Early in the morning, Nakul and Bheema found themselves wandering through the vast corridors of the palace, searching for the kitchen. The grand halls and numerous passageways only added to their confusion, and after what felt like an eternity of looking, they still hadn't found any sign of the kitchen. But just as they were about to give up, a sweet aroma wafted through the air, tickling their noses and leading them outside to a nearby grove of trees laden with ripe fruits.
Bheema's eyes lit up at the sight. "Nakul, look at those fruits! We may not have found the kitchen, but these will do just fine."
Without hesitation, Bheema reached up to pluck a fruit, but before his hand could make contact, an arrow zipped through the air, embedding itself in the tree and stopping him in his tracks. Startled, the brothers turned to see Dushasana standing with several other Kauravas, smug smiles on their faces.
Dushasana, his voice dripping with mockery, called out, "What do we have here? The forest-dwellers, lost and hungry, looking for food in our palace?"
Bheema, never one to back down, glared at them, his fists clenching in anger. Nakul, sensing the tension, took a step back but kept his eyes on the Kauravas. It was clear that a fight was brewing.
Before the situation could escalate, Yudhishthira appeared, with Arjun and Sahadeva close behind. Yudhishthira, always the peacemaker, quickly assessed the scene and stepped between his brothers and the Kauravas. "Bheema, leave them. I'll prepare the food for us."
But Dushasana, emboldened by the presence of his brothers, sneered. "Why prepare food when you can beg for it? Isn't that what your sanyasi father taught you? How to beg for alms like common mendicants?"
The insult struck deep, but before Yudhishthira could respond, a notification flashed before Shubham's eyes—an in-game task instructing him to take action. Feeling the surge of adrenaline, Shubham, as Arjun, decided to use his fists, a smile creeping onto his face. With a swift movement, Arjun knocked a fruit down with a single punch, while Bheema, fueled by his immense strength, shook the trees so vigorously that the Kaurava boys, who had been mocking them, lost their balance and fell.
The fight broke out in earnest, with the Pandavas and Kauravas clashing fiercely. Fists flew, and the grove echoed with the sounds of their struggle. Despite the chaos, Shubham found himself laughing, exhilarated by the sheer energy of the moment. It was surreal—here he was, in the middle of a legendary battle, living out a scene he had only ever read about.
Bheema, grinning widely, relished the brawl, while Nakul and Sahadeva skillfully dodged and parried the attacks. Yudhishthira, though reluctant, defended his brothers with determination, all the while trying to find a way to end the fight without further escalating tensions.
But for Shubham, this was more than just a fight—it was a realization of his new reality. The weight of what was happening, the clash between the cousins, the rivalry that was destined to shape their futures—it all felt overwhelming and exhilarating. As the laughter bubbled up from within him, it mingled with the battle cries of his brothers, marking the moment as the first true confrontation between the Pandavas and the Kauravas.
The fight eventually ended as the elders and guards intervened, pulling the boys apart. But the lines had been drawn, and the rivalry that had simmered beneath the surface was now out in the open. Shubham, still catching his breath, knew that this was only the beginning. The epic tale of Mahabharata was unfolding before his eyes, and he was right in the middle of it, living as Arjun, one of its central characters.