"Tumhare karan gend nadi mei gir gaya Nakul !"

Frustration crept over the Kauravas, and their irritation boiled over as they pointed accusatory fingers at Nakul. His throw had sailed through the air, but Dushashan fumbled, and the ball slipped from his grasp, rolling towards the nearby river.

"Tumhare karan khel bigad gaya !" Duryodhan bellowed, his face contorted in anger.

Nakul, usually calm and composed, stood his ground, "Gend Dushashan ke haatho se chhuta toh meri galti kaise ?" he retorted, his voice firm and unwavering.

"Mujh par aarop lagaoge ?!" Dushashan's face contorts with rage as he shoves Nakul forcefully, sending him crashing to the ground. Nakul's cheeks burn with embarrassment as the Kauravas erupt in mocking laughter, reveling in his humiliation.

Just then, a thunderous presence cuts through the laughter.

"DUSHASHAN !" Bheem, his eyes blazing with fury, strides forward with purpose. The ground seems to shake beneath his feet as he closes in on the Kauravas.

With lightning speed, he seized Dushashan by the head, effortlessly flinging him to the ground. The impact echoed through the royal grounds as Bheem's powerful kick landed squarely on Dushashan. As Dushashan lay sprawled, his eyes met Nakul's mocking laughter.

"AISA DUSSAHAS !" Duryodhan, incensed by Bheem's actions, moved to retaliate, only to be met with a swift and powerful kick to his thigh. The force of Bheem's blow sent Duryodhan crashing to the ground, his pained expression mirroring his defeat.

Bheem knelt down beside Duryodhan and Dushashan, "Keval ek gend hi toh nadi mei giri thi. Isme itna krodh kyu karna ?" He said calmly.

With a firm grip, Bheem then lifted Duryodhan and Dushashan by their arms, making them stand up despite their defiant glares.

The rest of the Kauravas watched in animosity towards Bheem. Some trembled at his strength, while others seethed with disdain for his bold actions. Each glance directed at Bheem was filled with a mix of fear, hatred, and resentment.
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In the royal grounds of Gajasahrya, as the evening descended, the hunger of the Kauravas and Pandavas grew. The lush greenery beckoned with tantalizing fruits hanging from the trees.

The Kauravas devised various strategies to outsmart the tall trees and claim the fruits. Some tried to boost each other up, while others attempted to fashion makeshift ladders with branches. Yet, each effort was met with laughter and failure.

"Aise nahi hoga." Arjun said, "Ped ki uchayi bahut hai, aap sab nahi chadh sakte."

"Toh tum chadh jaao." Durdharsh said mockingly, "Tumhare liye toh saral hoga, vanvaasi."

Arjun's expression darkened at the insult but he remained composed. Instead of engaging in verbal sparring, he knelt down and picked up a stone. He then skillfully aimed it at a high branch. With a precise throw, the stone struck its target, causing a cascade of ripe fruits to tumble down to the ground.

The envious Kauravas looked at Arjun with a mix of shock and wounded pride as the fruits fell from the tree with a thud. Their egos bruised by Arjun's resourcefulness, they couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy towards the Pandava prince. Arjun stood there calmly, his eyes reflecting a quiet confidence that seemed to irk the Kauravas even more.

"Awashyakta nahi ki fal todne hetu ped par chadhna pade." Arjun smiled, "Kintu mujhe nahi lagta aap sabhi ke liye itne kam fal paryaapt honge."

The Kauravas exchanged uneasy glances, their competitive spirits stung by Arjun's effortless display of skill.

"Sabke liye aur fal chahiye." Sahadev said.

Yudhishthir nodded, "Bheem ko bulao."

Nakul nodded and swiftly sought out Bheem for assistance. Moments later, Bheem arrived with a confident stride, exuding strength and determination.

"Aapne bulaya Jyesht ?" Bheem asked his elder brother.

Yudhishthir smilingly nodded, "Ha. Apne bal ka prayog kar, inn falo ko gira do."

"Jaisi aapki aagya." Bheem obeyed.

With a determined look, he walked up to the tree while the Kauravas watched apprehensively. Confidently, Bheem raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to the tree trunk, causing it to tremble. With another forceful kick, the tree began to give way. Then, with a swift movement, he grabbed hold of its trunk with his massive arms and ripped it off the ground effortlessly.

The Kauravas' faces twisted with fear as they witnessed Bheem's incredible strength. As Bheem threw the tree on the ground, some let out screams of shock, others instinctively backed away, realizing the sheer power that the second Pandava possessed. The sight of the mighty tree being torn down by Bheem's raw force left them fear struck and intimidated.

"Ab jitne fal khaane hai, utne khaao." Bheem chuckled.

Duryodhan, feeling a surge of anger and malevolence, took a deep breath as he struggled to maintain control. The Pandavas had always excelled over them, since the day they had arrived. Whether it was in running fast, in hitting targets, in eating or in raising dust. Bheem in particular had defeated them all. Alone and with the least effort, he had oppressed the 100 brothers, or atleast that's what Duryodhan deemed it to be. Because in fights, speed and martial exercises, they were never able to get the better of Bheem in any competition, and thus all had begun to hate the second Pandava.

"Duryodhan ?" Bheem offered him a fruit as a gesture of peace.

"Mujhe nahi chahiye." Duryodhan coldly refused, turning his back and walking away. Bheem, perplexed by Duryodhan's behavior, simply shrugged, accustomed to the hostility between them.

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A/N

To all those who think Bheem bullied Kauravas -

Bheem never had any hatred, rivalry or ill intentions towards them. The Kauravas were petty since childhood.

And if you think Bheem was still rough with them.... Well he was.... But have you seen boys in a playground ? Ek dusre ko maare pite bina khel nahi hota unka~