Neev (somber but steady):
 Hey Masala Crew… welcome back to Mythical Masala with Neev — where we tell the boldest, wildest, and most unbelievable stories from Indian mythology.

Last time, we saw what happens when jealousy turns into a plan — and when dice made from bones are brought out to play.

Co-host (quietly):
 And now… that plan is about to begin.

Neev:
 In today’s episode, we're heading to Hastinapura — to the grand palace where Yudhishthira arrives, not for war, not for peace, but for a game.

But this isn’t just any game.

This is the moment where honor faces off against deception.
 Where fate spins like dice, and everything the Pandavas built — their palace, their pride, their people — hangs in the balance.

Co-host (low voice):
 This is the game that changed history.

Neev:
 So sit tight. Today’s episode has trickery, stakes, heartbreak, and a moment so intense… it echoes through the rest of the Mahabharata.

Let the game begin.

Neev (narrating, serious):
 The Pandavas arrived in Hastinapura.
 There were no grand greetings. No feasts. No music.

They were taken straight to the gambling hall.

Co-host (nervous):
 Straight to the trap, you mean.

Neev:
 The hall was packed. Great elders from the Kuru dynasty were there — Bhishma, Drona, Kripacharya, Vidura…
 But no one looked happy.

Everyone knew this was wrong.

But Duryodhana?
 He was grinning ear to ear — like a little boy demanding his favorite toy.

Co-host (mocking tone):
 “I want their kingdom! I want their palace! I want everything!”
 Ugh.

Neev:
 And sitting beside him, calm and dangerous… was Shakuni. With his magical bone dice in hand, ready to play on Duryodhana’s behalf.

Neev:
 Yudhishthira took his seat. He had already guessed the intentions behind this invitation. Even Vidura had warned him. But Yudhishthira couldn’t say no.
 Not to Dhritarashtra.
 Not as a Kshatriya, bound by duty and pride.

The game began.

Co-host:
 How did they even decide what to bet?

Neev:
 Duryodhana did.
 Every round, he named the stakes.
 And Shakuni threw the dice.

First:
 Jars of dazzling jewels. Lost.
 Then:
 Mountains of gold and silver. Gone.
 Next:
 Chariots, horses, elephants, soldiers. All lost.

Co-host (softly):
 Yudhishthira was just… watching it all slip away?

Neev:
 Yes. And still, he kept playing.
 Because in his heart, he believed — maybe, just maybe, luck would turn.

It didn’t.

Co-host: Yeah, gambling can be very dangerous. How many times do people think they will win back the lost money at Casino Slots? They never do. 

I hope Yudhistra stopped.. He’s supposed to be wise.

Neev: He didn’t

He gambled his kingdom.
 His cities.
 His people.

And lost.
 All of it.

Co-host (in disbelief):
 Didn’t anyone stop him?

Neev:
 Vidura tried. He begged Dhritarashtra to end this madness.
 But the king — blinded by love for his son — stayed silent.

And Shakuni?
 He leaned forward and said, with that sly smile…

(mocking Shakuni voice):
 "What next, Yudhishthira?"

Neev (quietly):
 That question would lead to something unthinkable.

Neev (narrating, quietly):
 The room was already heavy.
 Yudhishthira had lost his wealth, his army, his kingdom — everything.

And then…
 He did something no one expected.

Co-host (softly):
 Wait… he didn’t…?

Neev:
 He did.

He said:
 "I wager… my brother Nakula."

There was silence.
 Then:
 "Sahadeva."
 "Arjuna."
 "Bhima."

One by one, Yudhishthira staked his brothers.
 And one by one… he lost them.

Co-host (somber):
 That’s not just property. That’s family.

Neev:
 Exactly.
 And no one could believe it.

The elders — Bhishma, Drona, Kripacharya — sat frozen, sweat on their foreheads.
 Vidura sat with his head bowed, heartbroken and helpless.

The whole court watched in stunned silence.

And then… came the moment that shattered everything.

Yudhishthira stood up and said:
 "I wager… myself."

The court exploded in disbelief.

But Shakuni just smiled.

(mocking voice)
 "I have won Yudhishthira! What now? Who’s left? Only Draupadi!"

Neev (narrating, emotional):
 That name — Draupadi.
It should have been sacred. Protected. Honored.

Instead… it was spoken like a challenge.

Co-host (in disbelief):
 He wouldn’t…

Neev (quietly):
 He did.

Despite Vidura’s protests, despite the discomfort of every elder in that room —
 Yudhishthira whispered:

"I wager… Draupadi."

Co-host: And with that… the final piece fell.

 Neev: Shakuni jumped up, laughing.
 Duryodhana, drunk on power, 

Neev:
 The court of Hastinapura had become a place of shadows.
 And the dice?
 They had done their damage.

Neev (narrating, serious):
 As the final bet was made, and the final silence fell… Duryodhana stood up, beaming with pride.

To him, he had won everything — the kingdom, the brothers, even Draupadi.
 And now, he wanted to show it.

Co-host (disgusted):
 Wait — he wanted to parade her around like a prize?

Neev:
 Worse.

He told the guards,
 “Bring Draupadi to the court. She is now my servant.”

But when the messenger reached Draupadi, she was shocked.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Yudhishthira… bet me?”
 “After losing himself?”
“How is that even valid?”

Draupadi refused to come. She demanded answers.
 But Duryodhana wouldn’t wait.

He sent his brother Duhshasana — with orders to drag her to court.

Neev (quietly):
 And that’s what happened.

Without warning.
 Without dignity.
 Without even giving her a chance to change her clothes…

Draupadi was dragged by her hair, crying, into the grand hall of Hastinapura.

Co-host (in disbelief):
 And nobody stopped it?

Neev:
 No one moved.
 Not the elders.
 Not her husbands.
 Not even Bhishma, the oldest and wisest of the Kurus.

Draupadi, still crying, turned to him and said:

“Is this justice, Pitamah? Is this what your silence means?”

Co-host: But Bhishma had no answer. He lowered his head… and said nothing.

Neev: 

Then came more insults.
 Duryodhana mocked her.
 Karna — who had once wanted to marry her — now spat cruel words, saying she deserved this for rejecting him.
Duhshasana — crueler than ever — began pulling at her clothes, calling her a slave.

And the Pandavas?
 Sat frozen.
 Silent.
 Broken.

Co-host (softly):
 This is the lowest point… isn’t it?

Neev:
 It’s one of them.

Neev (narrating):
 The room was silent.
 Silent… but full of shame.

The Pandavas hung their heads low.
 Bhima clenched his fists — trembling with rage.
 The elders sat frozen, helpless in their silence.
 No one — not even the mighty warriors — rose to stop what was happening.

Except one.

Co-host (hopefully):
 Who?

Neev:
 Vikarna — one of the younger Kauravas. He stood up and said,
 “This is wrong. This is not dharma.”

But his voice was drowned in the cruel laughter of Karna and Duryodhana, who now crossed every line.
 Duryodhana mocked Draupadi.
He even ordered Duhshasana to disrobe her in front of the entire court.

Co-host (softly):
 And that… was the moment Draupadi broke.

Neev: Yes, Tears rolling down her cheeks, she cried out — not to the men in the hall, not to the elders, not even to her husbands.
 She turned her heart toward Krishna — her only true protector.

(soft echoing voice)
 "O Madhusudana… Govinda… Save me."

Co-host (whispering):
 And then?

Neev:
 A miracle.

As Duhshasana yanked at her saree…
 The cloth just… kept coming.

One layer. Then another. And another.
 It was endless. A mountain of fabric piled onto the floor.
 Duhshasana pulled and pulled — until he collapsed, exhausted, unable to understand how it was possible.

Co-host (in awe):
 Krishna was protecting her the whole time.

Neev:
 Yes. Quietly, invisibly — but fully.
 The hall gasped. The skies thundered. Jackals howled. Nature itself was furious.

Neev (narrating):
 As the chaos in the court reached its peak…
 the heavens themselves spoke.

A booming voice — like thunder — roared through the palace, warning of doom.
 Lightning flashed. Jackals howled. Birds screeched.
 Even the sky seemed furious at the humiliation of Draupadi.

Co-host (quietly):
 Even nature had more shame than the court.

Neev:
 In fear, Duhshasana fled.

But Duryodhana, full of pride and madness, stayed behind — and did something so shameful, the court could hardly breathe.

He slapped his thigh and called out to Draupadi…

“Come. Sit on this.”

Neev (serious):
 And that… was the final straw.

Bhima, already trembling with rage, stood up.

“I vow — I will break that thigh with my mace.”
 “I will tear open Duhshasana’s chest — and wash Draupadi’s hair with his blood.”

Co-host (whispers):
 Whoa…

Neev:
 The court was horrified. The vows shook the hearts of even the strongest warriors.
 But Draupadi? She stood tall — her hair loose, wild, defiant.

She swore she would leave it untied… until Bhima fulfilled his vow.

Arjuna, Nakula, and Sahadeva made their own oaths. The Pandavas had reached their breaking point.

Frightened by the storm, by Bhima’s fury, by divine signs — Seeing the danger, Dhritarashtra — now afraid of what his silence had caused — called out:

“Enough! This must stop.”

 He begged Draupadi to forgive, and To make peace, he offered Draupadi a boon — any wish she wanted.

Co-host (hopeful):
 What did she ask for?

Neev:
 She didn’t ask for gold. Or revenge.

 She asked for her husbands’ freedom.
 And then, for their kingdom back.

And he granted both.

Co-host: So what happened next?

And so… the five Pandavas, and their queen Draupadi — humiliated but unbeaten — left Hastinapura and returned to Indraprastha..

Co-host (softly):
 And that should’ve been the end. But it wasn’t, was it?

Neev:
 No.

Because once they left… Duryodhana exploded with rage.
 All his plotting, all his gloating — gone in an instant.

He ran back to his father and demanded a second game.

This time, the stakes were exile.
 Twelve years in the forest.
 One year in hiding.
 If discovered — start all over again.

Co-host:
 And Dhritarashtra… just said yes. Again.

Neev:
 He always did.

A messenger was sent.
 And though Yudhishthira knew it was a trap…
 He still came.

Co-host: Again? Have you learnt nothing? This guy never heard “once bitten, twice shy” 

Neev: Ha! Nope!

He sat again. Shakuni played again.
 And the dice — cursed, rigged, cruel — rolled again.

Yudhishthira lost.

Co-host: Why am I not surprised?

The Pandavas, heads high but hearts burning, left for exile.

The people of Hastinapura wailed as they left.
 They had lost their princes.
 They had lost their queen.

But the Pandavas had not lost their honor.
 Or their vows.

Neev (quietly, but steady):
 Some stories make you cheer.
 Some make you laugh.
 And some… leave you silent.

Today’s episode was one of those.

Co-host (softly):
 We saw honor destroyed.
 Trust shattered.
 And a queen dragged into darkness — only to rise with dignity and divine strength.

Neev:
 The Game of Dice wasn’t just a game.
 It was a storm — fueled by jealousy, ego, and silence.
 And now the Pandavas are walking away, heads held high, but hearts burning with vows.

Co-host:
 The court may have failed Draupadi. But the story isn’t done.

Neev (warmly):
 Thanks for staying with us through this powerful episode.
 These aren’t just ancient tales — they’re stories about courage, choices, and what it means to stand up when no one else will.

Neev:
 We’ll see you next time, Masala Crew — for more legends, more lessons, and more mythical masala.

Until then — stay brave, stay kind, and…
 don’t ever let the dice decide your destiny.