"I have heard tales of the King's fondness for game of dice. Gambling is his only vice. Await my signal, for when I defeat him in the depths of his being, you shall inherit all his possessions, even his beloved queen" Kali whispered to the conniving cousin.
Twelve years after their reunion, on an ordinary evening, Nal prepared for the customary sunset sermons. He lit the oil lamps while Damayanti collected the fragrant flowers from the royal orchid in a meticulously woven basket adorned with beads.
In the mundane routine, Nal, lost in muscle memory, overlooked the ritual ablution7 before beginning. He unintentionally omitted washing his feet before stepping into the sanctum. Although a minor oversight, it remained a transgression within the realm of virtue.
7 – A part of culture spread across several countries today of washing feet before entering a sacred room
"Seize the moment!" echoed the inner demons residing within Nal's heart, beckoning their master. Like a savage beast, Kali lunged out of the shadows, seizing the defenseless soul of the virtuous King Nal. Unbeknownst to Nal, his innermost being was no longer under his control. Almost immediately, a dark cloud began to form over the palace of where the King slept with his Queen.
In the depths of darkness, my demons reside,
They now befriend you, your soul shall be mine.
Your downfall commences, oh foolish King,
Who dared steal my desire, a sinful sting.
Your thoughts I control, your actions I claim,
For your gravest sin, insulting my name.
The Queen, once revered, won't reign for long,
Desolation and destitution shall sing their song.
The Kingdom shall mourn, a King it will lose,
As your grip on power begins to diffuse.
The Queen, torn apart, shall lose her sanity,
A tragic fate befalling her fragile humanity.
Indulge, virtuous King, in your vices so grand,
Let them consume you, bow down at their command.
Oh, how enticing they are, beckoning your fall,
In their embrace, your virtuous facade shall crumble and sprawl.
These whispers from Kali in his innermost heart sounded like an echo in Nal’s troubling mind. As the days passed, Nal grew increasingly withdrawn. The once-enduring charm that radiated from him dimmed, and his slumped shoulders bore the weight of an unseen burden. Damayanti, concerned deeply, sought answers and offered her support, but there was no visible wound to heal. Deep within, Nal heard a beckoning call from his inner soul. With a menacing sneer, Kali whispered a commanding order to his fallen prey, his voice dripping with malice. "Host a tournament of your beloved game of dice. Wager everything you possess. Indulge in your beloved vice. Gamble on! Now is the time, the time is now!". Gradually Nal fell to the call from his inner demons and a new, uncontrollable passion burned within his heart. Nal longed for a game of gamble. He was determined to go all in on the first table he’d take.
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