Hastinapur"Those pandavas has crossed all limits pitashree. They can't perform rajasuya yagya without your permission. Send a letter and order them to stop it here only. You should snatch away indraprastha from them. That yudhishthir is not worthy of king's title." Duryodhan growled with gritting teeth as shakuni closed his one eye and slapped himself for having a brainless nephew.
"Then are you putra duryodhan?"
Dhritarashtra attentively heard the voice of their grandsire. He greeted but bhishma asked to seat and came before duryodhan. "Answer me putra!"
"Yes, I am!" Duryodhan answered with pride but shakuni gulped at his stupidity.
"Putra dhritarashtra, give a barren land to duryodhan and let him prove his worth as a king. How would it be putra duryodhan, you proving yourself and making a kingdom on your own?" Bhishma's idea scared them more as duryodhan fumed in anger and stomped his foot.
"Don't you take those pandavas side pitamaha. Those vanvaasis__""Duryodhan! I must remind you that they are the sons of your uncle and the former king of hastinapur. My body is bound to hastinapur but my soul is near pandavas, any word against them and you will face me." He sealed their lips tight before leaving. Duryodhan could say anything before which shakuni pulled him on side.
"Priye bhanje, Have you sold your brain somewhere? Don't go against Gangaputra. Let the pandavas do rajasuya, we would snatch it all from them." He said but duryodhan couldn't be fine anymore...............
Indraprastha
Arjun, bheem and krishna has arrived in the morning only and now the whole family was sitting in the dinning hall having fun as it was urvi's first rasoi and she had made everyone's favorite dish. She served it with her sister in law's help and now getting appreciations from the brothers and her husband.
"It's too good bhabhi. First bhabhishree vrushali and bhabhishree draupadi were there to make delicious food for me but now you too. I can't be so happy than this." Bheem spoke with joy sparkling in his eyes. Urvi, vrushali and draupadi smiled at his sweet compliments.
"Yeah yeah, you can only think about food bharata bheem!" Nakul spoke with the sense of teasing.
"Nakul!" Bheem warned but he shrugged off. "Bhabhi please don't make so much delicious food or else bhrata bheem would make you sit in the kitchen for whole day." nakul again pulled his brother's leg as the others laughed their hearts out while bheem went on grabbing him by his neck.
"Your tongue has lost the control nowadays." He said smacking his head."Nakul, don't mess with bharata bheem. He has won over jarasandh, don't risk you life."
"Buddhimaan ho vasudev! Iss murkh nakul ko thodi buddhi dedo.....batao isse kaise Maine apni inn bhujao se jarasandh ka vadh kiya hai."
Bheem praised himself with pride pushing nakul on the side as arjun supported him with uncontrollable laugh and smacking his head. Nakul made innocent faces.
"Bheem sit on your place. Nakul you too!" Yudhishthir ordered as he cleared his laugh. He ruffled his son's hair who was eating from the same plate as his. Draupadi eyed them both as she went on to serve him but he refused showing his hand without sharing any glances. She felt the action too hard to take as her face was saying it all and didn't go unnoticed by vrushali Or karan."Putra do you want anything more?" He asked gently to his son who shook his head later he helped him cleaning the hands and soon he ran with his elder brother to complete their play.
"Yudhishthir, what's the status now?"
"Everything is going on smoothly jyesth. Yuyutsu has gone to hastinapur inviting taatshree and pitamaha for the yagya, he has informed that they have no objections. And about the submission then it's almost done, few kings are taking step forward by themselves." He spoke as the four younger pandavas shared some weird looks. Duryodhan and not objecting them then it's a thing to think about.
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