Indravarma read the letter aloud. Bheem’s eyes sparkled. “Petra? Where the mountains are carved into palaces? Let’s go!”
When they arrived, Petra took their breath away. The entrance was a massive crack in the earth called the —a towering canyon of swirling pink and orange rock. As they walked through the cool, narrow path, they saw carved camels, water channels cut into stone, and finally… the Khazneh (the Treasury). It was a temple facade three times the size of Dholakpur’s palace, carved right out of the cliff. chota bheem journey to petra
Raju tried a slingshot, but the ghosts laughed. Jaggu swung from a dried fig tree, but the branches crumbled. Then Zayir appeared—a swirling tornado of sand with two red eyes. “Give me your strength, little boy!” he hissed, wrapping Bheem in a gritty whirlwind. Indravarma read the letter aloud
It was a bright morning in Dholakpur. Bheem was enjoying his usual laddoos when a dusty scroll, tied with a faded purple ribbon, arrived via messenger pigeon. It was from an old friend of King Indravarma—King Aretas of the distant desert kingdom of . Where the mountains are carved into palaces
But something was wrong. The stone was turning pale. The famous Desert Ruby, which usually glowed like a small sun, was cold and grey.