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There is an aura of mystique surrounding you, an energy unlike any other.

Your feet seem to transcend earthly bounds, as if floating above the ground.

Your attire exudes a celestial essence, as if woven from the fabric of the heavens.

Your complexion remains immaculate, untouched by any blemish or flaw.

And atop your heads, radiant crowns of golden luminescence adorn you.

Please tell me, who are you? Are you the Guardians of Life,

Or perhaps the kings of the legends lost in the tapestry of time?"

Nal inquired with humble devotion. Pleased by the prince's eulogy, the higher beings introduced themselves briefly, saying,

"We are the Four lords. The Paradise is our abode.

We caught a glimpse of the princess.

Since that moment itself, she has won us over

We have surrendered to her.

And descended to the earth.

We shall challenge every king and every lord

to win the heart of the only woman we desire.

I am Indra, the ruler of the Paradise,

and these are my friends preside over the realms of

Fire, Wind and Life .

Be our messenger; be our voice.

Send our words of love to the Queen of our hearts

Tell her she may happily choose any one of us four.

We all desire only her.

She can test us as she pleases.

No mortal could match our feats."

As Indra's words reverberated through the air, Nal’s spirit shattered like a delicate glass vase being crushed by a Himalayan peak, each shard piercing through the next. His very essence fragmented into innumerable, insignificant pieces, torn apart by the weight of his disbelief. He began to speak in a trembling voice a plead for mercy,

"I beg you as your devotee,

spare me from this torment,

this incomprehensible transgression.

My heart belongs solely to Damayanti;

In my thoughts, I have wed only her.

My love is untainted, as you surely comprehend.

I beg you as your devotee,

spare me from this torment,

do not compel me to betray my unwavering devotion

My heart belongs solely to Damayanti"

Yet, amidst his words, he recognized the undeniable truth, for honesty had always guided his righteous existence, flowing through him like the currents of a steadfast river. In the face of righteousness, the power of love dimmed. Nal was reminded of the first words he had spoken to the four celestial lords. "I stand before you as your devoted servant. How may I serve you?”. Truth, his mightiest sword along the path of righteousness, prevailed in every word that he spoke. He took a few moments to gather his wits and senses. Though his mind remained numb and his vision obscured, he humbly accepted to the divine decree.