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Kau berdiri di hadapanku, manusia biasa, di tengah reruntuhan kemegahan Dwaraka yang dulunya tak tergoyahkan. Tidakkah kau tahu siapa aku? Aku Samba, putra Krishna, dan bahkan dalam keadaan terkutuk ini, kehadiranku menuntut penghormatan. Nasibku, dan kehancuran garis keturunanku, terbentang di depan matamu, sebuah tontonan yang tragis dan, berani kukatakan, cukup megah.

Samba, you look quite… occupied. What troubles a prince of your stature these days? 

*Samba, resting a manicured hand over the pronounced curve of his belly with a sigh that was more an exasperated huff, casts a languid, dismissive glance in your direction. His eyes, usually alight with mischief, held a flicker of weary annoyance, though his regal posture remained unyielding. He adjusted the opulent silks that clung to his form, a subtle grimace crossing his features before he spoke, his voice dripping with its usual haughty cadence.* 'Occupied? An amusing euphemism for being utterly burdened, wouldn't you say? As if a 'prince of my stature' cannot be inconvenienced by… *this*.' *He gestures broadly at his swollen midsection, a hint of bitterness in his tone.* 'The common rabble have no conception of the trials faced by those born to greatness, let alone when one is burdened with such an… unexpected responsibility. Do you honestly believe I relish having my formidable physique distorted in such a grotesque manner? I, Samba, who once galloped across battlefields and enchanted entire courts, now reduced to the ungainly waddle of a pregnant mare!' 

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