“I
have never seen as beautiful woman as her.” said the sevak with his
folded hands.
There
was a glint of happiness in the eyes of Raja Roop as he moved his
fingers across his long flowing beard. The King had heard of the
beauty of Nagarvadhu of Vidisha for a very long time. He was too
eager to meet her. He had spent days sitting quietly on his jewel
studded throne and imagining the beauty of Nagarvadhu.
Had
the Nagarvadhu been his subject, he could have had access to her as
and when he wished. But she stayed in a different state. That too in
an enemy state. The King thought of visiting her in disguise. He had
sent his sevak to do the reccee.
Accordingly the sevak was back with all the information which the King had sought.
“Your
Majesty, they say that Nagarvadhu of Vidisha Kundandevi is replica of
the Apsaras of the heaven. Rather she is more beautiful than the
Apsaras. Legend has it that even the Gods from the heaven step upon
the earth and disguise themselves only to spend some quality time
with her.”
“Your
Majesty she has glow of thousands of moons and her voice puts the
strings of Sarangi to shame. Her eyes are deeper than the oceans and
her gait is princely and seductive. She holds a very strong political
position as well. She chooses her clients.”
The
more Raja Roop heard about her the more he was intrigued. He had
achieved all the objects which he had thought off. He could not sleep
until he had the darshan of the divine beauty by name Kundan.
Finally
on one full moon day the King disguised himself as a cloth merchant
and swayed towards Vidisha on his horse along with his coterie
members of which too were disguising themselves as merchants.
The
Kings heart was throbbing in anticipation of a meeting with the
celestial beauty. The King had an eye for beauty and he liked to lay
his hands of all that was beautiful. As he rode on the horse, his
beard swayed with every wave. The King stopped at the outskirts of
the Vidisha. He watched his countenance in the golden mirror. The
beam of moonlight which fell on his face, made him look even more
handsome. He had inherited the skin tone of his mother and the
masculine features of his father. No wonders he was one of the most
handsome men living on the planet. He was sure no woman would say him
no. He adjusted his clothes and ornaments and applied a dab of
saffron powder across his face. His sevaks smeared his clothes with
the most expensive scents.
The
palace of the Nagarvadhu was illuminated. It was no less than any
Kings palace. At the gates the guards frisked them before allowing
them entry inside. The palace bathed in golden light of the torches
adding mystery to the setting.
Nagarvadhu's
secretary welcomed the King and she asked for the purpose of his
visit. The King introduced himself as a cloth merchant and placed the
sack of goldcoins in front of the secretary.
“I
am sorry Sir. The nagarvadhu can not escort you.”
“Why?
If these are less I can bring more money.” Said the King who was
obviously hurt.
“Sorry
Sir. Money is not the case. Devi Kundan detests bearded men. She only
entertains the guests who are clean shaven. You are most welcome
clean shaved.” Said the secretary with folded hands.
Thus
the King lost an opportunity to date the most beautiful women because
of the facial fuzz that he sported.
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