[{"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-123":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},1857018,2464,"Chapter 123 - 121: Curse... Changes The Life Of The Sisters...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-123",123,"\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>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Devara pulling his buddy towards them shocked them seeing he was not even slightly afraid of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the other four crocodiles watched the approaching pair with increasing uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson-eyed one slowly lowered its massive head suspiciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-eyed crocodile narrowed its gaze carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-eyed one looked ready to retreat at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the golden-eyed crocodile seemed slightly calmer, though even it clearly remained cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—The stories surrounding Devara had spread even beneath the sacred waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child blessed by gods and the son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who danced the Tandava with Shiva himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king whose emotions seemed to shift between terrifying ruler and overexcited menace within seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—That same king was dragging one of their family members by the tail while smiling brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire situation felt absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally reaching them, Devara released the exhausted crocodile dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature immediately floated toward its family with the exhausted dignity of someone returning from war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Devara happily placed his hand over his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodiles stared silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodile beside him slowly looked at the others as though saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Yes. THAT Devara.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara continued talking completely naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re his family, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That means you’re my friends too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodiles visibly blinked at that logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them seemed prepared for this conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Devara tilted his head curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But why did I never meet any of you before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved between them innocently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where were all of you hiding all this time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question caused the crocodiles to slowly exchange glances among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And strangely—Their expressions changed slightly afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier caution softened into something quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something almost nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several moments none of them answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waters around them remained calm while distant glowing fish drifted silently through the ancient pillars nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the crimson-eyed crocodile slowly lowered itself against the stone floor beneath the waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gaze remained fixed upon Devara quietly now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile the crocodile Devara originally knew let out a low rumbling sound toward its family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow their expressions became even stranger afterwards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fearful. Not hostile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More like creatures remembering something very old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though they had seen this scene before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green-eyed crocodile finally shifted its gaze toward Goddess Ganga in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine river goddess only smiled softly but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That silence alone seemed to confirm something between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara remained completely unaware of the mysterious atmosphere forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply sat down cross-legged before the crocodiles like a child making new friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned looking at the crocodile family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you all going to ignore me forever?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-eyed crocodile slowly blinked once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally the golden-eyed crocodile let out a deep ancient rumble that echoed softly through the divine waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound carried emotion within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition. Memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And perhaps—A little disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because looking at the young king sitting excitedly before them now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...it was hard for the ancient divine creatures not to remember the tiny troublesome child who once chased fish through these same waters while bothering every creature he encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now—That little troublemaker had somehow grown into a crowned king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Devara happily continued playing with the giant crocodiles deep within the divine domain of Ganga, one among them quietly watched him in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same unfortunate crocodile currently being treated like a childhood companion instead of an ancient divine predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its golden eyes rested upon Devara as the young king continued speaking endlessly while trying to pet its snout despite its obvious lack of enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But behind those ancient eyes—Old memories slowly resurfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories from long before rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long before scales and claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long before curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once upon a time—She had not been a crocodile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah she is a women not like this demon child takes her as a man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor a beast lurking beneath sacred waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her name had been Varga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A celestial apsara dancer of extraordinary beauty who once danced within the radiant court of Kubera himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had not been alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sisters had stood beside her always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saurabheyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samichi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vudvuda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five sisters had once lived amidst celestial music, laughter, dance, and divine luxury beneath the golden halls of Kubera’s heavenly domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then—They had been proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too proud. They had lost themselves\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful enough to bend attention toward themselves wherever they traveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And like many celestial beings untouched by suffering—They mistook amusement for harmlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the day everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory still remained painfully clear within Varga’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five sisters had been traveling through a dense earthly forest on their way toward Kubera’s abode when they noticed something extraordinary deep within the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young Brahmin sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seated motionlessly within severe meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what drew their attention was not merely his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spiritual energy surrounding him shone so intensely that the forest itself appeared illuminated like dawn sunlight had descended beneath the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even celestial beings like them had been momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Curiosity had become temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temptation had become arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sisters approached the hermitage laughing lightly among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first it was harmless teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dance nearby. A playful song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers. Laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of ankle bells echoing through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the sage remained completely unmoved—Their pride became challenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone ignore apsaras of Kubera’s court?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly their attempts became bolder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More provocative. More disruptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They danced before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sang seductively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Circled around the meditating sage using every celestial charm they possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet throughout it all—The sage never moved. Never opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never surrendered to distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that silence slowly transformed their amusement into frustration for the all five sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until finally—The sage opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory alone still sent cold fear through Varga even after all these years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest itself had trembled beneath the fury in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone was the peaceful ascetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment he looked like wrath itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual energy exploded outward violently through the trees while the five apsaras immediately realized too late the enormity of what they had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words carved permanently into their existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since you behaved like predators seeking to drag me from my path ...then predators you shall become.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sage’s voice had thundered across the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Live within the waters as man-eating crocodiles for one hundred years!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse struck instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their celestial beauty shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their screams echoed through the forest as divine forms twisted into monstrous aquatic bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scales replaced skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws replaced graceful hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within moments—The proud apsaras of Kubera’s court vanished beneath cursed waters forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the present, Varga slowly blinked while watching Devara continue speaking happily beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The irony felt almost laughable now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years they had terrified countless creatures beneath sacred rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feared. Avoided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cursed beings surviving through isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—This strange human king treated them like oversized pets he had reunited with after childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara suddenly grabbed her jaw playfully again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re ignoring me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varga stared at him silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly looked toward her sisters nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four crocodiles carried similar expressions now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because somewhere deep within their ancient cursed hearts—The presence of this ridiculous king had begun disturbing something they had long forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Devara continued speaking excitedly beside them beneath the sacred waters of Ganga’s divine domain, Varga quietly drifted deeper into memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ancient memory. Painful memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after all these years, she still remembered the terror that seized her and her sisters the moment the young sage’s curse descended upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five celestial dancers had collapsed before the furious sage immediately after their transformations began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their pride vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone were the playful apsaras laughing arrogantly within the forest moments earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they trembled in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They begged. Cried. Wept before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varga still remembered clutching the earth desperately while tears streamed from her eyes as she pleaded for forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They confessed their arrogance. Their foolishness. Their vanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse was too severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far too severe for what had begun as reckless pride and celestial arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though the sage’s anger remained terrifying—Eventually his expression softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite their actions, the young ascetic was still a man of dharma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not withdraw his words once spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse had already taken root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could offer them a path toward liberation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the sage spoke the condition that would shape the next hundred years of their existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shall remain bound within the waters... until a truly virtuous and heroic man drags you from the river onto dry land.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words became the fragile thread of hope the sisters clung to afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with that mercy—The curse itself remained horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were transformed into predators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Man-eating crocodiles driven by violent instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And during the early years of their curse... The hunger had nearly broken them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lost and distraught, the cursed sisters wandered through sacred waters until fate brought them before Narada.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The celestialrishi1had taken pity upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike many who would have only seen monsters, Narada had looked beyond their cursed forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was he who guided them toward the sacred river of Goddess Ganga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, beneath the flowing divine waters, Narada revealed a prophecy that none of them fully understood back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait within these waters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In time ...Devaratha, the son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi, shall free you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory of those words still echoed clearly within Varga’s mind even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He will pull you from the waters ...and restore your true forms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first the prophecy had sounded impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just another distant hope to survive endless cursed years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because during those early days—The curse constantly twisted their minds toward violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward hunger. Toward human flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were times Varga genuinely feared they would lose themselves completely and become nothing more than monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Everything changed after she met him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange child who had wandered fearlessly near the sacred waters one day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child who somehow looked at a giant cursed crocodile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...and immediately decided they were best friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now Varga could still remember her complete disbelief when the tiny boy boldly pointed at her and declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re my crocodile buddy now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fear. Not panic. Not even caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first she assumed he was simply too young to understand danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then something impossible happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After coming into contact with him repeatedly—The violent hunger inside her began fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desire for human flesh weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not completely at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough to notice. Enough to hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually Varga realized the same effect spread toward her sisters whenever she brought them food shared by Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely enough—Even ordinary food touched by him soothed the curse’s influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maddening hunger slowly weakened over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their minds became calmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in decades, they began feeling less like monsters again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because of that, Varga forced her sisters to remain hidden within deeper waters far from humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No unnecessary contact. No risking lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would carry food to them herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gradually... The curse’s madness loosened its grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years later, when Devara eventually left the river for his training and responsibilities above the surface, the waters had felt strangely empty afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varga remembered that loneliness clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she chose meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep silent meditation beneath the sacred currents while repeating his name endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first she did it merely because thinking about the strange child brought calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But over time—Something deeper happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting itself began soothing not only her, but her sisters too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though his presence alone carried strange purification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—After sensing his return to the river once more, Varga had finally brought her sisters to meet him properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only for the reunion to immediately become chaos because Devara launched himself at her like an overexcited child reunited with a lost pet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the present, Varga slowly looked toward him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young king was currently trying to convince the silver-eyed crocodile to let him ride on its back through the divine waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-eyed crocodile looked moments away from emotional collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Devara continued speaking enthusiastically without noticing the suffering around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Varga stared at him with the same exhausted dead-eyed expression as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The little demon became an even bigger demon.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—Deep within her ancient cursed heart—She felt happy very happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite becoming a king...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite carrying kingdoms, wars, and divine blessings upon his shoulders...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara himself had not changed at all.\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>",2163,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","d329d929c92f46e8fd66444063e0bd7e90f1345fae64a66d8c3f78fed7ce23c9","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-124","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-122",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]