[{"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-117":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},1857012,2464,"Chapter 117 - 115: Crowning The King Devaratha...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-117",117,"\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 with this Volume 6 is compleated. From tomorrow New Volume will begin...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Devara entered trough the royal gate of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reaction from the crowd became explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena erupted into deafening screams, cheers, chants, and applause all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DEVARA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LONG LIVE THE KING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flower petals immediately began raining down from the upper sections of the arena like colorful storms descending from the skies themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jasmine. Rose petals. Marigolds. Lotus flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands upon thousands of petals drifted through the sunlight while the people shouted his name with overwhelming excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara walked forward calmly through the central ceremonial path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, unlike during festivals or battlefields—He looked every bit a king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His royal attire carried the identity of Trivenivrata itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark regal fabrics lined with gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowned lion emblem embroidered proudly across his ceremonial mantle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rudraksha ornaments still remained upon him subtly, honoring the divine connection people now associated with him after the Tandava.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence alone dominated the arena naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not forced. Not theatrical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply overwhelming. And as he advanced—The armies responded one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The infantry divisions slammed their spears downward in perfect synchronization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archers lowered their bows respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cavalry warriors raised their weapons high while their horses stamped proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaja armies lifted their trunks thunderously toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each division performed the royal salute the moment Devara passed before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound alone shook the arena repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM! -THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combined military honor display left many visiting rulers visibly stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the loyalty shown by the armies did not resemble mere discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It resembled belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara continued walking steadily beneath the endless rain of flower petals while the chants of the public grew louder and louder around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even many sages seated near the sacred yagnas quietly observed him with thoughtful expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite his youth—The aura surrounding him no longer felt like that of a rising prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt established already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though the kingdom itself had already accepted him long before the crown would touch his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile within the royal section, Gandhari watched him approach with visible pride shining in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Bhishma silently observed the crowd’s reaction carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he could tell now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This coronation would not simply create a king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would create a symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And step by step—Beneath roaring drums, sacred chants, military salutes, and the endless cries of the people—Devara walked toward the throne awaiting him at the center of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Devara, walking with unwavering focus and discipline, followed Ashwatthama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the roaring excitement surrounding the arena,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s expression remained calm and sharp, his warrior instincts constantly scanning the surroundings even amidst the ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of him following directly behind Devara did not go unnoticed by the gathered rulers and sages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone understood what it symbolized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not temporary political trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the kind forged through years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that placed a warrior beside a king at the most important moment of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the drums across the arena slowly changed rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier thunderous war beats softened into deeper ceremonial echoes as Devara approached the massive staircase leading toward the elevated royal throne platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very top—The throne awaited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The royal throne of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forged grandly with carved lions, sacred symbols, flowing river engravings, and golden artistry representing the kingdom’s birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sunlight itself reflected beautifully across its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, the entire arena seemed to grow quieter instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cheering crowd slowly softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone understood the significance of what was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step—Devara began ascending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each footstep echoed clearly through the massive arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flower petals continued drifting slowly around him while the sacred fires burned steadily nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sages maintained their chants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armies remained standing in disciplined silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thousands upon thousands of eyes followed him upward without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some among the crowd folded their hands emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others whispered prayers beneath their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children stared in complete awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile several visiting rulers silently measured the young man climbing toward the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And many of them reached the same conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kingdom would not remain small for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—Devara reached the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind suddenly swept powerfully through the open arena at that exact moment, causing the massive banners of Trivenivrata to flutter violently while his royal mantle moved sharply behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For one breathtaking instant—He stood before the throne in complete silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly—Devara reached forward and touched the throne respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not casually. Not arrogantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if understanding fully the burden, responsibility, and destiny attached to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind continued passing through the elevated platform dramatically while his robes fluttered behind him beneath the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From below, the image looked almost unreal to many witnessing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young king standing before his throne while sacred chants echoed around him and flower petals drifted through the air like blessings from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finally—Devara sat upon the throne of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he settled onto the throne—The entire arena exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-CHEEERSSS!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drums roared. Conches echoed thunderously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armies slammed their spears against the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war elephants raised their trunks loudly toward the sky as they lifted their two front paw on the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public erupted into deafening cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LONG LIVE KING DEVARATHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GLORY TO TRIVENIVRATA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sages intensified their chanting while the sacred yagnas blazed brighter beneath the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And seated upon the throne now—Devara no longer looked merely like the founder of a kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked exactly what the people had already begun believing him to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the arena continued shaking the skies even after Devara seated himself upon the throne of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowned lion banners fluttered wildly in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred yagnas burned fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath the sunlight pouring into the colossal arena, the kingdom seemed to stand at the edge of a new era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, however, the ceremonial drums softened once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cheering crowd gradually quieted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the most sacred part of the coronation still remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king’s oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From beside the sacred fires, the chief priest slowly approached carrying the ceremonial golden plate upon which rested the royal crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crown itself gleamed magnificently beneath the sunlight and sacred firelight combined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A symbol not merely of authority—But responsibility. Burden. Protection. Sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking beside the priest now came Bhishma himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena visibly straightened at his approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because today, among all gathered elders and rulers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma had been granted the honor of crowning the king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight itself carried enormous significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest elder of the Kuru lineage personally acknowledging the rise of Trivenivrata’s ruler before kingdoms and sages alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the priest reached the throne platform and respectfully extended a ceremonial scroll toward Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon it was written the formal royal pledge traditionally recited by kings during coronation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands waited for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest spoke respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My king... the oath.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked at the scroll quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, many assumed he would simply read the prepared royal pledge aloud like generations before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—He did something unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Devara pushed the scroll back gently toward the priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The movement itself immediately created visible confusion across parts of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even some visiting rulers frowned slightly in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara calmly rose from the throne once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stepped forward toward the edge of the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the people. Toward the soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the kingdom itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And instead of reading written words—He spoke directly from his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not wish to rule this kingdom through fear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words echoed powerfully through the silent arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many in the crowd immediately looked stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara continued calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A throne is not meant to stand above the people ...it is meant to stand for them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence deepened hearing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the wind itself seemed quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot promise a world without hardship. I cannot promise that sorrow will never touch this land.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I swear this before gods, sages, ancestors, and all of you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice strengthened now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as I sit upon this throne... I will never abandon the people of Trivenivrata.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd visibly reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion spread rapidly through the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara continued without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hungry shall not be ignored. The weak shall not be trampled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The talented shall not be buried beneath birth or status.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will protect this kingdom not as property ...but as family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words struck deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the common people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Farmers. Workers. Soldiers. Merchants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary citizens who rarely heard kings speak about them directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the allied rulers and ministers watched with increasingly serious expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was not sounding like ceremonial politics anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sounded personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s gaze swept across the assembled armies now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And to those who raise weapons for this kingdom... I swear your loyalty will never be wasted carelessly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers reacted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions hardened proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many straightened instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are not tools to me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the shield standing between this land and chaos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sentence shattered the final restraint holding back the arena’s emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—The soldiers slammed their weapons against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another line answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another. And another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon the entire arena thundered endlessly with the sound of soldiers striking spear, shield, and sword against the earth in support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public erupted too. Cheering. Crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouting his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAIL KING DEVARATHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LONG LIVE THE KING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some ordinary citizens even visibly wiped tears from their eyes hearing the sincerity in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for many—This no longer felt like watching a distant ruler ascend power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like witnessing someone genuinely accepting responsibility for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Bhishma himself stood silently watching Devara with deep eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere within the grand elder’s heart—A rare feeling surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time in many years...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt he was witnessing the rise of a king who truly understood the weight of a throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunderous cheers of the people still echoed across the massive royal arena even after Devara finished his oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers continued striking their weapons proudly against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred fires burned fiercely beneath the wind while flower petals continued drifting endlessly through the sunlight like blessings falling from the heavens themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And amidst it all—Bhishma stepped forward once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere shifted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone understood now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final moment had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grand elder slowly lifted the royal crown from the golden ceremonial plate held by the priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crown gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold. Gems. Sacred engravings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbol of Trivenivrata’s sovereignty itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma raised it high enough for the entire arena to witness clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded into cheers again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DEVARATHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LONG LIVE THE KING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound rolled like thunder across the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Bhishma looked toward Devara quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For one brief moment—The arena disappeared around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No armies. No politics. No cheering crowds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two men one sitting on the throne and another is standing before him at the turning point of history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma slowly stepped closer toward the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then in a low voice heard only by Devara himself, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never forgetdharma1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words carried no grand speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dramatic weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same truth Bhishma himself had carried painfully throughout his entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because kingdoms rose and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power changed hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victory and defeat never lasted forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But dharma—That alone determined whether history remembered a ruler with reverence or regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked toward Bhishma quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not arrogantly. Not proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a younger brother acknowledging the guidance of an elder he respected deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That simple answer made Bhishma’s eyes soften almost invisibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finally—The grand elder placed the crown upon Devara’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that exact moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena erupted beyond control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conches roared. The drums thundered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers slammed their weapons against the earth with overwhelming force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THOOOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The war elephants raised their trunks toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sages intensified their chants around the sacred yagnas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the people—The people completely lost themselves in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flower petals rained endlessly from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizens screamed in joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors shouted proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women raised victory ululations across the arena.\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>",2145,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","c8944e5fb37aaa0e335ac28afcb93a50141b806ef6b300a095ffe21ba390f7e7","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-118","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-116",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]