[{"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-103":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},1856998,2464,"Chapter 103 - 101: Who Would Bring Ruins?... Kaurava’s Births...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-103",103,"\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>I was thinking about adding local deities too to the story. Any thought about This idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away from the storm-darkened halls of Hastinapur—Beyond the growing tension surrounding the birth of Suryodana—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another child entered the world that very same night and at the same time as him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the suffocating atmosphere of Hastinapur...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This birth unfolded beneath the wild serenity of the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the forests surrounding the sacred Shatashringa Mountains, a quiet hermitage rested amidst towering trees and cold mountain winds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow-covered peaks loomed in the distance beneath the moonlit skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred fires burned softly around the ashram while sages continued their nightly chants peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here lived Pandu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former king who had renounced his throne and royal comforts after the curse that changed his life forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him remained his wives—Kunti and his second wife, Aathi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the fear-filled birth occurring within Hastinapur...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere here carried something calmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred. Natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though powerful in its own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hermitage, Kunti’s breathing grew heavier while mountain winds swirled unusually outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this child too was no ordinary birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the divine boon granted to her long ago—Kunti had invoked Vayu himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the wind god had answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around the hermitage suddenly surged violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not destructively—But powerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trees bent beneath roaring mountain winds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred winds danced wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very forest seemed to breathe with ancient force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The child was born. As Lord Vayu acknowledged the boon given by sage Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the infant cried—A fierce gust of wind swept across the entire hermitage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding trees shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby sages opened their eyes instantly in realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the divine energy surrounding this child felt immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raw. Unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pandu meanwhile looked toward the newborn with overwhelmed emotion filling his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Hastinapur’s chamber wrapped in fearful prophecy—This moment carried relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope. Strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he carefully took the child into his arms, Pandu could already feel the unusual weight and vitality radiating from the infant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child’s tiny fists clenched instinctively with startling force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the attendants exchanged surprised looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Pandu smiled proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This child ...shall be called—Bhima\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The mighty one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The force that none shall easily withstand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the mountain winds roared once more across the forests of Shatashringa as though Vayu himself acknowledged the naming proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus—On the same night fate marked the birth of Suryodana beneath storm and ominous prophecy...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another prince was born beneath the sacred winds of the Himalayas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two children. One destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a question who will be the one to full fill the prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two futures slowly beginning their journey beneath the gaze of the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hastinaput...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back within the guarded chambers beneath Hastinapur, the storm outside had weakened slightly—But the heaviness inside the cavern remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The astrologers had withdrawn quietly after delivering their terrifying interpretation, leaving behind a silence no one truly knew how to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the infant bed, Madri sat holding baby Suryodana close against her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes remained red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from fear for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from the crushing thought that her newborn son’s name had already become tied to destruction before he had even properly opened his eyes to the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother’s heart could endure many things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hearing that her child might someday destroy the very lineage he was born to protect—That wound cut deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Ambika slowly sat beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Ambalika gently adjusted the blankets around the child before speaking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not let fear consume you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri lowered her gaze silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can I not fear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They spoke as though my son is already cursed...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As though his future is already decided.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infant shifted lightly in her arms while she looked down at him emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He has not even done anything wrong yet...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika’s expression softened hearing the pain in Madri’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, she placed a hand upon her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The stars may warn. But they do not force.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri slowly looked toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika continued calmly, though even she still carried lingering unease from the prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A child is shaped by guidance. By love. By the path shown to him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambalika nodded beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the omens speak of danger ...then we must ensure Suryodana never walks towardadharma1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words settled heavily within the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because all three women understood now—The burden surrounding the child would not merely be political.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be moral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every lesson. Every influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every friendship. Every ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it could someday shape whether the prophecy strengthened...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile nearby, Dhritarashtra remained standing silently in the shadows of the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he said nothing—He listened to every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere deep inside him, conflicting emotions continued clashing violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love for his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger toward the prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if it really happened...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And wounded pride from fate itself daring to stain the birth of his heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile little Suryodana simply slept peacefully in his mother’s arms, untouched by the storm of expectations already gathering around his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, dawn slowly approached Hastinapur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But within the royal chamber—The night still lingered heavily over the future of the Kuru lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy atmosphere inside the royal chamber continued lingering as little Suryodana slept peacefully in Madri’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier prophecy still weighed heavily upon everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was then that Ambika suddenly spoke again after a long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should take the child to Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words immediately drew confused looks from both Madri and Dhritarashtra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trinetra... what temple?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra asked with a frown on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri too looked confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because neither of them had heard that name before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their reactions, Ambika and Ambalika exchanged brief glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did they fully realize—In all the tension surrounding the birth...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not yet shared the news from Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the Maha Shivaratri. Not the Tandava. Not the divine descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they had arrived at Hastinapur, the birth preparations had consumed everything immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambalika slowly exhaled with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You both have not heard what happened there yet...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s expression shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Rajmatas looked at one another once more before Ambika began speaking slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as she spoke—The chamber gradually fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told them about the night of Maha Shivaratri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About the preparations within Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About how Devara announced he would perform Tandava before the great Shiva Lingam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the part that made Madri and Dhritarashtra stare in stunned disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm. The chanting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shiva Tandava Stotram. The divine trance tandava.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—The descent of Shiva and Parvati themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As both heard what had happened were left stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri’s eyes widened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s face froze completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambalika quietly continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The gods themselves danced alongside him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And before leaving... They blessed the temple. They named it Trinetra Tandaveshwara Temple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then explained the divine blessings bestowed upon the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peace for troubled hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harmony for families. Blessings for marriages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred calm beneath Shiva and Parvati’s grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber remained utterly silent afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even Dhritarashtra, despite his pride and skepticism at times, understood the weight of such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods personally descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blessing a temple. Naming it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was not rumor-level divinity anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madri meanwhile looked down slowly at sleeping Suryodana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back toward Ambika.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think ...taking him there may help?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambika nodded gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If any place can soothe the darkness surrounding his birth ...it would be there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ambalika quietly agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At the very least, the child would receive blessings beneath the temple personally touched by Mahadev and Goddess Parvati.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra remained silent for long moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind clearly conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pride resisted seeking help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fatherhood feared the prophecy more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere deep inside—A tiny spark of hope appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if the heavens themselves had descended at Trivenivrata...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then perhaps—Just perhaps—The future of Suryodana was not yet beyond salvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After 25 Days...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The days following Suryodana’s birth passed beneath a strange mixture of celebration and unease within Hastinapur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying prophecy was never spoken publicly outside the innermost royal circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the atmosphere around the guarded cavern remained tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests continued rituals daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrologers repeatedly observed the skies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protective mantras echoed through the underground chambers without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still—The remaining pots continued trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, twenty-five days after Suryodana’s birth—The next vessel cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-CRRRRK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon another followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another. And another. In a period of intreval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavern chamber erupted into controlled chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Servants hurried carefully between the vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midwives. Priests. Royal attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone moved continuously beneath flickering torchlight while sacred chants echoed through the underground halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their attention was needed at the several places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—The pots opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one by one—The children entered the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where they will be living their life to the fullest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some cried loudly the moment they emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some remained strangely calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some clenched their tiny fists immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others simply blinked beneath the torchlight as though confused by existence itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process lasted nearly two full days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one within the palace slept properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The royal chambers became filled constantly with infant cries echoing through the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the final vessel finally opened—The truth stunned everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which send a shocked reaction to everyone who saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ninety-nine additional sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A total of one hundred boys and one girl born to Dhritarashtra and Madri.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight alone overwhelmed the palace attendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rows of infants carefully wrapped in cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Royal nurses moving constantly between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests chanting blessings endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavern that once felt ominous now looked almost surreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps something far stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also filled with life of so many infants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Madri looked utterly exhausted yet emotional beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point tears flowed openly from her eyes simply from seeing all the children together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite the fear surrounding Suryodana’s prophecy—The heavens had still blessed them with an enormous lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dynasty. A generation which no kingdom can easily have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a manifestation of a boon which would put other kingdom in awe and jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ambika and Ambalika looked deeply moved witnessing the scale of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lone daughter especially received immediate affection from the royal women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A precious jewel amidst a sea of princes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile outside the cavern, news slowly spread across Hastinapur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crown Prince now had one hundred sons and a daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city erupted into celebration instantly hearing the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their kingdom has been blessed with such a wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drums echoed through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temples performed rituals in the well being of their princes and princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public distributed sweets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many viewed it as overwhelming prosperity for the Kuru lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign of divine abundance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—Within the deeper royal chambers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory of the astrologers’ warning still lingered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because one hundred sons did not erase prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes—It only magnified the scale of what fate intended.\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>",1900,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","38a371d0e9eaaeb644a2e266bff3545fd18aa702e22f773104f01f9bc405981a","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-104","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-102",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]