[{"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-13":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},1857057,2464,"Chapter 13: Gandhara Kingdom... Refusal Of Marriage...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After staying for a night at Surasena Kingdom both Bhishma and Devara departed from there and took the Bhishma’s army from the borders towards the Gandhara Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took them nearly more than half a day of travel to arrive at the Borders of Gandhara kingdom nearly at the evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The journey ended where the land rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jagged peaks. Narrow passes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kingdom of Gandhara stood—Guarded not by walls alone—But by mountains themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was cooler. Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forests clung to stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birds circled high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden paths and caves whispered of:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🧘 sages in meditation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🐾 wild beasts roaming free\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🍯 rare mountain honey\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s eyes sparkled. As he taking in the breath taking view of the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sparkles!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This place feels different.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma didn’t reply. Because he felt it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not beauty like Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army halted at the borders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As per the protocol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s chariot moved ahead—Escorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—The palace gates opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—Stood the ruler of Gandhara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—His queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind—A line. Of princes. Ninety-nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwelcoming beneath politeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma stepped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara followed—Looking around curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Smiled at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m Devaratha.Ganga putra1. And his brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes exchanged glances. Not impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But intrigued. No time wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Chamber...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were led inside—To the meeting chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No feasts. No pleasantries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara sat quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike before—He felt it. The air. Heavy. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...They don’t like this... Clearly written on their face.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma spoke first. Direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why was the proposal declined?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No softness. No diplomacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala looked at his sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They nodded. Then—He spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our daughter does not accept it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And neither do we.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes stepped forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will not give our sister ...to a blind man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No disguise. No sugar. Just truth straight to the face of Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not empty. Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—Respect had thinned. And pride stood exposed between two sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s eyes narrowed. Just slightly. Enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he spoke—His voice carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The marriage...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will take place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I will ensure it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only as a threat shouted—But also as a promise made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unyielding. Absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subala’s expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes stepped forward in anger hearing Bhishma’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tension rose—Like a drawn blade. It reached its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices sharpened. Hands tightened at their swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma stood like a drawn blade—And Gandhara stood like a wall that refused to bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that razor-thin moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s fingers against the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—It cut through everything. All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked at Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not afraid. Not hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... questioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you disrespecting a woman?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not shock. Not confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no one—Had framed it like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma turned fully toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You do not understand brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess Gandhari holds a boon. From Lord Shiva. She will bear a hundred sons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes of Gandhara stiffened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was their sister. Reduced to—A solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma continued with a heavy tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Kuru lineage suffers. Weak heirs. Uncertain future. For the greater good—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She must marry into it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logical. Unyielding. According to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked. Once. Twice. Caught off guard by his open declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his mind—A strange comparison surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...For the greater good...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phrase he had heard before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life. From another old man a certain character from one of the famous movie series Harry Potter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who believed he knew best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who justified everything—With that same logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara sighed. Soft. Disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That reaction—Was not what he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Did he not understand?...Agree?...Admire?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—He saw disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara tilted his head. Then spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because she can give something... She doesn’t get to choose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they landed heavier than any argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes of Gandhara—Straightened caught off guard by the sudden support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in defiance—But in recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because someone—Had finally said it plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara continued his question to Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If someone forces her... Then it’s not marriage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...it’s taking by force. Then what’s the difference between us andrakshasa1\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolute. Even the air seemed to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Bhishma did not respond immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not politics. Not dharma as he understood it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was—Perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfiltered. Uncompromising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is in difficult position to find the suitable answer for Devara’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala watched closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes leaned in slightly but didn’t speak since they too was little stunned by how bold the little kid was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy. Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Devara’s question—No one rushed to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he hadn’t attacked with his words. He had... asked questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara lifted his hand again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to interrupt—But to guide them and show the right path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then let’s ask her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call Princess Gandhari.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ask her what she wants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she says yes—then okay. If she says no—then respect it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Bhishma. Not accusing. But firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re not that low ...to force someone to marry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hung. Not loud. But undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subala’s grip on his seat eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes exchanged glances—Hope flickering where tension once stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind moved quickly—Duty. Lineage. Future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...The Kuru line...The greater good...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara spoke again. Casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost like an afterthought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If not...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’ll tell Mother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence. Absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not justanymother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Ganga\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s birth mother too. The river that raised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force that did not argue—Itoverwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Bhishma’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anger. Not authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—Concern.A very real one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...She warned me...before I brought him...Do not let him be wronged...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—This.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma closed his eyes briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weighing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duty to Kuru Respect for dharma Consequences of refusal And... Mother Ganga’s wrath\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Another thought surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Madra...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another alliance. Another option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Then why not...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma opened his eyes. Calm again. Resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words fell—And the room exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess Gandhari will be called. Her decision...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will be respected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala leaned back slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes relaxed—Not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time—They were not being cornered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were being heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara nodded. Satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back in his seat—As if he had just fixed something simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s Chamber...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her chamber—Gandhari stood before a Shiva linga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands folded. Eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her prayer was not long—But it was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A servant arrived. Whispered to the maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid looked at her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess... they are calling you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in fear. In resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She completed her prayer. Then turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked towards the meeting room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Room...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting hall held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side—Subala and his sons. Still. And alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other—Bhishma. Unmoved. Still in thought\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside him—Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging his feet slightly. Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari entered. Calm. Graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath it—A storm held in perfect control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bowed first to her father. Then her brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mahamahim Bhishma.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respectful. Unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma did not delay any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you willing to accept this marriage alliance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pressure in tone. But weight in meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds passed. Then more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this answer—Would not only decide her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would decide many others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her gaze. Voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do not wish to marry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not because the prince is blind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But because...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I believe I will find my love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice softened—But did not break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the blessings ofMahadev1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words landed gently—But their meaning was immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subala exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princes stood taller. Not in defiance—But in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma closed his eyes briefly. Not in defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is her will....And now...it has been spoken.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes. And spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The alliance ...is withdrawn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara leaned back slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tension faded—A familiar pulse echoed in Devara’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[–DUM!–DUM!–]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎯 [Major Event Completed...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Prevented forced marriage of Gandhari.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎁 [Reward Granted: +500 Karma Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚖️ [Updated Karma Balance...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Previous: 3525\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gained: +500\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total: 4025 Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked seeing how much karma points he gained for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Changing big things gives big points...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smile appeared. Not greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma rose from his seat. Calm. Resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The matter is concluded.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will take our leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bitterness. No argument. Just closure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could move—King Subala stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mahamahim...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room stilled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight... is my daughter’s birthday.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone softened—Not political. Personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let there be no bitterness between us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma paused. This was not expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few moments ago—They stood on opposite ends of a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—An invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To stay. To share. To acknowledge peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced briefly at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was already nodding signalling him to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We should stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma exhaled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We accept your hospitality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room changed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time—Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles appeared on the faces of the princes relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as enemies. But as hosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension had dissolved—Replaced by something unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crown prince stepped forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This way, Mahamahim.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma nodded calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara followed—Still looking around curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were escorted through stone corridors—Cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Echoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until they reached the guest chambers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spacious. Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet carrying the quiet pride of Gandhara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara hopped onto a seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from the palace—Deep within the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High on a rocky cliff—Stood Shakuni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused. Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him—A massive beehive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden. Heavy. Alive with buzzing fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped himself tightly—Layers of thick cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke rose—Curling into the hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bees scattered—Angered. Confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shakuni did not flinch. He climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step—Until he reached it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blade in hand—Slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hive broke free. Heavy. Dripping golden sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He descended carefully—Carrying it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where soldiers waited since the prince as commended them to wait here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his sister he need to bring it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worked together—Extracting the honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly. Carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—A pot was filled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brimming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure mountain honey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni looked at it. A faint smile forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’ll like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not political. Not cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—A brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the pot secured—He began his journey back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the same rugged paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same silent mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware—That while he climbed cliffs—Something far greater had shifted in his kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the disaster—The hatred—The chain of destruction—That once began here—Had already been cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he even returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The market of Gandhara bustled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices overlapped. Coins clinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merchants called out—And somewhere within the flow—Two figures stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still. Hooded. Listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...They say her eyes alone—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...could make any man fall in love—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Princess Gandhari is unmatched...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words drifted. Carried like sweet poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their heads turned—Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the palace. They walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hurried. Not suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—The crowd thinned. The noise faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And silence returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—They stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hoods fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures emerged. Not human.Rakshasas1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaalvakra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two twisted horns,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning red eyes, A grin lined with jagged teeth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ekanetra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single horn at the center of his forehead, Long curved fangs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes that lingered... too long\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creatures of hunger. Living off stolen cattle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding where they pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaalvakra chuckled low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eyes that can make men fall...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ekanetra licked his fang slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Lick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to see them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Up close.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not admiration. Not curiosity. Something darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Royal palace is transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamps lit every corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Music drifted through the halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guests arrived in waves—Nobles. Allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night pulsed with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dancers moved in rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sages offered blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not everyone stayed within the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly. Curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His feet carried him to the palace garden—A place untouched by celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers bloomed under moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragrance filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind moved gently—Unlike the restless mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Nice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara whispered in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara moved toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—Under a tree—Sat Gandhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a princess. Not as a political figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—A girl. Taking a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the one who approached—Was not a guard. Not a servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the same boy at the meeting chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who according to what her father said spoke on her behalf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Oh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Devaratha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But everyone calls me Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I saw the garden. So I came.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It’s peaceful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari smiled faintly hearing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara’s eyes dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding something delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small. Carefully shaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made of fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned closer to take a look at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Did you make that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not regal. Not distant. Just... warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at it. Turning it gently between her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It helps pass time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I think too much.\"\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>Thanks for reading the Chapter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please give a review!!! And power stone too!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys it will motivate me more?\u003C\u002Fp>",2275,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.417Z",1,"novelbin.me","bf1a1af08487592f183cc31b374bac3d9fac51a724fd977aab463dbfe9d0aceb","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-14","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-12",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]