Drumasena - Dushasanas Son and Abhimanyus Killer

Dadi: "Guddu, tonight I'm going to tell you one of the most powerful stories in the Mahabharata. It's about betrayal, humiliation, and divine protection."

Guddu: "Is this the dice game story?"

Dadi: "Yes. The one that led to the great war. It begins with jealousy."

Duryodhana, eldest of the Kauravas, was consumed with hatred for his Pandava cousins. After Yudhishthira became a great king, Duryodhana and his uncle Shakuni devised a wicked plan.

Guddu: "The gambling match?"

Dadi: "They knew Yudhishthira couldn't refuse a challenge to dice. It was considered cowardly. Shakuni had magical dice that rolled however he wanted. They invited Yudhishthira to a "friendly game.""

Guddu: "It was a trap!"

Dadi: "From the first roll. Yudhishthira lost his wealth. Then his kingdom. Then his brothers. Then himself - becoming a slave. And in a moment of terrible desperation..."

Guddu: "He bet Draupadi."

Dadi: "He wagered his wife. And lost."

The entire assembly - Bhishma, Drona, the greatest warriors and wisest men - sat silent.

Guddu: "Nobody stopped him?!"

Dadi: "Nobody. Duryodhana immediately sent his brother Dushasana to bring Draupadi. She was in her private chambers, not properly dressed. Dushasana dragged her by her hair into the full court."

Guddu: "That's horrible!"

Dadi: "Draupadi asked one question that stumped everyone: "If Yudhishthira had already lost himself - making himself a slave - how could he bet me? A slave cannot own property!""

The elders couldn't answer. The legal point was valid. But they said nothing.

Guddu: "They were cowards."

Dadi: "Duryodhana mocked her. He slapped his thigh and invited her to sit on his lap. Bhima - her husband - took a terrible vow right there: "I will break that thigh.""

Then Duryodhana commanded Dushasana: "Strip her of her clothes. She is now our slave."

Guddu: "In front of everyone?!"

Dadi: "As Dushasana grabbed her garment and began pulling, Draupadi looked at her husbands. Bound by their word, they couldn't help. She looked at the elders. Silence."

In that moment of absolute helplessness, Draupadi raised both hands above her head - letting go of her own clothes - and cried out to Krishna: "Govinda! Protect my honor!"

Guddu: "And Krishna was far away in Dwaraka!"

Dadi: "Distance doesn't matter when faith is absolute. As Dushasana pulled at her garment, something miraculous happened. The cloth never ended. He pulled and pulled - yards and yards of fabric appeared. Celestial flowers rained from the sky."

Guddu: "The cloth became infinite?"

Dadi: "Dushasana pulled until he collapsed from exhaustion, surrounded by mountains of cloth. Draupadi stood clothed, her dignity intact."

Guddu: "Krishna saved her even from so far away!"

Dadi: "When she finally let go of trying to save herself, when she surrendered completely, divine protection came instantly."

Guddu: "What happened after?"

Dadi: "The blind king Dhritarashtra, fearing divine punishment, gave Draupadi boons. She asked for her husbands' freedom. The game was supposed to be void... but Duryodhana convinced his father to have one more game. The Pandavas lost again and went into 13 years of exile."

But the real consequence? This incident sealed the fate of the Kauravas. By humiliating Draupadi, they earned divine wrath. Every elder who stayed silent during her disgrace would die in the war that followed.

Guddu: "Even Bhishma?"

Dadi: "Even Bhishma. His silence here gave Krishna justification for the unconventional methods used to kill him."

Guddu: "What's the lesson, Dadi?"

Dadi: "Many lessons. About the danger of addiction. About how silence in the face of injustice makes you complicit. And most importantly - when all human help fails, when you're truly helpless, complete surrender to the divine brings protection that nothing else can."

Guddu: "Draupadi didn't give up. She let go and trusted."

Dadi: "That's the difference, beta. She didn't give up - she gave over. To something bigger than herself. And that something responded."