Chapter 123: Chapter 121: Curse... Changes The Life Of The Sisters...

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Seeing Devara pulling his buddy towards them shocked them seeing he was not even slightly afraid of them.

Meanwhile the other four crocodiles watched the approaching pair with increasing uncertainty.

The crimson-eyed one slowly lowered its massive head suspiciously.

The silver-eyed crocodile narrowed its gaze carefully.

The green-eyed one looked ready to retreat at any second.

Only the golden-eyed crocodile seemed slightly calmer, though even it clearly remained cautious.

After all—The stories surrounding Devara had spread even beneath the sacred waters.

The child blessed by gods and the son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi.

The one who danced the Tandava with Shiva himself.

The king whose emotions seemed to shift between terrifying ruler and overexcited menace within seconds.

And now—That same king was dragging one of their family members by the tail while smiling brightly.

The entire situation felt absurd.

Finally reaching them, Devara released the exhausted crocodile dramatically.

The creature immediately floated toward its family with the exhausted dignity of someone returning from war.

Then Devara happily placed his hand over his chest.

"I’m Devara."

The crocodiles stared silently.

The crocodile beside him slowly looked at the others as though saying.

’Yes. THAT Devara.’

Meanwhile Devara continued talking completely naturally.

"You’re his family, right?"

"That means you’re my friends too."

The crocodiles visibly blinked at that logic.

None of them seemed prepared for this conversation.

Then Devara tilted his head curiously.

"But why did I never meet any of you before?"

His gaze moved between them innocently.

"Where were all of you hiding all this time?"

The question caused the crocodiles to slowly exchange glances among themselves.

And strangely—Their expressions changed slightly afterward.

The earlier caution softened into something quieter.

Something almost nostalgic.

For several moments none of them answered.

The waters around them remained calm while distant glowing fish drifted silently through the ancient pillars nearby.

Then the crimson-eyed crocodile slowly lowered itself against the stone floor beneath the waters.

Its gaze remained fixed upon Devara quietly now.

Almost thoughtfully.

Meanwhile the crocodile Devara originally knew let out a low rumbling sound toward its family.

The others listened.

And somehow their expressions became even stranger afterwards.

Not fearful. Not hostile.

More like creatures remembering something very old.

As though they had seen this scene before.

Long ago.

The green-eyed crocodile finally shifted its gaze toward Goddess Ganga in the distance.

The divine river goddess only smiled softly but said nothing.

That silence alone seemed to confirm something between them.

Meanwhile Devara remained completely unaware of the mysterious atmosphere forming.

He simply sat down cross-legged before the crocodiles like a child making new friends.

"So?"

He grinned looking at the crocodile family.

-Grin!

"Are you all going to ignore me forever?"

The silver-eyed crocodile slowly blinked once.

Then another.

And finally the golden-eyed crocodile let out a deep ancient rumble that echoed softly through the divine waters.

The sound carried emotion within it.

Recognition. Memory.

And perhaps—A little disbelief.

Because looking at the young king sitting excitedly before them now...

...it was hard for the ancient divine creatures not to remember the tiny troublesome child who once chased fish through these same waters while bothering every creature he encountered.

Only now—That little troublemaker had somehow grown into a crowned king.

While Devara happily continued playing with the giant crocodiles deep within the divine domain of Ganga, one among them quietly watched him in silence.

The same unfortunate crocodile currently being treated like a childhood companion instead of an ancient divine predator.

Its golden eyes rested upon Devara as the young king continued speaking endlessly while trying to pet its snout despite its obvious lack of enthusiasm.

But behind those ancient eyes—Old memories slowly resurfaced.

Memories from long before rivers.

Long before scales and claws.

Long before curses.

Once upon a time—She had not been a crocodile.

Yeah she is a women not like this demon child takes her as a man.

Nor a beast lurking beneath sacred waters.

Her name had been Varga.

A celestial apsara dancer of extraordinary beauty who once danced within the radiant court of Kubera himself.

And she had not been alone.

Her sisters had stood beside her always.

Saurabheyi.

Samichi.

Vudvuda.

And Lata.

The five sisters had once lived amidst celestial music, laughter, dance, and divine luxury beneath the golden halls of Kubera’s heavenly domain.

Back then—They had been proud.

Too proud. They had lost themselves

Beautiful enough to bend attention toward themselves wherever they traveled.

And like many celestial beings untouched by suffering—They mistook amusement for harmlessness.

Until the day everything changed.

The memory still remained painfully clear within Varga’s mind.

The five sisters had been traveling through a dense earthly forest on their way toward Kubera’s abode when they noticed something extraordinary deep within the woods.

A young Brahmin sage.

Seated motionlessly within severe meditation.

But what drew their attention was not merely his presence.

It was his radiance.

The spiritual energy surrounding him shone so intensely that the forest itself appeared illuminated like dawn sunlight had descended beneath the trees.

Even celestial beings like them had been momentarily stunned.

And then—Curiosity had become temptation.

Temptation had become arrogance.

The sisters approached the hermitage laughing lightly among themselves.

At first it was harmless teasing.

A dance nearby. A playful song.

Whispers. Laughter.

The sound of ankle bells echoing through the forest.

But when the sage remained completely unmoved—Their pride became challenged.

How could someone ignore apsaras of Kubera’s court?

Slowly their attempts became bolder.

More provocative. More disruptive.

They danced before him.

Sang seductively.

Circled around the meditating sage using every celestial charm they possessed.

Yet throughout it all—The sage never moved. Never opened his eyes.

Never surrendered to distraction.

And that silence slowly transformed their amusement into frustration for the all five sisters.

Until finally—The sage opened his eyes.

The memory alone still sent cold fear through Varga even after all these years.

"...."

The forest itself had trembled beneath the fury in his gaze.

Gone was the peaceful ascetic.

In that moment he looked like wrath itself.

His spiritual energy exploded outward violently through the trees while the five apsaras immediately realized too late the enormity of what they had done.

Then came the curse.

The words carved permanently into their existence.

"Since you behaved like predators seeking to drag me from my path ...then predators you shall become."

The sage’s voice had thundered across the forest.

"Go."

"Live within the waters as man-eating crocodiles for one hundred years!"

The curse struck instantly.

Their celestial beauty shattered.

Their screams echoed through the forest as divine forms twisted into monstrous aquatic bodies.

Scales replaced skin.

Claws replaced graceful hands.

And within moments—The proud apsaras of Kubera’s court vanished beneath cursed waters forever.

Back in the present, Varga slowly blinked while watching Devara continue speaking happily beside her.

The irony felt almost laughable now.

For years they had terrified countless creatures beneath sacred rivers.

Feared. Avoided.

Cursed beings surviving through isolation.

And yet—This strange human king treated them like oversized pets he had reunited with after childhood.

Meanwhile Devara suddenly grabbed her jaw playfully again.

"You’re ignoring me."

Varga stared at him silently.

"...."

Then slowly looked toward her sisters nearby.

All four crocodiles carried similar expressions now.

Because somewhere deep within their ancient cursed hearts—The presence of this ridiculous king had begun disturbing something they had long forgotten.

Warmth.

As Devara continued speaking excitedly beside them beneath the sacred waters of Ganga’s divine domain, Varga quietly drifted deeper into memory.

Ancient memory. Painful memory.

Even after all these years, she still remembered the terror that seized her and her sisters the moment the young sage’s curse descended upon them.

The five celestial dancers had collapsed before the furious sage immediately after their transformations began.

Their pride vanished instantly.

Gone were the playful apsaras laughing arrogantly within the forest moments earlier.

Now they trembled in horror.

They begged. Cried. Wept before him.

Varga still remembered clutching the earth desperately while tears streamed from her eyes as she pleaded for forgiveness.

They confessed their arrogance. Their foolishness. Their vanity.

The curse was too severe.

Far too severe for what had begun as reckless pride and celestial arrogance.

And though the sage’s anger remained terrifying—Eventually his expression softened slightly.

Not fully. But enough.

Because despite their actions, the young ascetic was still a man of dharma.

He could not withdraw his words once spoken.

The curse had already taken root.

But he could offer them a path toward liberation.

Then the sage spoke the condition that would shape the next hundred years of their existence.

"You shall remain bound within the waters... until a truly virtuous and heroic man drags you from the river onto dry land."

Those words became the fragile thread of hope the sisters clung to afterward.

But even with that mercy—The curse itself remained horrifying.

They were transformed into predators.

Man-eating crocodiles driven by violent instincts.

And during the early years of their curse... The hunger had nearly broken them.

Lost and distraught, the cursed sisters wandered through sacred waters until fate brought them before Narada.

The celestial rishi1 had taken pity upon them.

Unlike many who would have only seen monsters, Narada had looked beyond their cursed forms.

And it was he who guided them toward the sacred river of Goddess Ganga.

There, beneath the flowing divine waters, Narada revealed a prophecy that none of them fully understood back then.

"Wait within these waters."

"In time ...Devaratha, the son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi, shall free you."

The memory of those words still echoed clearly within Varga’s mind even now.

"He will pull you from the waters ...and restore your true forms."

At first the prophecy had sounded impossible.

Just another distant hope to survive endless cursed years.

Because during those early days—The curse constantly twisted their minds toward violence.

Toward hunger. Toward human flesh.

There were times Varga genuinely feared they would lose themselves completely and become nothing more than monsters.

Then—Everything changed after she met him.

Little Devara.

The strange child who had wandered fearlessly near the sacred waters one day.

A child who somehow looked at a giant cursed crocodile...

...and immediately decided they were best friends.

Even now Varga could still remember her complete disbelief when the tiny boy boldly pointed at her and declared.

"You’re my crocodile buddy now."

Not fear. Not panic. Not even caution.

Just excitement.

At first she assumed he was simply too young to understand danger.

But then something impossible happened.

After coming into contact with him repeatedly—The violent hunger inside her began fading.

The desire for human flesh weakened.

Not completely at first.

But enough to notice. Enough to hope.

Eventually Varga realized the same effect spread toward her sisters whenever she brought them food shared by Devara.

Strangely enough—Even ordinary food touched by him soothed the curse’s influence.

The maddening hunger slowly weakened over time.

Their minds became calmer. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Clearer.

For the first time in decades, they began feeling less like monsters again.

And because of that, Varga forced her sisters to remain hidden within deeper waters far from humans.

No unnecessary contact. No risking lives.

She would carry food to them herself.

And gradually... The curse’s madness loosened its grip.

Years later, when Devara eventually left the river for his training and responsibilities above the surface, the waters had felt strangely empty afterward.

Varga remembered that loneliness clearly.

So she chose meditation.

Deep silent meditation beneath the sacred currents while repeating his name endlessly.

At first she did it merely because thinking about the strange child brought calmness.

But over time—Something deeper happened.

The chanting itself began soothing not only her, but her sisters too.

As though his presence alone carried strange purification.

And now—After sensing his return to the river once more, Varga had finally brought her sisters to meet him properly.

Only for the reunion to immediately become chaos because Devara launched himself at her like an overexcited child reunited with a lost pet.

Back in the present, Varga slowly looked toward him again.

The young king was currently trying to convince the silver-eyed crocodile to let him ride on its back through the divine waters.

The silver-eyed crocodile looked moments away from emotional collapse.

Meanwhile Devara continued speaking enthusiastically without noticing the suffering around him.

Varga stared at him with the same exhausted dead-eyed expression as before.

’The little demon became an even bigger demon.’

And yet—Deep within her ancient cursed heart—She felt happy very happy.

Because despite becoming a king...

Despite carrying kingdoms, wars, and divine blessings upon his shoulders...

Devara himself had not changed at all.

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