A thick, shimmering fog wrapped itself around the ancient Peepul tree, making it glow softly under the silver moonlight. Vikram stood beneath its branches, the air crackling with magic, and he felt something extraordinary was about to unfold. Perched on his shoulder was Betaal, the wise spirit with a twinkle in his eye. Tonight, however, Betaal was quiet, as if pondering a great mystery.
Suddenly, with a voice like a gentle breeze, Betaal spoke, “Tonight, Vikram, I have a riddle for you. It will be both simple and very tricky!” Vikram’s heart raced with excitement. What riddle could it be?
Long ago, in a faraway kingdom, there was a kind and noble king loved by everyone. One day, a mysterious sage appeared in the palace, his eyes sparkling like stars. He told the king, “You are wonderful, but you have one tiny flaw.” The whole courtyard fell silent, and everyone held their breath. “What is it?” the king asked, his voice steady.
As whispers echoed around him, the king raised his hand. Minutes felt like forever as he thought deeply. Then, the air crackled again as Betaal thundered, “Now, Vikram, here’s my final riddle! What must a just king always be willing to ask?”
Shadows danced around Vikram, and he took a deep breath. “Am I wrong?” he declared. The moment hung in the air, shimmering like a star. Betaal paused, then softly said, “You have answered correctly.”
As the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, Vikram stood under the Peepul tree, a smile spreading across his face. He had come seeking wisdom, but now he understood that true greatness comes from being open to learning and listening to others. With a heart full of understanding, he stepped forward, ready to lead with kindness and curiosity.