sultan draupadi ✅

**Chapter 57: The Next Generation's Mischief**

2 years had passed since the momentous execution, and the kingdoms had found a semblance of peace. The children of Sultan Draupadi and the Pandavas—Orhan, Fatima Hatun, and Alauddin—had grown into lively ten-year-olds, their mischievousness and energy bringing a new kind of chaos to the palace.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the palace gardens where the Pandavas were gathered. Yudhishthira was discussing state matters with Bhima, while Arjuna practiced archery nearby. Nakula and Sahadeva were tending to the horses, their usual duties lightened by the tranquil morning.

Unbeknownst to their fathers, Orhan, Fatima, and Alauddin were hiding behind a cluster of bushes, their eyes sparkling with mischief. They whispered and giggled, plotting their next prank with the innocence only children could possess.

"Let's prank Father Yudhishthira first," Orhan suggested, his voice barely a whisper.

Fatima nodded eagerly. "We'll pretend there's an urgent message from another kingdom."

Alauddin grinned, holding up a piece of parchment. "And then we'll prank the others. This will be so much fun!"

They split up, each taking a different path to their unsuspecting fathers. Orhan approached Yudhishthira, looking as serious as a ten-year-old could manage. "Father, there's an urgent message from the neighboring kingdom," he said, holding out the parchment.

Yudhishthira, concerned, took the parchment and unrolled it, only to find it blank. He looked up to see Orhan struggling to suppress a laugh. "You little rascal," Yudhishthira chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "You've got me."

Meanwhile, Fatima approached Bhima with a feigned look of panic. "Father, the horses are loose!" she exclaimed.

Bhima, always quick to action, rushed to the stables, only to find everything in order. Turning back, he saw Fatima and Alauddin trying to stifle their laughter. "Oh, you two are in for it," he said, laughing heartily. "Just wait until I tell your mother."

Arjuna, Nakula, and Sahadeva weren't spared either. Arjuna found his arrows replaced with sticks, Nakula's well-groomed horse adorned with colorful ribbons, and Sahadeva's stable tools swapped with kitchen utensils. Each discovery was met with laughter and playful admonishments.

Finally, Sultan Draupadi, observing the commotion from her balcony, couldn't help but smile. She descended the steps gracefully and approached her children, who were now huddled together, giggling uncontrollably.

"You've caused quite the stir today," she said, her voice filled with affectionate amusement.

Orhan, Fatima, and Alauddin beamed up at their mother. "We're just having fun, Mother," Alauddin said.

Draupadi knelt down to their level, her expression softening. "I know, my loves. But remember, with great mischief comes great responsibility." She kissed each of them on the forehead. "Now, go apologize to your fathers and help them fix what you've disrupted."

The children scampered off, their laughter echoing through the palace as they ran to their fathers. The Pandavas, despite their initial surprise, couldn't help but laugh at the innocent mischief of their children.

As the day drew to a close, the palace was filled with a warmth and joy that only family could bring. Draupadi watched her children and husbands with a contented heart, knowing that their bond, forged through trials and triumphs, was unbreakable.

And so, in the heart of the kingdom, amidst laughter and love, Sultan Draupadi and the Pandavas found a moment of peace, their hearts lightened by the playful antics of the next generation.

* To be continued…*