In the bustling city of Gajasaharya, the sun climbed high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vibrant streets. The Kauravas and Pandavas made their way to the waterfront for a day of water games, their laughter filling the air. As they arrived at the Pramankoti, the Pandavas were struck with awe at its grandeur.

The house made of cotton and wool stood just above the glistening waterline. The sons of Pandu were spellbound by the Pramankoti, which seemed to hold every object of desire for teenage boys. Intricately designed, it sparkled in the sunlight, inviting exploration. Duryodhan, with a sly smile, watched as the Pandavas looked around.

"Atyant sundar nirmaan hai yeh, Duryodhan." Bheem said.

Duryodhan chuckled, "Tum sabke liye hi hai."

The Pandavas couldn't help but smile, but little did they know that Duryodhan's sweetness concealed a darker motive. Behind the facade of grandeur and hospitality lay a malicious intent, waiting to ensnare the unsuspecting Pandavas. Yuyutsu, however, looked at his brother with suspicion. He noticed the malicious glint in Duryodhan's eyes, sensing that something was amiss beneath the extravagant display.

"Ab hume jal-krida hetu prasthan karna chahiye." Duryodhan suggested.

The Pandavas, caught up in the excitement of the moment, agreed. As the group walked outside, the sparkling waters of the river beckoned them to join in the fun. The Pandavas and Kauravas wasted no time and plunged into the refreshing waters, their laughter echoing across the riverbanks.

Nakul and Sahadev, with mischievous grins, teamed up to splash water at Yudhishthir, who laughed as he tried to evade their watery onslaught. Arjun, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but chuckle at the lighthearted fun. However, his amusement was short-lived as Yudhishthir retaliated by splashing a handful of water directly at Arjun's face.

"Jyesht !" Arjun's surprise was evident, his laughter turning into a sputtering protest as he wiped the water from his eyes. The joyous laughter echoed through the air as the boys let go of their worries for a moment, completely immersed in the simple pleasure of playing in the water.

Amidst the fun and laughter, Bheem unleashed a powerful splash of water towards the Kauravas. The force of his splash was so strong that it seemed like a tsunami had hit them. The Kauravas coughed and sputtered, struggling to stay afloat, their irritation clear on their faces.

Annoyance flickered in their eyes as they shot accusing glances at Bheem, who stood there grinning playfully. They snap their heads at Duryodhan, who gestured for them to remain composed, hiding his own annoyance beneath a facade of friendliness.

Dushashan, with a scowl, approached Duryodhan, and in a hushed tone asked, "Kab tak mitrata ka dikhawa karna padega ?"

Duryodhan whispered, "Kuch din ruk jaao, Anuj..... Iss sthaan par hi iska mrityukaand likha jaayega."
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A few days had passed since the princes had arrived in Gajasaharya. In the morning they'd go out for water sporting, and play various games together. And when the day would be over, the exhausted princes would dress themselves in fresh garments, wear ornaments and quickly eat. The tired boys would often rest in the Pramankoti.

On this particularly hot day, they decided to play a vigorous game of catch. Bheem, known for his strength and agility, threw himself into the game with unmatched enthusiasm. And soon his exhaustion became palpable, his chest heaving with each labored breath as sweat dripped down his brow. He had done excessive exercise today and hasn't gotten a moment of rest.

"Mai jal pi ke ata hu !" Bheem said.

"Thehero !" Duryodhan intervened, and approached with a gem-studded bottle, offering it to Bheem with a sly smile, Yeh lo."

"Kya hai yeh ?" Bheem asked.

Duryodhan replied, "Falo ka ras hai. Ise piyo."

Innocently accepting the drink, Bheem's parched throat welcomed the sweet liquid. The juice provided instant relief, and Bheem rejoined the game with renewed vigor. 

However, as time passed, the effects of the juice began to take hold. For it wasn't any ordinary fruit extract, but an intoxicating drink. Gradually, Bheem's movements became sluggish, his once energetic demeanor giving way to visible signs of exhaustion. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to keep up with the pace of the game. His muscles, usually bulging with strength, now felt like lead weights dragging him down. The sun beat down mercilessly, intensifying his fatigue.

Despite his best efforts to push through the intoxicating haze, Bheem's strength waned, and he found himself gasping for air, his head spinning from the potent drink. With a weary sigh, he paused, his hand clutching his temple.

"Kya huya Bheem ?" Yudhishthir, noticing Bheem's condition, inquired with concern., "Tum thik toh ho ?"

Bheem, struggling to keep his eyes open, said "Ha.... Bas... Nidra aa rahi hai..."

Yudhishthir kept a hand on his brother's shoulders, and advised, "Lagta hai tum bahut thak gaye ho aaj. Koi baat nahi, Pramankoti mei jaa vishram karo."

Bheem agreed and left the game, his steps unsteady. As he staggered away, Duryodhan's eyes gleamed with a wicked satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips. His plan was unfolding perfectly.

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A/N

Although I am in the favour of gentle parenting, but kabhi kabhi mere dil mei khayal ata hai ki all Duryodhan needed was a good slap, and Mahabharat could have been avoided~

But again this one is Kali-purush~