When the people walk away, the throne feels empty.
As Yudhishthir leads the Pandavas toward Khandavprastha, a wave of citizens follow, leaving behind the power and luxury of Hastinapur to walk beside dharma and justice.
Watching the mass exodus, Duryodhan burns with envy. “How can they choose Yudhishthir over me?” he fumes. But Shakuni, ever the schemer, calms him with a venomous whisper — “Let them build Khandavprastha... and when it flourishes, we’ll take it back.”
A kingdom of righteousness is born, while the seeds of betrayal are already sown.
