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It was an early winter in Nidabani, southwest Jhalpharezi. It was a city, known for its tourism, with its beaches right on the Bay of Bengal. Nidabani was Jhalpharezi's jewel. So thought the Indian kingdom's ruler, King Bihari Raj. He sat on a large reclined chair, almost laying down under the late afternoon sun. At his side was a small table, full of drinks and snacks. Most of them were unopened, except for one bottle of wine and a fluted glass half-empty to its side.
An umbrella shielded the King from the sun, although it was only about 70 degrees. He wore lightweight, loose fitting clothing which blew in the wind, forming ripples across the billowy material.
This part of the beach was closed off. In the distance, police trucks were parked along a stone boardwalk with their lights flashing. A look in either direction would also show a few officers spread out over the beach, looking down two hundred meters away in the King's direction. This section of beach was designed to be closed off, with several exit points now choked off by officers.
A man dressed in a white shirt and tan shorts approached the lounging King. "Your majesty, the first vehicles are arriving".
"Good, good.. Prepare their segment of beach as they wish", said King Bihari Rai. There was to be a major conference tomorrow, but today, he was showcasing his tourism industry to the outsiders.
There was a wide assortment of small tables and lounge chairs. There were towels and even bathing suits of many different sizes, just in case anybody forgot something.
The King grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the small table by his side and stood slowly, feeling the wind rush against his thin shirt and pants. He turned to look back towards the closest entry to the beach, which was relatively close.





