In the early light of dawn, the training grounds of Hastinapur come alive with the clang of weapons and the grunts of exertion. The five young Pandavas, their faces determined and focused, practice their skills with swords, bows, and spears.

From a distance, Duryodhan watches with envy as the Pandavas showcase their prowess, his own inadequacies glaring in comparison. Beside him, Dushashan stood apprehensively, to him it felt as if the Pandavas were preparing for a war, instead of doing warm-ups.

Standing silently behind the envious Duryodhan and nervous Dushashan was the cunning Shakuni. His calculating gaze fixed upon the Pandavas, lost in contemplation as he assessed each one of them.

"Mamashree...." Duryodhan turned to his uncle, "Ab toh nagar mei bhi Pandavo ki prashansa hone lagi hai. Shigreh koi upaaye bataye jisse mai Bheem ka vadh kar saku."

Shakuni's mind raced as he pondered over his failed attempts to defeat Bheem in the past. The realization that he had underestimated Bheem struck him like lightning.

"Bheem ko sabse adhik kya pasand hai ?" Shakuni asked.

"Mal-yudh. Gada-yudh." Dushashan said.

"Bhojan." Duryodhan said.

"Hmm... Bhojan..." As the gears in Shakuni's mind turned, a sinister idea began to take shape. A plan that could finally rid Duryodhan of his biggest obstacle.

Duryodhan said, "Hum sabhi Rajkumaro mei se uska ahaar sabse adhik hai. Khaane se pehle woh kuch sochta nahi hai, sidhe tut padta hai."

Slowly, a sly smile crept onto Shakuni's face as he saw an opportunity to exploit Bheem's weakness.

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The warm afternoon sun casted a golden hue over the lush gardens of the Mathura palace. The scent of jasmine and rose filled the air, as peacocks strutted around displaying their magnificent plumage.

Amidst the peaceful greens, Satyashree once again found himself in a bit of a predicament as he clung onto a towering tree trunk with all his might. Because his spirited cousin, Subhadra, had decided it was time for some playtime.

"Chalo na Satya !" Subhadra coaxed, tugging unto his arms.

Satyashree stubbornly held his ground, cheeks puffed in resistance, "Nahi ! Nahi ! Nahi !"

Subhadra's eyes sparkle with mischief as she tries to win him over, her curls bouncing with each tug. Satyashree's chubby cheeks were flushed as he held onto the tree with surprising strength for his age, his face scrunched up in determination.

But determined to have her way, Subhadra yanked him off the tree with surprising strength, causing him to let out a startled cry. Before Satyashree could protest, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the game she had set up nearby. The young prince stumbled along behind his cousin. Subhadra swiftly led him to a colorful mat, over which a basket of vibrant flowers.

She forces him to sit, his tiny face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. Satyashree's eyes dart back and forth, trying to figure out a way to escape. He attempts to stand up, his small hands pushing against the ground. With a determined look, Subhadra gently but firmly presses him back down onto the mat. He lets out a small whine of protest, his lips quivering in defiance.

Undeterred, Subhadra picks up the flowers one by one and delicately starts placing them over Satyashree's head. His little face scrunches up in annoyance as he folds his hands. She giggles at his expression, her laughter echoing through the garden.

Satyashree huffs in frustration, tiny brows furrowed in a scowl as he tries to bat away the flowers with an irritated expression. His cheeks puff out in protest, but Subhadra continues to adorn his head with colorful blooms, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she enjoys her game.

Subhadra giggles mischievously as she shows her cousin his reflection in the mirror. Satyashree gasps in dismay as he sees his entire head covered in a colorful array of flowers. His eyes widen in shock, and he lets out a loud cry of surprise. With a swift motion, he starts shaking his head vigorously, causing a cascade of flowers to rain down around him. He even starts plucking the flowers out of his hair one by one, his tiny hands working quickly to free himself from the floral entanglement.

Subhadra bursts into laughter at the sight of her cousin's flower-covered head, finding his reaction utterly amusing. With narrowed eyes, Satyashree casts a sharp look at Subhadra, clearly displeased with her impromptu flower adornment.

Subhadra, sensing his disapproval, tries to stifle a giggle but fails, "Ek sushil kanya ke bhaati sundar lag rahe ho."

However the comment only made him whine even more in embarrassment. Just then, Krishna, Balram, and Satyaki arrive at the scene and witness the amusing sight of Satyashree covered in flowers, trying to untangle himself from Subhadra's playful antics.

"Bhrata !" As Satyashree catches sight of his elder brother, Satyaki, he immediately abandons Subhadra's flower-filled escapade and wobbles towards Satyaki, seeking refuge.

With clumsy steps and arms outstretched, Satyashree stumbles towards Satyaki, looking like a tiny bouquet in distress. Satyaki, unable to contain his laughter, scoops up Satyashree, who clings to him like a lifeline. With each step, more flowers cascade down around them, creating a trail of petals.

Satyaki playfully flicks away the remaining blooms from Satyashree's face, revealing his disgruntled expression underneath, "Arrey re.... Kya kardiya tumhare saath..." He chuckled.

"Bhadra... ne kiya...." Satyashree complained with a frown.

Balram, observing the scene with a knowing smile, exchanges a proud look with Subhadra. He nods in acknowledgement of her spirited nature and her ability to handle the incarnation of Shreeshaktiswar with such gusto. Krishna, trying to maintain his composure, suppressed a laugh.

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A/N

Ah poor Satyashree 😂

This is what happens when you're the youngest of your generation 🤣🤣🤣