At the sacred site known as the Seven Godavaris, a monkey entered the netherworld, journeying beneath the earth. Emerging swiftly from that realm, the monkey roamed across the land, leaping up to fetch water from the Seven Godavaris. As he returned, he beheld Nandayantī, radiant and goddess-like, standing there. Nearby, noble kings, honoring a great ascetic rich in austerity, gathered and seated themselves. The monkeys, too, were invited to join them. As these guests arrived, wide-eyed daughters gazed intently upon them. Among these maidens, Nandayantī and her companions, along with their father, observed a beautiful-faced maiden. At that moment, the sage Satyadhvaja addressed the maiden with truthful words. Hearing the sage, she became overwhelmed with shame, losing her composure. Lamenting, she declared, “Because I have become a bad daughter, I will abandon this body.” She pleaded, “O Brahmin, save me, whose mind is afflicted by sin.” The sage gently reassured her: “Do not despair now. Your father, the increaser of the gods, will be born to you again.” When the sage, purified in mind, had spoken, he continued: “Daughter, give up your sorrow. In ten months, a son will be born to you.” Thus comforted, Citrāṅgadā became joyful and radiant. All the slender maidens remained together throughout this period. When ten months had passed, the Apsarases arrived. At the birth of the child, Viśvakarman was summoned because of the monkey’s involvement. Suravarddhaki, filled with joy, remembered him, and at Tvaṣṭṛ’s remembrance, Śakra came, surrounded by the Maruts. When the gods, Gandharvas, and Apsarases had assembled, they requested, “O Brahmin, let the cave of Jābāla’s daughter be given to the garlanded one.” The bird, assuming its true form, sought to marry the delighted maiden. The sage, emboldened, granted the king, son of Manu, his blessing, saying, “So be it.” Gālava became the officiating priest, offering the oblation in due manner. First, the hand of Jābāli was taken by the daughter of the Daitya. Then, the hand of the bird was taken by the daughter of the Yakṣa. Thus, in this order, the marriages of the slender-waisted women were accomplished. At this holy ford, all were urged to bathe at the Seven-Godāvarī. Having agreed, the gods departed joyfully to heaven, each in turn. The kings, taking their wives, returned to their own cities. Then, a king addressed a lotus-eyed woman, the best among women, beseeching her to accept him. Praising the doe-eyed one gently, she responded to the king in turn. Seeking protection from his curse, the woman—her mind overcome by desire—brought about destruction, lacking wisdom. The king departed from the hermitage and returned to his own city. The woman, leaving the hermitage, stood outside, unhappy, like Rohiṇī, beloved of the Moon, scorched by a great eclipse.