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In this episode, we journey deep into the forests of ancient India, where a cruel young hunter lived by hunting only birds, showing no mercy to the creatures of the sky. One stormy night, fate led him beneath a great tree where an extraordinary encounter changed his life forever.

Under the sheltering branches, a captured dove reunited with her grieving mate. Guided by sacred duty — Atithi Devo Bhava — the he-dove offered fire and, in an act of ultimate sacrifice, gave his own life to feed the guest. His devoted wife soon followed. Witnessing their selfless love, the hunter’s heart was transformed, and he renounced cruelty, becoming a pious sanyasi.

Once, long ago, there lived the Asura Dharuka, whose cruelty tormented both devas and humans. To end his tyranny, Lord Paramashiva sent forth his daughter, the fierce Goddess Bhadrakali, to destroy him. Bhadrakali fought bravely and slew Dharuka.

But his wife, the beautiful Manodari, could not bear the loss. Grief-stricken, she turned to Paramashiva himself and performed deep tapas. Moved by her devotion, Paramashiva granted her a few drops of his divine sweat, telling her that with this she could wield a power over people.

On her way back, still burning with anger, Manodari encountered Bhadrakali, who was returning victorious after killing Dharuka. In her fury, she sprinkled the sweat on Bhadrakali, and instantly, the goddess was struck with the affliction of smallpox.

Bhadrakali fell on the path to Kailasa, her body covered in blisters. Alarmed, the Bhooth Ganas rushed to Lord Shiva. From his power, he created Khandakarna, who came and licked the goddess’s body, cleansing her of the disease—yet Bhadrakali chose to keep the marks of smallpox on her face as her ornament, a symbol of her fierce beauty.

But she had not forgotten Manodari’s deed. In her wrath, Bhadrakali cut away Manodari’s eyes, ears, and legs. She then transformed her into Vasuri Mala Bhagavathi, binding her forever as one of her Bhooth Ganas. From then on, it was believed that Vasuri Mala carried the power of smallpox, a goddess both feared and worshipped, who reminds us of divine justice and the dangers of arrogance and revenge

Once upon a time, there lived an old gypsy man with his three daughters in asmall tent. Winter had come with all its fury. The wind howled through theforest, snow fell without mercy, and their thin clothes and fragile tent gavethem little protection. The family, along with their neighbours, suffered fromthe bitter cold and hunger.

One evening, as the storm raged stronger, the old man looked at hisdaughters and said, “The Wind God is angry. Someone must goto him and plead for mercy.” He turned to his eldest daughter andasked her to set out toward the howling winds, hoping she could reach the WindGod’s dwelling…

In a small village, a poor farmer and his family lived in fear of the terrifying giant, Chudo Yudo. When the monster threatened to attack, the farmer’s two elder sons set out to defend their home. Their younger brother, Ivan, though discouraged at first, insisted on joining them. What began as a simple act of courage turned into an extraordinary adventure.

Facing not one but three monstrous Chudo Yudos — the six-headed, the nine-headed, and finally the twelve-headed beast — Ivan’s bravery and strength shone brighter than anyone expected. Against all odds, he defeated them all, proving that true heroism can rise from the humblest beginnings.

This is the tale of Ivan, the unlikely warrior who saved his village.

In the land once ruled by King Bhaskara Varma, two young brothers set out in search of their destiny after their family fell into hardship. Their journey takes them deep into a mystical forest, where they encounter a sacred mango tree that bears fruit only once every hundred years. This single golden mango holds extraordinary powers — the outer fruit grants kingship, while the inner seed blesses its eater with the gift of jewels from every smile. Guided by fate and tested by choice, the brothers step onto a path that could change their lives forever.

This tale is one of ambition, destiny, and the strange gifts of fortune.

In the time of King Vikramaditya, a man named Thyagasheelan came seeking work. The king asked his wages, and without hesitation, Thyagasheelan demanded a thousand tolas of gold. Surprised, the king decided to test him and appointed him as the royal night watchman.

Thyagasheelan served with unwavering loyalty. One night, the king heard faint weeping from the graveyard and sent Thyagasheelan to investigate. There, under the moonlight, he found a beautiful woman crying.

She introduced herself as Rajya Aishwaryam—the very prosperity and grace of the kingdom. She said she was leaving the land, for the time of fortune was ending. Desperate to keep her, Thyagasheelan begged her to stay.

She agreed on one condition: he must offer his own son as a sacrifice at the nearby Kali temple.

Once upon a time, a poor, hungry man was walking along a dusty pathway when he spotted something glittering in the dirt — a bright red stone. Curious, he picked it up and decided to take it to the king.

The king, upon seeing the stone, was overjoyed. It was no ordinary gem — it was a precious and rare jewel. In gratitude, the king rewarded the man with a large sum of gold and bought the stone. He then gifted it to the queen, who placed it in a small ornate box and kept it safely on a shelf, treasuring it above all else.

For twelve long years, the stone lay undisturbed. One day, the king asked the queen to bring it to him, just to ensure it was still safe. The queen fetched the box, but when she opened it, the stone was gone — and in its place sat a small boy!

Bewildered, she took the box to the king. As they watched, the boy grew at an astonishing speed until he stood before them as a handsome young man. But the king, suspicious and angry at this strange magic, banished the youth from the palace, though he gave him a horse and a sword......let's listen to the story.