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After the group hug, they all sat down again in a circle, with Bheem devouring the food brought by Nakul. The air was lighter, but the looming task ahead still lingered in everyone's mind. As Bheem ate, Nisha broke the silence.

“Bhrata Yudhishthir,” she began thoughtfully, “Mujhe Bhrata Bheem ke bahubal pe koi sandeh nahi, parantu jab ye Bakasur ka vadh karenge tab gaon walon ko avashya hi sandeh hoga ki hum sab Brahman nahi hain, aur Brahman ka roop dharan kar rahe hain. Issliye, jab Bhrata Bheem gaon walon se phal aur baaki bhojan samagri leke asur ke paas jayenge, tab hum chupke idhar se van ki aur prasthan karenge. Jab Bhrata Bheem Bakasur ko maar denge, tab woh bhi hamare paas aayenge, aur hum apni yatra phir se prarambh karenge.”

(Translation: "Brother Yudhishthir, I have no doubt about Brother Bheem’s strength, but when he kills Bakasur, the villagers will surely suspect that we are not Brahmins and are only in disguise. Therefore, when Brother Bheem goes to the demon with the fruits and other food, we will quietly leave for the forest. Once Brother Bheem has slain the demon, he will join us, and we will resume our journey.")

Everyone nodded, understanding the gravity of her plan, but Bheem, still chewing, added with a grin, “Parantu, Nisha, main yadi bhojan ki samagri leke jaunga, to mujhse raha nahi jayega, aur main hi sab kuch kha lunga!”

(Translation: "But Nisha, if I take the food with me, I won’t be able to resist, and I’ll end up eating it all myself!")

The others burst into laughter at Bheem’s honest remark. Nisha smiled and replied, “Nischint hokar khalena, Bharatashree.”

(Translation: "Eat without worry, Brother!")

Once Bheem had finished eating, his exhaustion overtook him, and he immediately fell asleep. The others quietly retreated inside, where Mata Kunti waited for them so they could have their meal. The Brahmin family had already gone to bed, their faces still etched with worry.

Kunti, her eyes soft with maternal care, gestured for Nisha to sit with the Pandavas. “Baith jao, beta,” she said gently, “main tum sab ko khana parosungi.”

(Translation: "Sit, my child, I will serve you all.")

As Nisha sat down, she observed how Mata Kunti served each of her sons. She gave a small portion to Yudhishthir, even less to Arjun, and even less to Nakul. Sahadev received a bit more than the others, though it was still very little. It was clear—Bheem had consumed the largest share. Who could have imagined that the princes of the most powerful kingdom in Aryavart would one day suffer like this, where there wasn’t enough food to go around? Rajmata kunti who used to organise bhandaras (free food) for millions of people now unable to serve enough food to her own children.

When Nisha’s turn came, she too received a small portion. Finally, Mata Kunti served herself only a handful of rice, barely enough to fill her palm. As Kunti got up to fetch water, Nisha discreetly took some rice from her own plate and placed it back in the pot. The other brothers noticed and followed suit, adding small portions back so that their mother could have a decent meal.

Once everyone had eaten, they quietly left to sleep. Only Nisha remained behind, watching over Mata Kunti as she sat down to eat. When Nisha served her the rice, Kunti paused. She noticed the amount was far more than what she had set aside for herself.

She looked up at Nisha with teary eyes, her voice trembling as she began to sob softly, trying not to disturb the others. “Kisi ne socha tha, putri, ki Aryavart jese bade rajya ki rajmata ke paas apne putron ko parosne ke liye muthi bhar ann bhi nahi hoga?”

(Translation: "Did anyone ever imagine, my daughter, that the queen mother of a great kingdom like Aryavart would not have even a handful of grain to feed her sons?")

Nisha’s heart ached. She reached out and pulled Kunti into a comforting embrace, silently offering her strength. As Kunti sobbed quietly, Nisha caressed her back, soothing her as she ate the meal that her children had so selflessly given up for her.

In that moment, Nisha realized the depth of their sacrifices—silent, unseen, yet bound by an unbreakable love and mutual affection.

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The next evening, the villagers provided Bheem with a cart loaded with food supplies to take to the dreaded Bakasur. Bheem took blessings from mata kunti, Yudhisthir and some village elders, his powerful hands gripping the cart's handles as he began the journey towards the forest. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of what he had to do resting heavily on his broad shoulders, but Bheem strode confidently, his heart set on eliminating the demon.

As soon as he reached the mouth of the cave where Bakasur lived, the smell of the food tempted him. Unable to resist, Bheem started eating from the cart, tearing into the fruits and grains. His hunger, always legendary, was momentarily satisfied. As he polished off a portion, a loud burp echoed through the forest, causing birds to flutter away in alarm.

The sound drew Bakasur out of his cave. The evil giant demon, towering and menacing, looked at Bheem and laughed, his voice a deep, guttural rumble. “Wah! Gaon walon ne itna hatakata vyakti bheja hai mere liye.”

(Translation: "Wow! The villagers have sent such a strong man for me!")

Bheem stood tall, wiping his mouth casually as he nodded, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination. “Vyakti nahi, Bakasur. Tera kaal bheja hai.”

(Translation: "Not a man, Bakasur. Your death has been sent.")

With that, Bheem leaped toward the demon, launching himself with a roar of defiance. The two forces collided with a thunderous crash, shaking the very ground beneath them. Bakasur swung his massive fists, aiming for Bheem, but Bheem's agility was unmatched. He dodged the blows and countered with his own, using his bare hands, his sheer strength shaking Bakasur to the core.

Bakasur, though massive, was no match for Bheem's ferocity. With every punch, Bheem drove the demon backward, finally lifting him off the ground and slamming him with such force that the earth trembled. Bakasur roared in pain, but it was too late—Bheem had already delivered the final blow, crushing the demon’s skull with his powerful hands. Bakasur let out one last ear-piercing scream, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

Meanwhile, back in the village, Nisha, Kunti, and the other Pandavas quietly began their departure. Their footsteps were soft, To avoid any attention towards them. As they walked deeper into the forest, a sudden, loud roar pierced the silence. It was a cry of agony, a sound that chilled mata kunti for a moment. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

“Lagta hai Bakasur ka ant ho gaya,” Yudhishthir said quietly, his face resolute. (Translation: "It seems the end of Bakasur has come.")

The others nodded in agreement, their hearts swelling with pride for their brother. They knew Bheem had completed his mission. Deciding to wait for him, they paused in a clearing a little further from the village, watching the forest's dark edges.

After some time, Bheem emerged from the shadows, his face lit with a victorious smile. He approached them, his chest still heaving from the battle, but there was a lightness in his step. Without a word, his brothers understood—Bakasur was no more.

They exchanged smiles, proud and relieved, before continuing on their journey. They had no specific destination, but they moved forward together, ready for whatever came next.

Back in the village, the roar had drawn the villagers out of their homes. Tentatively, they approached the demon’s cave, finding Bakasur's gigantic body lying lifeless on the ground. Their fear was replaced by immense relief and joy. Shouts of gratitude and praise filled the air, thanking the gods for delivering them from the demon's reign of terror.

The villagers, realizing that their saviors had left, searched for the Pandavas, Kunti, and Nisha. They looked through the village but found no trace of them. With gratitude in their hearts, they silently thanked the ultimate the supreme godhead Shri Vishnu and their unknown heroes, praying for their well-being.

Gathering at the village temple, they performed a special puja for the Pandavas, Kunti, and Nisha. The Brahmin family, who gave shelter to the Pandavas for so long, organized the rituals. Together, the villagers offered their prayers for the safety and success of the ones who had freed them from the terror of Bakasur, hoping that wherever they were, they were safe and blessed.

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