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## Fourth Chapter
His head, adorned with flowers, was like the peak of Trikuta mountain, always new, with a cascade of chamaras flowing from its sides. His broad chest, adorned with garlands, was like the playground of Lakshmi, a sea of virtues. His hands were like elephant trunks, his thighs like the quiver of Kamadeva, his hips like rubies, and his feet like lotus blossoms. It is futile to describe each of his limbs, for he surpasses all beautiful things in the world.
His beautiful wife, Manohara, was like the victorious arrow of Manobhava, her beauty captivating all. She was like a vine adorned with flowers of laughter, dear to her husband, a follower of Jainism, and a bringer of fame.
Their son, Mahabala, was born under a fortunate star. His birth brought joy to all his brothers, like a lump of sugar to a group of friends. He possessed natural qualities: skill in the arts, bravery, generosity, intelligence, forgiveness, compassion, patience, truthfulness, and purity. His body and virtues grew in mutual rivalry, each striving to surpass the other. This rivalry is common among those who live together, for similarity in action breeds competition.