Neev (excited):
 Hey Mythical Masala crew! Welcome back to Mythical Masala with Neev, where we mix ancient Indian epics with a pinch of drama, a dash of humor, and a whole lot of storytelling fun.

Co-host:
 Last time was epic! Wrestling matches, divine guests, the Sudarshan Chakra — and Yudhishthira crowned Emperor after the legendary Rajasuya Yagna!

Neev:
 Yup! The Pandavas were glowing. Krishna was honored. The gods were impressed.

Co-host (mock dramatic):
 And Duryodhana was… not okay.

Neev (laughing):
 Yeah. This episode is where things take a dark turn.

You see, not everyone left Indraprastha happy. Especially not Duryodhana, who got a first-hand tour of the magical palace — and walked straight into… humiliation.

Co-host:
 Glass floors, optical illusions, hidden water — I mean, can you blame the guy?

Neev:
 Okay, yes. But also… he really didn’t take it well.

Today’s episode is all about what happens after the party ends. When jealousy creeps in, when wounded pride turns into dangerous ideas — and when someone like Shakuni whispers, “Hey… I have a plan.”

Neev:
 So buckle up. The celebration is over.
 Now comes the plotting, the dice… and a game that will change everything.

Neev (narrating):
 The Rajasuya Yagna had ended.
 The kings were honored, the sages blessed, the guests dazzled. Everyone left Indraprastha full of joy, amazed at the Pandavas’ greatness.

Everyone… except one.

Co-host (sly):
 Uh-oh. Someone didn’t have a good time.

Neev:
 That’s right.
 Duryodhana’s heart wasn’t full — it was burning. With envy. With anger. With a whole shopping list of bad vibes.

He had once given the Pandavas a patch of dry, useless land — hoping they’d fail. But now? That barren land had become Indraprastha, the most beautiful city in the world.

The palace gleamed. The throne glittered. And there sat Yudhishthira — calm, regal, radiant like a demigod. Surrounded by his powerful brothers and the stunning Draupadi, who Duryodhana still hadn’t gotten over not marrying.

Co-host (mock whisper):
 Oof. That’s a bruise to the ego.

Neev:
 And then — Krishna.
 Not just attending. But sitting front and center in the court, shining like a god, with queens and attendants that made the whole place feel like heaven itself.

After the guests left, Duryodhana stayed behind with his sneaky uncle Shakuni.
 He wandered the palace in a daze — admiring the gardens, the gold, the grandeur… and secretly hating every second of it.

Then came the moment that would haunt him forever.

He stepped into the assembly hall — the one built by Mayasura, master of illusions. The walls shimmered like mirrors. The floor sparkled like a lake.

Co-host (confused):
 Wait… was it a floor or a pond?

Neev (laughing):
 That’s the thing! It looked like water — but it wasn’t. Duryodhana saw what looked like a pool in the middle of the hall. So naturally… he lifted his robe like a grandma at the beach and tiptoed forward.

Only… his foot hit the hard floor with a big, embarrassing CLUNK.

There was no water.

Just smooth, polished crystal.

He had been fooled — completely.

Co-host (grinning):
 So he thought he was about to go swimming… but really, he just looked silly.

Neev:
 He quickly dropped his robe and glanced around, hoping no one had seen. 

Neev (narrating):
 Duryodhana kept walking through the magical palace.
 His pride bruised from that embarrassing misstep in the hall earlier, he told himself — it’s fine, I’ll just keep going, act confident, nothing can surprise me now.

Co-host (teasing):
 Famous last words.

Neev:
 Ahead of him lay a second illusion. A beautiful courtyard, decorated with crystal lotus flowers that shimmered in the light.

Duryodhana saw the smooth, glistening surface and thought:
 "Aha! This one’s not water. I’m not falling for it again."

So, chest puffed out, head high… he strode forward confidently.

And — SPLASH!

Yup.
 This time… it was water.
And now he was soaked from head to toe — hair dripping, silk robes clinging, jeweled crown tilted awkwardly to one side.

Co-host (giggling):
 So basically: dunked like a donut.

Neev:
 The moment was just too much.

From the balconies, Krishna’s wives burst into laughter. Even Draupadi couldn’t hold it in. She laughed out loud and said something that would stick like a thorn in Duryodhana’s heart forever.

(mocking tone)
 "The blind son of a blind father!"

Co-host (shocked):
 Whoa. That’s… harsh.

Neev:
 It was.
 Yudhishthira, embarrassed, tried to silence them with a look. But it was too late.
 Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula, and Sahadeva had already joined in.
 The great warriors of the Kuru dynasty… were now just rolling with laughter.

And poor Duryodhana?

He slipped away, soaked, humiliated, and silently fuming.

But the palace wasn’t done with him yet.

• He lifted his clothes to cross a floor — but it was dry.
• He walked into a wall, thinking it was a door.
• He tried to open a door… but it was already open — and he fell!

Every step was a new embarrassment.
 Every laugh… a dagger.

Co-host (quietly):
 Okay but… was it really that big a deal?

Neev (serious):
 To Duryodhana? It was everything.
 He could feel pain. He just couldn’t stand anyone else laughing at him — especially the cousins he already resented.

And when he finally left the palace, the echo of that laughter… followed him.

In his heart, something dark had begun to grow.

Revenge.

Not just against Draupadi.
 Not just against Bhima.
 But against all the Pandavas.

Co-host:
 And let me guess… Shakuni was right there, fanning the flames?

Neev:
 You better believe it.

Neev (narrating):
 After the grand Rajasuya Yagna, as the guests were leaving, one wise figure stayed back just a little longer — Sage Vyasa.

He approached Yudhishthira, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and said:

"The future holds trouble. Be prepared."

Co-host (nervous):
 Yikes. That sounds… ominous.

Neev:
 Yudhishthira, always noble, nodded with humility. He made a quiet promise to himself — to treat all his relatives with respect, no matter what. To be polite. To give no reason for hatred.

Co-host:
 That’s… kind of sweet?

Neev:
 Sweet, yes. But also? It would come back to haunt him.

You see, far away from all this calm and courtesy… another conversation was happening. One full of poison.

Duryodhana, red with humiliation, couldn’t forget what happened in Indraprastha.

And by his side?

His uncle Shakuni — sharp-eyed, smooth-talking, and very, very dangerous.

Co-host:
 Wait — remind me, who is Shakuni again?

Neev:
 Shakuni was the brother of Queen Gandhari — Duryodhana’s mother. He came from the kingdom of Gandhara, and while his sister had blinded herself to share in her husband’s darkness…

Shakuni saw everything — especially how much Duryodhana hated the Pandavas.

Neev (sly tone):
 And when he heard Duryodhana say,
 "I want them gone. I want Indraprastha back."

Shakuni didn’t shout.
 He didn’t threaten war.
 He just… smiled.

Co-host:
 Uh-oh. That’s never good.

Neev:
 He leaned in close and whispered something so sneaky… so smart… that Duryodhana's eyes lit up.

“Invite them to play dice.”
 “Let me roll.”

Because you see — Shakuni had special dice. Dice that always obeyed him.
 And Yudhishthira, while honest and noble, wasn’t exactly a champion gamer.

Co-host:
 So… they’re going to cheat their way into stealing a kingdom?

Neev:
 Yup. That was the plan. No armies. No bloodshed. Just dice.

Neev (narrating):
 So who was this mysterious uncle who could control dice, whisper like a snake, and outthink a whole kingdom?

Time to rewind…
 To a story darker than most people know.

Neev:
 Long ago, in the kingdom of Gandhara, there lived a princess named Gandhari — the sister of Shakuni. Before she married Dhritarashtra, something strange had happened.

It had been predicted that her first husband would die.

So — according to ancient customs — she was symbolically married… to a goat.

Co-host (confused):
 Wait, wait — a goat?

Neev (nodding):
 Yup. A real goat. That way, the curse would fall on the goat, not on her real husband.

Co-host:
 Weird… but kind of clever?

Neev:
 Maybe. But Dhritarashtra didn’t think so.

When he found out, he was furious. He felt tricked, humiliated. So what did he do?

He threw King Subala — Gandhari’s father — and all her brothers into prison. That included the youngest of them all: Shakuni.

Now, Subala was old. His sons were weak. But they came up with a plan.

Neev (softly):
 Every day, they gave most of their food to one person — little Shakuni.

Co-host (quietly):
 So he could survive… and get revenge.

Neev:
 Exactly. Subala told Shakuni:

"You must live. You must remember this injustice. And one day… you must destroy the Kuru dynasty from within."

And before he died, Subala made one last request:

He asked Shakuni to carve dice from his own backbone — the bones of a dying king.

These were no ordinary dice.
 They were enchanted.
 They would roll any number Shakuni wanted.

Co-host (wide-eyed):
 Wait… dice made from his dad’s spine?! That’s both epic and creepy.

Neev:
 Yup. And with those cursed dice, Shakuni was finally freed. He smiled, bowed, and told Dhritarashtra he would be a wise and loyal advisor to his sons.

But in his heart?

He had only one mission:
 To destroy the family that had humiliated his own.

Neev (narrating):
 With the plan set, Duryodhana had just one final step.

He had to convince his father, Dhritarashtra.

But… that wasn’t very hard.

Co-host:
 Let me guess — "No, my son, this isn’t right."
 "Okay fine, do whatever you want."

Neev (laughing):
 Exactly!

See, Dhritarashtra loved his son. So much that he turned a blind eye to all of Duryodhana’s flaws — literally and figuratively. He would speak like a wise king at first, say things like “we must think carefully,” or “let’s ask for advice…”

But in the end? He always said yes.

So when Duryodhana and Shakuni revealed their clever, no-bloodshed plan — to win Indraprastha by dice instead of swords — Dhritarashtra agreed.

He did say, “Let’s consult Vidura,” the wise and loyal minister.
 But Vidura saw straight through it. He knew this was a trap. He knew this wasn’t honorable.

Co-host:
 So he said no?

Neev:
 He tried. But in the end, a king’s word is law.

Dhritarashtra gave the order.
 The hall was prepared.
 The dice were ready.

And Vidura… was sent to invite Yudhishthira to Hastinapura.

Now here’s the thing:
 Yudhishthira knew.
 He knew this was a trick.
 He could see it clearly — just like Vidura did.

But he was a Kshatriya — a warrior.
 And warriors do not refuse challenges.

So with a heavy heart, Yudhishthira agreed. He began making arrangements to travel to Hastinapura… where everything would soon change.

Co-host (softly):
 So this wasn’t just a game. It was a test of dharma… and a trap waiting to be sprung.

Neev:
 Exactly.
 Because sometimes… the greatest enemy is not someone outside you.
 It’s the storm inside — greed, jealousy, pride.

And Duryodhana?
 He had all three — and now, a rigged game to go with it.

Neev (thoughtful):
 Phew… what a journey.

We started with laughs in a magical hall…
 and ended with dice carved from bones.

Co-host:
 And somewhere in between?
 Jealousy, trickery, and a king who couldn’t say no to his son.

Neev:
 Exactly. It’s wild how one moment — one embarrassment — can grow into something so big… that it puts an entire kingdom at risk.

But that’s what makes these stories so powerful, right?

They’re not just about warriors and weapons —
 they’re about choices, and what happens when we let anger or pride make those choices for us.

Neev:
 Thanks for listening, Masala Crew! Whether you're on a car ride, doing homework, or just curled up with headphones, we love having you on this adventure.

We’ll see you next time — same epic stories, same spicy masala — right here on Mythical Masala with Neev.

Co-host:
 Until then… roll wisely. 😉