How can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings?
Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth?
How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it eve...
A/N: Some pictures might not agree with the exact incidents happening in the story. I apologize in advance for that.
Yuvraj Duryodhan had given up his right to throw the dice, instead, he gave that power to Gandhar Raj. Knowing very well that Shakuni was notorious as the master of chausar;Dharmraj still agreed to play with him.
The dice being used were made up of Subal's bones. Shakuni called them "Bhagya ki dasiyan" because they always gave him his desired numbers.
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Subal, the previous ruler of Gandhar had taken a vengeful promise from his son while dying; and Shakuni was ready to give it all for him.
One by one, Samrat began losing his vast treasury, horses, grand chariots, maids, expensive jewelry, gems, far-fetched decorations, velvet garments, extensive lands, and villages.
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Panchali's heart started to sink while listening to a dasi informing her about the happenings of the dyut sabha.
But there was only so much she could do. It was totally up to Yudhishthir, whether to leave the game or continue playing and losing. She paced up and down the room, thinking about what was going to happen next.
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Duryodhan and Shakuni rejoiced, while the rest of the pandavs squirmed in their seats anxiously.
"I stake Indraprasth now." Hewas blinded by desire. Loud gasps sprang out of the mouths of the courtiers as the bold decision emerged out of Dharmputra. "What are you saying, jyeshth?!!" Yuvraj Bheem leapt upon his feet, but was silenced by his elder brother who held his hand up at him. "Throw the die, mamashree." Shakuni stole a glimpse from his nephew, who looked at him with stern orbs. Rolling the six-sided dominoes in his palms, he played his turn. "PAU BARAH!"
