From the illustrious Yadava lineage, Kamasena, Prasena, Mahasena, and Madhupa were born one after another, and the Yadavas continued their noble heritage. In the midst of their assembly, Narakesari, who was a portion of Krishna himself, entered with dignity. With a noble heart, he presented to the king a letter written by Malana. After partaking in many wonderful dishes alongside the Yadavas, Narakesari’s sister, filled with loving eagerness but weighed down by sorrow, spoke to him. At twenty years of age, Narakesari had been forgotten by his father and mother. Yet, he declared with conviction, “Today my birth is fulfilled, and my life also is fulfilled.” With a cheerful heart, he responded to his sister with humility. Her sorrow began to trouble the king, and day by day he grew fearful and anxious. The powerful king besieged Narakesari’s city. In pursuit of victory, they journeyed again to the island of Siṃhala. Out of great affection for his sister, Narakesari and his companions became her attendants, and she, overwhelmed by love, settled them in her own house. In the assembly of King Vīrasena, Narakesari was honored by the king himself. All the wicked flatterers of the king were expelled, and the royal treasury was plundered by those of humble birth but immense strength. Once subdued, they all took residence in the city called Śirīṣa. Narakesari prepared to depart, taking with him the swing of Candrāvalī. Upon hearing this, King Vīrasena realized the true cause and spoke, “O son, bind him indeed.” Candrāvalī, aware of the situation, offered her food. Enraged, Kāmasena seized a cane staff and, grabbing Narakesari by the arms, made ready to bind him, ordering his sons to assist. A great battle erupted in the midst of the army—a terrible, hair-raising fight that raged day and night. Udaya, a hero of immense strength, slew a hundred thousand mighty warriors. Seeing their army defeated, the seven sons, strong and valiant, rallied. The hero, mounted on Bindula, placed elephant seats upon the ground. King Vīrasena, devoted to the worship of the Sun, heard of these events. With his weapon and his ally Kṛṣṇāṃśa, he fell unconscious upon the ground. Vīrasena then bound Narakesari and released his sons and daughter-in-law. Enraged, the heroes turned toward Kṛṣṇāṃśa. Considering the king a great trickster, the king declared, “Bind your sister’s beloved and quickly release your own kinsman.” Swiftly, they marched to the city, besieging it with force and anger, wielding the Saurama weapon, prepared for burning. When the weapon was readied, Brahmānanda, a mighty warrior, rejoiced. Witnessing this, the king became fearful and sought refuge in him. With cunning words, Brahmānanda said, “O king, my kinsman has been harmed by you; therefore, give me your son, joined with your sister, O ruler.” Hearing this, the king, humble in mind, consented. Thus, Vīrasena gave his son and Candrāvalī. Brahmānanda, powerful and accompanied by Kṛṣṇāṃśa, stood victorious. Malana, seeing her son at last, trembled, overwhelmed with love.