In a damp, dark room of the Junagarh palace, Shilajit and his daughter Sushila were plotting an ultimate conspiracy. Shilajit took a small glass vial from his bag and handed it to Sushila, whispering, "Take this poison. Mix it into the Maharaja's fruit juice tomorrow morning. Once it enters his belly, he won't see the afternoon. As soon as the old King is gone, Junagarh will be in our grasp." Sushila let out a diabolical grin and said, "Alright Father, everything will be finished by tomorrow morning." But they had no idea that Arohi, alias Snigdha, was watching everything from the shadows. The next morning, while Arohi was working in the kitchen, she saw Sushila creeping like a thief toward the Maharaja's glass of fruit juice. Just as she was about to pour the poison, Arohi made a clattering sound with some utensils. Frightened, Sushila pulled her hand back and looked around. In those few seconds of opportunity, Arohi replaced the poisoned juice with plain water mixed with fruit juice provided by the magic mirror's touch. Sushila didn't even realize the poison was gone; she thought the deed was done. The Maharaja drank the juice with satisfaction, while Sushila and Shilajit peeked from behind the window, waiting for him to lose consciousness and collapse. But even after an hour or two, the Maharaja was walking about perfectly fine, leaving Shilajit scratching his head in confusion.
The following morning, when it was time for the royal court to assemble, Shilajit and Sushila entered a secluded room and locked the door. Sushila could no longer contain herself; she thought her father had cheated her with fake poison. In the darkness of the room, Sushila lunged at Shilajit, grabbing his collar and hissing, "Why didn't your poison work, you old devil? Did you give me fake poison? The Maharaja is getting ready to sit on the throne!" Terrified, Shilajit whispered, "Speak softly, Sushila! Everyone will hear! I gave you pure poison!" Losing all sense of reason in her rage, Sushila grabbed a fistful of Shilajit's hair and gave it a violent yank. She began screaming like a madwoman, "Nothing you do works! You came and ruined everything! My 'Nagin Dance' was better than this. When I was thumping my chest as a gorilla or roaring like a lion, at least people were scared. And after drinking your poison, the old King has become even stronger!" Groaning in pain, Shilajit cried out, "Ah! Let go! It hurts! I am your biological father—why are you pulling my hair?" Saying this, he also took a swipe at Sushila's hand. In a fit of fury, Sushila gave his hair an even harder shake and snapped, "What father? You are incompetent! I feel like giving you a few solid slaps right now. I don't care about 'Father' anymore!" Enraged, Shilajit also grabbed a fistful of Sushila's hair.
At that moment, hearing the loud screams and the sound of a scuffle from inside the room, the Maharaja, Aditya, the Queen Mother, and Arohi (disguised as Snigdha), along with the guards, rushed to the door. They thought perhaps a thief had broken in or some great danger had occurred. When they all pushed open the door and entered, they saw by the light of the room that the father and daughter were swinging each other by the hair and screaming. They were nearly tearing each other's clothes off; Sushila was pulling Shilajit's beard, and Shilajit was shaking Sushila's head back and forth. Aditya shouted, "What is this, Subarnalata? Why are you engaged in such a foul brawl, pulling your own father's hair?" Sushila and Shilajit then stopped their huffing and puffed, glaring at each other with burning eyes. Panting, Sushila told Aditya, "Beloved, Father was disrespecting me, so I could no longer remain still." Shilajit, somehow managing his beard, said, "No Maharaja, Sushila just got a bit overexcited." But no one in the royal court knew the truth—that this civil war had broken out because the poison had failed. Only Arohi stood to one side, smirking and thinking, "Fight, fight more! This scene of you pulling each other's hair is truly delightful today. You think you will survive? This fight is only the beginning." The Maharaja said in a tone of annoyance, "End this scene! Guards, separate them! I never want to see such uncivilized behavior in the Junagarh palace again." Shilajit and Sushila separated, huffing and puffing, but both their faces bore the marks of extreme humiliation.
After the hair-pulling episode in the royal court ended, and the palace became a bit quiet in the evening, Sushila's real rampage began. Aditya was sitting in his room applying a cold compress to his forehead because his head was aching after witnessing Sushila's screaming and her beard-pulling match with Shilajit. Just then, the loud sound of a drum (dhak) came from the balcony. As Aditya and the Queen Mother rushed outside, they saw that Sushila had tucked up her expensive silk saree above her knees and tied it like a lungi. With a red towel tied around her head like a turban, she was standing among the guards, clapping her hands.
Suddenly, Sushila leaped into the middle of the courtyard and began her famous 'Lungi Dance,' swaying her hips. She started shouting to the rhythm of the song, "So what if the poison didn't work? I am still here! Today, I will do the Lungi Dance on the soil of Junagarh!" She was holding up her lungi with her left hand while making strange snake-charmer gestures with her right. Shilajit, standing in a corner stroking his torn hair, slapped his own forehead and said, "Child, at least stop now! Whatever dignity was left, you've already distributed it through hair-pulling this morning!"
But Sushila listened to no one! She snatched a spear from a guard's hand and began dancing, twirling it like a staff. While dancing, she went up to Aditya, lifted her lungi (saree) even higher, and said, "Beloved! Are you jealous of my dance? Come, let's both do the Lungi Dance today!" In fear and shame, Aditya covered his face with both hands. The Queen Mother was nearly in a state of fainting upon seeing this; she began to say, "O God! Is this my daughter-in-law or some circus joker? Someone stop her!"
Just then, Arohi (Snigdha) was passing by with the little princess Prabhasha. Seeing Sushila's lungi-clad avatar and her bizarre dance, Arohi could no longer hold back her laughter. She giggled and thought to herself, "Bravo, Sushila! Hair-pulling in the morning and Lungi Dance in the evening—you've turned the Junagarh palace into a folk theatre stage! Seeing this form of yours, even the God of Death would flee in terror!" In the frenzy of her dance, Sushila took a spin and fell right on top of Shilajit. Poor Shilajit, unable to bear Sushila's weight, fell face-first onto the grass. Sushila sat right on Shilajit's back, raised her hands, and let out a piercing scream, "Lungi Dance! Lungi Dance!" The servants of the palace were dying of laughter, hiding their faces, while Sushila thought she had conquered the world.