[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable":3,"chapter-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1856997,2464,"Chapter 102 - 100: Way To Stop Those Bad Omens...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you put more comments and power stones... Which will encourage me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys we have reached 100 Chapter successfully with your support. I hope we reach reach 250 powerstones help me guys...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was thinking about adding local deities too to the story. Any thought about This idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words of the astrologers struck the chamber like another bolt of lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Nobody spoke. Nobody could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s expression hardened instantly while Madri instinctively moved closer protectively toward her husband and newborn son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Ambika and Ambalika looked visibly shaken hearing the ominous declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm outside only made the atmosphere heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-RUMBLE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra slowly tightened his grip around the infant prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice when he finally spoke had lost all earlier warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean... bad omen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers immediately tensed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several lowered their heads quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was the most dangerous kind of truth to speak before royalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong word—One poorly chosen phrase—And they could easily be accused of slandering the newborn heir of the Kuru lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest astrologer swallowed nervously before carefully choosing every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Gulp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We speak only what the heavens revealed, Crown Prince.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We hold no ill intention toward the child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another astrologer stepped forward shakily and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The planetary alignments at the moment of birth ...were deeply disturbed. The skies darkened unnaturally. The sacred flames throughout Hastinapur extinguished themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The storm intensified the instant the prince emerged.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The stars...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated briefly trying to find the right words to put in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...carry signs of destruction surrounding the Kuru lineage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber grew colder and colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri’s face paled immediately hearing those words connected to her child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra meanwhile stared at the astrologers silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere became suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the astrologers knew they could no longer stop halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest finally lowered his gaze and completed the prediction carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All omens together signify ...that this prince may one day lead the Kuru lineage toward ruin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. Absolute silence followed once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the storm outside seemed distant for a brief moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hung inside the chamber like poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri immediately looked toward her child with disbelief and pain in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you say that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is only a newborn...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika closed her eyes briefly while Ambalika looked deeply unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the curse to the throne might return through the kuru lineage\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Dhritarashtra’s face slowly darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with grief. With anger on fate which was enjoying his suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because after finally receiving his son—After finally feeling destiny acknowledge him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing the heavens offered in return was a prophecy of doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irony tasted bitter. Very bitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which nearly forcing him to lose his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infant prince meanwhile slept calmly in his father’s arms completely unaware that the moment of his birth had already become wrapped in fear, prophecy, and political danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And outside the cavern chamber—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark storm above Hastinapur continued raging across the skies as though the heavens themselves refused to settle peacefully on the night Suryodana entered the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension inside the cavern chamber had become suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm outside continued roaring over Hastinapur while the newborn prince Suryodana rested peacefully in his father’s arms, unaware that his very birth had already shaken the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s face had darkened dangerously after hearing the astrologers’ prediction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ambika immediately noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had lived long enough within royal politics to recognize when emotion was about to become dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially wounded pride. Especially parental rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Dhritarashtra could speak again—Ambika stepped forward sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice carried firm authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers instantly lowered their heads further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika’s eyes briefly moved toward Dhritarashtra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could see it clearly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anger. The hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refusal to accept such words spoken over his firstborn son moments after birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the conversation continued recklessly—Someone here might not leave the chamber alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ambika deliberately redirected the discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression softened slightly as she looked toward the astrologers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the omens are troubled ...then is there no remedy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question immediately shifted the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Madri looked toward the astrologers hopefully now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika continued carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can rituals be performed? Can prayers be offered? Can temples be visited to soothe the displeasure of the heavens?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surely fate is not so absolute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers exchanged uneasy glances among themselves instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now they had entered truly dangerous territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not merely interpretation—But responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they answered wrongly, they risked offending the royal family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they gave false hope carelessly, they risked angering destiny itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several remained silent for long moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest astrologer finally spoke cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rajmata...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are always paths through dharma, prayer, charity, and devotion that may lessen the harshness of fate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That answer visibly eased the chamber slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri especially clung to those words immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologer however quickly continued before hope could grow uncontrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again the room tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Some destinies are like rivers. One may redirect their flow slightly ...yet stopping them completely becomes difficult.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s jaw tightened hearing that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the astrologers now carefully began listing possible remedies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Special yajnas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charitable offerings across the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protection rituals. Temple worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appeasing planetary influences through sacred rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding the poor. Supporting Brahmins and sages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeking blessings from spiritually powerful figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest astrologer finally added carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the prince is guided properly...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...if wisdom surrounds him... if anger and pride are restrained...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...then perhaps the harshness of the omens may lessen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That final statement lingered heavily within the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone present understood the hidden implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The danger might not lie merely in the child’s birth—But in the path he could someday choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the infant Suryodana shifted lightly in Dhritarashtra’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future king looked down at his son silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm still raged outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside the cavern chamber—A different storm had already begun forming quietly within the hearts of the Kuru family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy silence inside the guarded cavern chamber refused to ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, thunder still rolled across the skies above Hastinapur while the sacred lamps flickered weakly against the stone walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the atmosphere worsening further, Ambalika stepped forward calmly toward Madri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take the child,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let him rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri immediately nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, she received baby Suryodana into her arms protectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the terrifying words spoken moments earlier—The infant looked peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small. Fragile. Entirely innocent from what they had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri’s heart tightened painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no mother wished to hear that her child’s birth carried shadows over an entire dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly she moved toward the specially prepared resting bed lined with soft cloth and sacred protective markings drawn around it by priests earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, at the center of the chamber, Ambika turned back toward the astrologers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before—Her face had grown more serious now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she noticed something deeply troubling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers were still holding back. Carefully. Fearfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that frightened her more than the prophecy itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How severe are these omens truly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question struck the chamber heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers exchanged uneasy glances immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered. Not because they lacked interpretation—But because they feared speaking it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, almost involuntarily, their eyes shifted toward Dhritarashtra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood motionless nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the anger radiating from him had become unmistakable now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fists were clenched tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw rigid. His breathing uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy of fatherhood had collided brutally against fear for his lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the astrologers understood something clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong sentence—One badly chosen word—Could end disastrously for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silence alone told Ambika more than any answer could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart sank slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because silence from astrologers often meant the truth was worse than what had already been spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their troubled expressions and Dhritarashtra’s growing fury, Ambika immediately acted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time her voice carried unmistakable authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dhritarashtra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future king slowly looked toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to your son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, it seemed he might refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The anger in his eyes still burned intensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But eventually—Without another word—Dhritarashtra turned and walked silently toward where Madri sat beside the infant bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he reached the child and looked down at his newborn son again—Some of the fury within his face softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only slightly. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because regardless of omens... Regardless of storms... Regardless of prophecies...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was still his child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His firstborn. His heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nearby, the astrologers quietly exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the moment at least—The storm inside the chamber had not exploded yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Dhritarashtra moved away toward his newborn son, the astrologers visibly relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several quietly released breaths they had been holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only now did they dare speak more openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest astrologer slowly turned back toward Ambika and Ambalika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face had grown grave. Very grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The prediction...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is far more severe than we initially revealed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air inside the cavern chamber seemed to grow colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, thunder echoed again through the night skies above Hastinapur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologer lowered his voice further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The omens suggest a future where this vast land... will drown in blood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambalika’s expression stiffened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another astrologer continued shakily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The destruction does not end with war alone. The signs indicate the fall of the Kuru lineage itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy. Oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the priests nearby looked deeply unsettled hearing the complete interpretation spoken aloud at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile in the distance, the soft cries of infant Suryodana echoed faintly through the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contrast between innocent life and catastrophic prophecy felt deeply disturbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest astrologer quickly continued before panic could fully settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But fate is not fully fixed. The child must be guided with extreme care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His upbringing... His influences... His path ...must all be watched carefully. If he strays toward darkness...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologer’s face paled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...then no one may be able to save the Kuru lineage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words struck heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now the burden no longer sounded like a distant prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded personal. Preventable. Or perhaps inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then reluctantly—One astrologer spoke something none of them truly wished to mention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In ancient histories ...there are records where kingdoms sacrificed infants born beneath catastrophic omens ...to protect the lineage and realm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words left his mouth—Ambika stepped forward sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cut through the chamber instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firm. Cold. Absolute. Hearing those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers immediately lowered their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika’s face had hardened completely now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not speak further of such things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cave fell silent again. Her eyes carried unmistakable anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It isadharma1. He is an infant. A child who has done nothing wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled slightly at the end, not from weakness—But emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite the terrifying prophecy...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could not accept condemning a newborn merely for what the stars predicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambalika silently nodded beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she looked disturbed that such thoughts had entered the conversation at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Madri instinctively held Suryodana closer protectively after overhearing enough to understand the direction the discussion had taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Dhritarashtra slowly turned his head from beside the infant bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though silent—The darkness in his expression upon hearing those words was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now someone had dared suggest sacrificing his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was something he would never forgive easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers quickly bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We intended no disrespect, Rajmata.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We merely spoke of historical precedents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the damage had already been done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber no longer merely carried fear of prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it carried something even more dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protectiveness. Parental attachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defiance against fate itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere beyond the storm-dark skies above Hastinapur—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destiny listened silently while the first battle over the future of Suryodana had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******************************\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Author note:)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-->\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget to review guys...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I have a new fic which named: Karuppan: King of Openings.\u003C\u002Fp>",2003,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","89d2c446f2e4ccec78d0411cdef37479beb5cac698b250910902e54c893e5389","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-103","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-101",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]