in the most righteous path! Then why do you all remain silent when such a felony is being done in front of your eyes?”

Everyone lowered their head in disgrace except for Duryodhana, Duchadhana, Karna and Saguni. Vikarna, brother of Duryodhana, who was silent all these time said-“Kings! I believe the princess of Panchala has placed a valuable question in front of us. A question that defines who we are. When everything here is done based on our judgments, I believe she deserves the right to consider her judgments too. Why Pithamaha, Dronacharya and Vidhura are remaining calm? You are all supposed to lead us in the path of dharma and if you remain calm, how dharma can be followed in Hastinapur?”

Ruler of Hastinapur!

Vikarna turned towards his father and said, “King of Hastinapur! Father! Listen to me. As a ruler, you are supposed to make sure goodness prevails in the lives of Hastinapur. It suits for the court too. If the court itself fails in it, how can you be called as a great emperor? The princess of Panchala, she is our daughter-in-law. You blessed her to prosper with good life when she arrived to this family. How can you let those words fail? Father, I beg you to break the silence. You are a King. A father to a daughter. Father to my brother Duryodhana and Duchadhana. Don’t let them do this. Don’t allow them to proceed further. Do save the Pandavas and the princess of Panchala.”

Though Vikarna pleaded repeatedly, everyone assembled believed that things are out of their reach and nothing can be done. No king responded. Vikarna after a moment of silence spoke, “King of Hastinapur! Kings assembled! All my brothers! I stand by Draupathi’s words. She is right. Wife is not an object to wager in a game. King Yudhistra wagered her only after losing him. When he has lost himself, he clearly can’t place his wife. Moreover, Draupathi is wife to all the five sons of Pandu. Without seeking permission from his brothers, Yudhistra should not have done it. Also, King Yudhistra got permission from them while wagering his brothers but he did not seek permission from Draupathi. So, considering all these, I regard that my brother has not won Draupathi. What’s done to her is injustice.”

Though there was silence, the kings assembled cheered Vikarna and supported him. Hearing oppositions for his friend, Karna spoke – “What is wrong with you all? How can you oppose Duryodhana? He is your King. Draupathi is Yudhistra’s possession. He has right on her. You speak of wisdom but Vikarna you are a kid in this. All the wealth Yudhistra owns is won by Saguni for Duryodhana which includes Draupathi too.”

Duryodhana listening to Karna’s words stared at Vikarna and spoke, “You are my brother. So, I forgive you for this. You are still a kid, as said by Karna. Even Yudhistra approved it. Why is it you fail to see? If what you say is right, then what’s followed by Pithamaha Bhishma, Vidhura, Dronacharya and Yudhistra is wrong. Do you accept it?”

Duryodhana, Duchadhana, Karna and Saguni laughed hysterically while everyone else in the assembly was filled with regret. Duchadhana insulted Draupathi on hearing the words of the Pandavas. He spoke unpleasant words and called Draupathi with offensive names.

Bhīma, who was beyond way of controlling his rage, stared Yudhistra and with eyes full of wrath and spoke –“Even men with illicit behavior would never stake his beloved wife. But you, considering yourself as follower of dharma did such a despicable thing. I was not concerned when you lost your kingdom or wealth or even us. But, this act of yours, staking impeccable Draupathi and rolling dice after wagering her, I shall break those hands of yours and burn them to blazing fire till it turns to ash.”

While Yudhistra was crying with humiliation, Arjuna spoke, “O brother! Don’t utter such harsh words. Brother followed Kshatriya rule and we all know he played against his will.”

Staring at Arjuna who was supporting Yudhistra, Bhīma’s rage amplified –“Arjuna! Just because he followed Kshatriya rule, you accept what he has done!? No Kshatriya, ignore Kshatriya, no man with rational thinking would wager his wife. I wish to burn his hands for putting Draupathi in this situation. Even after burning his hands, I don’t think my anger will calm down.”

Seeing Bhīma’s anger, Duryodhana and Duchadhana laughed hilariously. Duryodhana turned towards Duchadhana and spoke, “Duchadhana! Dear brother! The slaves are wearing ornaments and silk garments! Those belong to me. Fetch it all. And also, the ornaments Draupathi is wearing. And…she insulted me in front of everyone. The slave who doesn’t take her lord’s order should be punished. So, take off her attire.”

The Pandavas were filled with wrath on hearing Duryodhana’s words. Even the King, Pithamaha and Dronacharya were stunned to hear such words. They even shouted at Duchadhana to not go near Draupathi. They threw their ornaments at Duryodhana and Duchadhana. “Duchadhana, don’t you dare go near Draupathi. That’ will be the end of your life. I swear I will rip the hands that touch Draupathi’s attire.”- Bhīma vowed right in front of the gathered.

“Slave! Behave like one. All of you go and kneel where you belong.” – Duryodhana yelled at the Pandavas.

         Helpless, the Pandavas stood silent with rage filling their heart. Duchadhana went near Draupathi who stood there deserted and forcibly seized her attire in front of all. Stranded by her husbands and by the foremost elders of the assembly, with no human soul to support her, Draupathi raised her hands above her head, closed her wet and weary eyes and prayed aloud, “O Govinda! Prince of Dwaraka! The protector of cows of Vrindhavana! This calf is being humiliated and ripped by the demons of Kauravas. Rescue me. I’m drowning in the ocean of adharma. The hands of evil minded Kauravas are tearing my soul. O Krishna! My protector and rescuer! Rescue the distressed soul and grant salvation within your protective arms.”

         The prayers of Draupathi appeared funny to laugh at, for the shrewd Duryodhana, Saguni and Duchadhana but not for Krishna!

“Your prayers didn’t even leave the assembly hall. How do you expect Krishna to help you from Dwaraka!? He must be busy with his cows!”-Duryodhana teased Draupathi and Krishna.

"Govinda!" - Draupathi

Draupathi submitted herself to Krishna that she didn’t even hear Duryodhana or mind Duchadhana ripping her clothes. Though Krishna was in the battlefield, outside Dwaraka, he did hear the cry of the surrendered soul. Moved on Draupathi’s surrender, he rushed to protect her. Unseen by the tainted souls assembled in the hall, Krishna protected Draupathi with shades of clothes. Sheer silence engulfed the hall witnessing the surreal incident. Though none in the assembly could understand what is happening, enraged Duchadhana kept stripping Draupathi. Attires came in protection for Draupathi and the hall appeared like it was raining attires. Duchadhana kept ripping Draupathi’s attire again and again, until the floor of the assembly hall was filled with the attire of Draupathi. The more Duchadhana dragged, the more the floor was covered with her attire but Draupathi stood unharmed and intact.  Exhausted, Duchadhana lose hold of Draupathi’s attire. He fell down on the floor that was flooded with Draupathi’s attire.

Witnessing the most extraordinary event of all worlds, the Kings stood astounded. They began to murmur about Draupathi and her virtues. They criticized the act of Duryodhana, Saguni and Duchadhana. Draupathi stood in the center of the hall, completely unharmed. She opened her eyes and gazed at the fatigued Duchadhana who was lying on the floor and like a sprouting fire she stood staring at the confused Duryodhana. No words were spoken by her or Duryodhana.

Bhīma, trembling with wrath, stood up and amongst the kings assembled, he roared, “Hear the words I’m about to speak, King Dhritarashtra. None in this world will get to hear to such dreadful words about their son’s death. The moment I get to war with Duchadhana, I will rip the chest of this crook and will drink his blood. I will slay every single despicable son of yours. I am going to be the nightmare for your sons.”

King Dhritarashtra felt tremors in his heart for he knew the strength of Bhīma. For the first time, he felt that he and his sons have gone beyond everything for the throne and they are about to lose their life for it. Seeing that the hall might explode against Duryodhana, Karna spoke, “Duchadhana, get the servants to take Draupathi to the servant maid’s apartments.”

Draupathi raised her hand and stopped Duchadhana from reaching her. Gathering all her energy from within, she spoke with attitude, “Wait O wicked Duchadhana! I am not done yet.”

Turning towards King Dhritarashtra, she spoke, “King! My husbands consider you as their father and you too have taken the responsibility of raising my husbands and gave them good education. As your daughter-in-law, I too respected you like my father. Hear my words, O King! The tousled hair of mine, the one your son Duchadhana dragged, I will not tie it until I purify it with your son’s blood. Your sons will pay their life as the price for the dishonour they have done to me.”

She turned towards Pithamaha Bhishma and continued, “I was not able to give my greeting to you all most respected souls of the dais when I entered the hall. And I know it wasn’t my fault for I was dragged forcibly by the sinful Duchadhana and I was deprived of my senses.  I lost my senses to such an extent that I pleaded you all and to my husbands to save me. Look at you all! Seated like dead people, with head lowered in front of an innocent soul. Where is the dharma and ethics for which you are all celebrated for? Tell me O great souls! I belong to the same family of the Kuru. I am the wife of King Yudhistra! In fact, the first daughter-in-law of this highly respected Kuru family! I am the daughter of Dronacharya’s friend. I am friend of Lord Krishna! And the wife of the Pandavas! Tell me whether I am a servant maid? Karna called me whore and everyone here calls me as a servant maid. Tell me whether the way I was brought to this hall is reasonable? Break your silence and be truthful to dharma at least now! Lowering your heads will only lead you all to be more sinful. I will accept the answer wholeheartedly. Tell me whether I am considered as won or not?”

"We all failed!" -Vidhura

Vidhura stood turned towards those assembled and spoke-“Alas! The Kauravas or the Pandavas have no rights to answer the question placed by Draupathi for it has been answered by the Lord himself. Innocent people come to King seeking dharma and ethics. We all failed in our purpose, sitting unmoved by her plead. The Lord of three worlds, the creator and protector of all souls, the one who knows what dharma is, has answered her question and assured us that we have tainted our souls with sin, for not protecting her. Draupathi is not considered as a stake and so Duryodhana has not won her.”

The Kings, on listening to Vidhura’s words lowered their head humiliated and spoke not a word. Undeserving of such a terrible conduct, Draupathi who gathered all her strength all this time to stand on her legs fell on the floor and wept her whole heart out. On hearing the insult to Draupathi through the servant maids, Gandhari and Kunti rushed to the assembly hall.

Seeing Draupathi weeping and unable to help her out, Bhīma with rage turned towards Duryodhana and spoke, “Duryodhana! Remember me as the voice of your death. I will crush that thigh on which you asked Draupathi to sit. Only after crushing the bones in that thigh, I will kill you.”

Bhīma’s vow triggered rage in the hearts of the Kauravas while in King Dhritarashtra’s heart it hit like lightning. Stunned at the looks of Draupathi and the hall and eyes of Duryodhana and Bhīma staring at each other like a lion waiting to kill, Gandhari felt that her sons are in grave danger.

Gandhari, filled with grief, addressed to King Dhritarashtra, “O King of Hastinapur! What have you done!? Why on earth did you allow this to happen?! What you have done has brought disgrace to the Kauravas and also to Kuru dynasty. Trying to make your son as King, you have literally paved path for their destruction. The sons of Pandu are calm and passive. What you have done has provoked them. A river might flow peacefully in its path but you try stopping it from its path, it will drown you. That’s what you have done to the Pandavas and to Draupathi. Years of ruling and you sit on the throne like a juvenile kid and you allowed your son to do this!! Don’t be responsible for the terrible loss of your sons, forever. Stop this recklessness right now. Save your sons.”

Blinded in his love for his sons, King Dhritarashtra felt tremor passing in his nerves. Chillness spread in his spine out of fear. Desirous of saving his sons from death, King Dhritarashtra using his insight and knowledge, tried to console Draupathi. He silenced Duryodhana from proceeding further and addressed to Draupathi, “O Draupathi! You are the first daughter-in-law of the family. You are the one who should be responsible for its growth and harmony. You are free. Ask me for any boon and I will grant it for sure.”

Gandhari encouraged Draupathi to ask for anything she seeks and assured that the King will grant everything. Draupathi consoled herself, stood on her legs, turned towards the King and spoke, “O King of Hastinapur, if you would like to grant me a boon, free King Yudhistra from slavery. I don’t wish my sons, Princes of Indraprastha to be called as ‘son of slave’.”

“Granted! Ask for second boon.” – King Dhritarashtra didn’t even wait for Draupathi to finish.

Draupathi said -“I want Bhimasena, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva to be freed and give back their authority by giving them their weapons.”

King Dhritarashtra said to her - “Granted! They are free and let their weapons and chariots too be returned. Ask for the last boon.”

“O King! Everything I need, they will win it for me. Hence, I do not merit a third boon from you.” – Draupathi responded with attitude.

King Dhritarashtra said, “Let it be as you desire, Draupathi. I return everything that was lost by Yudhistra in the game. He will have everything back.”

“Ahh…Frightened blind man.” – mumbled Saguni.

Duryodhana sighed - “How could he do that? I can’t believe he just did that! Returning all those that I have won and own!”

King Yudhistra and the Pandavas rose from their position, moved towards the dais and seeking blessings from King Dhritarashtra, King Yudhistra spoke, “O King, We take your orders. Command us what we should be doing next.”

Pandavas and King Dhritarashtra

With a relief, King Dhritarashtra replied- “O Son of Dharma! Bless you and your brothers. Let there always be peace and safety between Hastinapur and Indraprastha. Remember not the harsh words of Duryodhana and Duchadhana. They are your brothers too. Forgive them for the way they have behaved today, for the sake of your mother Gandhari and this blind man. Return to your Kingdom and live a successful life. Let your hearts be filled with dharma.”

King Yudhistra, seeking blessings from the wise men assembled, left the hall with his brothers and wife, Draupathi. Saguni and Duryodhana were not able to see them leaving just like the way they entered Hastinapur.

Karna witnessing the Pandavas and Draupathi leaving the hall spoke, “The sons of Pandu were saved by the Princess of Panchala today. Never ever heard or seen such an act by any women on this earth. She was powerful and raging like a wild fire. Undeniably, she arose as redemption for the sons of Pandu.”

Throwing an angry look at Karna, Duchadhana turned towards Duryodhana and spoke, “If we let them go like this, people will definitely speak ill of us. To top that, they will also praise Draupathi just like how Karna did now. It’s again an insult to us brother.”

“Only way to reduce them to ashes is…another dice game, Duryodhana. Will your father approve?” – Saguni was in full swing with his next strategy.

"Another dice Game, Duryodhana!"

“If there’s a way to degrade the Pandavas, I will make everything happen in our favor. Don’t worry, Uncle.”- Sharing a sly glance at each other, Duryodhana turned towards the King and spoke, “Father! Bring the Pandavas back. Let’s cast dice again!”

“Duryodhana, have you lost your senses? Don’t you remember what just happened…the rage of Draupathi and her supremacy?” – enquired raged Vidhura.

Ignoring Vidhura’s words, Duryodhana said, “Father, just think. If we leave them now with all their wealth, definitely they will come back with war. With Bhīma and Arjuna waiting to kill us, this will be a better chance for them to attack Hastinapur. Krishna will join them. Our enemies will join them too! We won’t be able to win the war. Uncle Saguni is an ace gambler. None can defeat him. Let them play again. Yudhistra, for sure, will lose this time too. We will ask them to serve ‘Vanavasa’. Exile! That way we will keep them content, so that when I get to rule Hastinapur, the Pandavas won’t be a trouble.”

  Hearing the words of Duryodhana, the wise men assembled opposed Duryodhana. They appealed to King Dhritarashtra - “Don’t allow this, O King. Let there be peace. King Yudhistra takes your orders seriously. He has given his word to forgive your sons.”

Gandhari pleaded to her husband, “Don’t do this, O King. This will certainly lead to the destruction of your sons. Our entire race will be annihilated by the mighty Pandavas. For our sons, kindly follow the path of dharma. Don’t be responsible for their death.”

King Dhritarashtra, still blinded by the greed he had for Duryodhana to rule as King, ignored pleads of the wise men and his wife and said, “Summon the sons of Pandu to play dice game, again.”

He then turned towards Gandhari and said, “If this is how the destruction of my race is destined then let it happen. Let the destiny play as it desires to. Let my sons live and die as they desire.”

The royal messenger left the hall and went near the palace doors where the Pandavas were preparing to leave Hastinapur in their chariot.

Preventing the chariots from leaving, the royal messenger went towards King Yudhistra and said, “O King! Your uncle, our Kings has summoned you: O King Yudhistra! Come to the hall and play dice game.”

The Pandavas and Draupathi were stunned to listen to the message. King Yudhistra said, “Knowing that it will bring destruction to both his family and to his kingdom, our Uncle still summons me for yet another game. Yet, I cannot refuse!”

Saying so, King Yudhistra descended from his chariot and turned to the palace entrance with his brothers. Draupathi, snubbing the words of the King, left in her chariot towards Hastinapur, leaving her husbands.

“Uncle Saguni for sure, will manipulate the game. His intentions are purely evil. Knowing that you are going to lose, why are you going to play?” – Nakula enquired his elder brother.

Yudhistra said - “Nakula, it’s an order from our King and I can’t decline it. It’s Kshatriya rule to follow the orders. Moreover, after seeing what has happened, yet again King Dhritarashtra is summoning means it’s not his compulsion but fate’s. I believe that the game is being played through Uncle Saguni, by fate. Both me and Uncle Saguni are just the coins.”

The Pandavas entered the assembly. Bowing to King Dhritarashtra, the Pandavas stood eyeing at Duryodhana and Saguni.

The hall was filled with silence, knowing what’s about to happen. Bound to loyalty they remained silent with their heads lowered. King Yudhistra broke the silence, “O King! Compelled by fate and your son, I have been summoned by you. I can’t refuse it and so here I am with my brothers. ”

Unable to utter a word, King Dhritarashtra lowered his head. Saguni broke the silence, “O King Yudhistra, This game doesn’t involve wealth or army or slaves. Hastinapur has got it more than what you have in Indraprastha. This time we are going to play for only one thing. Nothing will be at stake. Duryodhana and his brothers against the Pandavas with Draupathi. The one who is defeated will surrender their kingdom to the winner and will live in exile for 13 years. Dressed in deer skin, the loser should live in forest for 12 years and on their 13^th year they should live unrecognised. If recognised, the exile continues. Are you fine with the rules and the wager?”

King Yudhistra replied -“O King of Gandhara, Knowing the consequences, I accept. Let us play.”

"Let us play!"- Yudhistra

Bound to Kshatriya rule, King Yudhistra again sat in front of the board. The board was placed in the same place where Draupathi was affronted. With Duryodhana enjoying his success deep inside his heart, Saguni took his magical dice and casted them. Moments passed with only Saguni and Duryodhana enjoying the time.

“Ah! I have won, again!”- Saguni jumped in victory along with destiny.