Undaunted in his efforts, Vikraman went up the tree again, brought down the hanging body to the ground, and carried it on his shoulders to the funeral grounds. Inside the body, the Vedalam (ghost) addressed Vikraman, saying, "King! I don't understand why you roam in the middle of the night in the terrifying forest. King Yasodharan suffered from a curse inflicted by a Gandharva with no connection at all. Let me tell you the Gandharvan's story."

King Yasodharan of Rishadhapuri ruled his country with the welfare of the people in his mind. However, the fierce forest animals at the edge of the kingdom often entered the villages and caused trouble to the villagers. Considering hunting them down, one day he, along with his soldiers, entered the forest.

While Yasodharan was hunting, a Gandharva man and woman descended on the top of a nearby hill to take rest. Amaran, the Gandharva, loved the Gandharvi Sarmila. Amaran addressed Sarmila, saying, "Sarmila! Look at the natural beauty below us. But none can surpass your beauty."

She did not pay any attention to him, only enjoying watching King Yasodharan chase the animals. Jealousy burned in his heart, and he said to her, "Being entranced by your beauty, I am painting you, while you are enjoying the beauty of a mere man. See what I will do to him." He cast a curse on Yasodharan.

Immediately, Yasodharan became a dwarf, shocking and surprising him. A rabbit running by him dashed into him and made him do somersaults. Gandharva Amaran laughed violently and said to Sarmila, "Did you see him? His condition is pathetic."

Sarmila cried, "What have you done? I only enjoyed seeing him fly like the wind on his horse, but I was not taken by his beauty. Are you that jealous?" Soon she took off into the sky, and Amaran, to propitiate her, soon followed her.

At that moment, a fierce wind blew, lifting the foot-tall king into the air. Afflicted by fear, Yasodharan caught hold of the parrot's tail feathers during its flight. The parrot was the pet of Princess Ragaladha from the neighboring kingdom. When the princess was playing ball with her companions, she saw the strange sight of a foot-tall man holding onto the parrot's tail.

Ragaladha had never seen a foot-tall man with a pea-size crown and mustard-seed-size eyes before. She stared at him without blinking her eyes, and her companions shouted, "What a wonder!" Ragaladha caught Yasodharan in her palm and, seeing him move, said, "Aha! It looks like a living doll."

Yasodharan saw her up close and was taken by her beauty. He decided that if he ever married, she would be the one.

Yasodharan, now the diminutive king in the palm of Ragaladha, said, "Rajakumari! I don't even know how I got this form and size. I am the hero of heroes! Someday, I will regain my own form and size."

The princess's companions made fun of him, saying, "This foot-tall man talks big from his lofty height." Ragaladha shushed them.

The princess decided to keep the diminutive king in the harem and spent time with him every day in secret. Ragaladha was skilled at drawing forms and figures, and she imagined how tall and handsome Yasodharan would be if he were like everybody else. She drew his form.

After she completed the drawing, Yasodharan saw it from behind and said, "Ragaladha, one day, I will change into your depiction in your drawing. The other day, I wanted to tell you, but I say it now. I am in love with you. When I attain my own form and size, I will marry you." Hearing this, Ragaladha covered her face in modesty.