Kurukshetra

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Abhimanyu, my son…

…I have lost you forever.

It feels like it was only yesterday that…

…I was rocking you to sleep in this cradle.

Subhadra.

Huh?

So many great soldiers, warriors, commanders,

yet none of them could breach the Chakravyuh?

You sent my Abhimanyu in there to fight alone?!

They are not at fault, Arjun. This is my fault.

No, brother.

You all are at fault. Each one of you!

Could a single one of you not ride with Abhimanyu into the Chakravyuh? Huh?

He put his trust in all of you.

And each one of you betrayed his trust!

Madhav, you…

Are you not a God?

Then why could you not save your own nephew, huh?

I understand your grief, Subhadra.

They are not answerable only to you. They need to answer my questions as well.

We are seeking answers ourselves, Panchali.

What was it that stopped us from moving forward?

Like an unbreakable wall.

Do not speak in riddles, Brother.

Just tell me in clear and simple words,

who was it who killed my Abhimanyu?

The Kauravs sacrificed all that is right

so they could kill your unarmed Abhimanyu, Subhadra.

But who killed him?

It was not one person.

Dushasan. Susharma.

- Lakshman. - Kritavarma.

Ashwatthama.

Kripacharya.

- Dronacharya. - Shakuni.

And the final blows were by Dushasan's son, Durmasen,

and Karn!

But the entire conspiracy rested on one man,

who foiled each and every attempt we made to break into the Chakravyuh.

The King of Sindhu, Jayadrath!

Jayadrath?

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- Mother. - Draupadi!

Mother.

Here.

Jayadrath.

Humiliation and revenge …

Both wounds leave a mark that never heals.

- Not for a lifetime. -

That's why, even after so many years,

neither had Draupadi forgotten her humiliation,

nor Jayadrath, his thirst for revenge.

Ah. Uh!

Ah…

KURUKSHETRA

- King of Sindhu! -

- King of Sindhu! - Enough, enough.

My lord.

I am sad today.

Very sad.

That is because my nephew,

Duryodhan's son, Lakshman, is no more.

But I am very happy too.

Because today is a day of victory,

for which I have spent years and years waiting and…

performed the hardest, most severe penance there is.

Because what did we win today?

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The Pandavs' defeat!

- King of Sindhu! -

The slaughter of Abhimanyu!

You are great, King of Sindhu.

You single-handedly defeated all of the five Pandavs in one stroke!

- Hmm. -

No, I am not great, Kotikasya.

Great is that goddess,

the sight of whose beauty has made me invincible.

Which goddess, King Jayadrath?

Hmm…

Phew!

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Where is Panchali?

Is Panchali awake?

You should be asking, if Panchali slept at all.

She was awake all night and mumbling to herself.

I think we need to speak to Panchali.

She hasn't even eaten anything.

Huh? What? Me?

I'm not going to talk to her.

Have you seen how angry she gets?

What if she devours me in anger?

- You talk to her, Brother Yudhishthir. - Yes, yes.

Why don't you put your fate at stake?

We all know you're so good at gambling with everyone's fate.

What on earth are you saying, Brother Bheem?

O noble Yudhishthir,

what does your dharm say now?

- Hmm? Do you accept your defeat? -

I would like to play one last hand.

Really? And what if you lose?

- Thirteen years of exile. -

But what will you stake for it, noble Prince?

Your wealth, property or kingdom, you've gambled them all away.

So now, what else is left?

Huh?

There is something left, dear uncle.

His most prized jewel is still in his possession.

- His sweet Panchali! -

So why not stake her, Yudhishthir?

Panchali, we are going into the forest.

Do you need anything?

- - A queen with five husbands

now turned into a maid because of your game of chance.

What else can you give me, Your Highness?

The anger burning inside you will take time to fade.

I understand, Panchali.

But don't punish yourself by staying hungry.

What purpose would that serve? Hmm?

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Let's go.

Hmm…

A beauty on earth as if she came directly from the heavens.

Her golden skin, like the sun setting in the ocean.

- My, my, my! - Her form, like a lotus in the desert.

- Imagine that! - Her eyes so beautiful

that they rob you of all your sleep.

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- Kotikasya. - Hmm?

Go. Talk to her.

But King Jayadrath, I'm married.

Not for yourself, you fool! Go to her for me.

But you are also married, King Jayadrath. And so is she.

- Are her husbands here? - Uh, they are not.

And Dushala, my wife?

- She's not here either. - Then go, you fool!

And talk to her.

And yes, not for yourself.

For me. Go.

Gathering all the courage that he could muster,

Kotikasya stepped forward

and addressed that divine beauty in the forest.

- And? And then? - Then what?

I just stood there tongue-tied.

Hmm?

Watch out, stranger!

Stay right where you are.

Any closer and you will regret it.

- Hmm! Talk to her! Go on! -

I will regret it even if I stay away, my lady.

Do you not know who I am?

I'm King Drupad's daughter. Wife of the Pandavs, Panchali.

Yes,

and I am Kotikasya,

the great King of Sindhu,