Chutki laughed. Kalia puffed his chest. And Bheem? He just asked for more laddoos.
Jaggu picked him up and put him in a small cage. "Don’t worry, Mr. Lizard. I’ll feed you flies."
Back in Dholakpur, Bheem held the nectar high. Mayavi Gorgan laughed. "Too late, boy! The sun is rising. The spell is permanent now!" chhota bheem mayavi gorgan
Raju started crying. Jaggu’s tail curled in fright.
Gorgan screamed. The golden light touched his shadow-cloak, and he began to shrink—smaller and smaller—until he became a tiny, grumpy lizard. "You turned me into this?!" he squeaked. Chutki laughed
But Bheem said, "These are tricks. Close your eyes and hold hands."
In the lush green land of Dholakpur, everything was peaceful. The sun shone brightly over the palace, children played by the Yamuna, and Bheem, the brave young hero, was enjoying a plate of laddoos from Bheem’s Halwai. He just asked for more laddoos
They crossed the lake by trusting each other.
But Bheem stepped forward. "We will not let you win, Gorgan. We will bring the nectar."