[{"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-134":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},1857029,2464,"Chapter 134 - 132: Way To Infiltrate... Coronation Of Dhritarashtra...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-134",134,"\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>Trivenivrata Kingdom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Royal Palace...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the royal gardens of Trivenivrata, the night was peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonless sky stretched overhead while countless stars shimmered above the palace grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanterns illuminated the pathways between flower gardens and lotus ponds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distant sound of guards changing shifts echoed through the palace walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unaware of the chaos unfolding hundreds of miles away, Devara sat beneath a large banyan tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coiled comfortably around his forearm was his unusual companion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cobra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its obsidian scales gleamed beneath the lantern light as it rested quietly upon his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara absentmindedly stroked the serpent’s hood while discussing matters of the kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least that was what he intended to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the conversation had somehow shifted into him describing a new irrigation project and asking the cobra’s opinion as though it were one of his ministers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra simply stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reaction it had perfected over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly the serpent lifted its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its golden eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, its attention shifted toward the northern horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant gaze on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had looked upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not physically. Not directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But enough for its instincts to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The serpent’s body tensed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That immediately caught Devara’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed its gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a faint prickling sensation ran across the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling lasted only a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone watching from far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Measuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to understand him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara slowly turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His emerald eyes swept across the gardens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rooftops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nobody there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hidden assassin. No wandering spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No suspicious figure looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling vanished as quickly as it had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few moments, Devara shrugged his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Probably my imagination.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra continued staring for several seconds longer before finally relaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, Devara rose from the stone bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should head back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black serpent re-coiled itself comfortably around his arm as the king walked toward the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unaware that his brief glance moments earlier had caused absolute devastation elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the forest shared by the five kingdoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surviving practitioners were still recovering from the disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual clearing looked as though a battle had occurred there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burn marks scarred the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several ritual circles had been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ash from the pishacha effigies covered the clearing like grey snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And four practitioners were dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining members of the five clans stood gathered around a large fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their earlier confidence had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place was caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder of the Krityagarha Clan slowly addressed the survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened tonight tells us one thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone listened carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The target is protected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not by ordinary blessings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not by temple charms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not by royal priests.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something divine resides within King Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody argued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had witnessed enough to know that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pishachas had not even reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had merely looked upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And had been destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One practitioner from the Kaalashikha Clan frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then what do we do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder remained silent for several moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally he answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We gather more knowledge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We stop acting blindly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemed sensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we are truly dealing with divinity, brute force rituals will achieve nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need information.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need understanding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And above all...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need people inside Trivenivrata.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That immediately captured everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder pointed toward a map spread across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A kingdom cannot function without merchants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Travelers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pilgrims.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Workers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Artisans.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we place our own people among them...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...we learn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The practitioners slowly began nodding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information was power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power often accomplished what rituals could not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, another group was already preparing the next step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Messages were being written.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not on scrolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through the methods their clans had used for generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Owls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ravens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night messengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout the remainder of the night, birds departed the forest one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flying toward distant regions where the five clans maintained hidden settlements and followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new sanctuary had been found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest between the five kingdoms would become their gathering point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their new base. Their new home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly, over the coming months, more members would arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More practitioners. More knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the final raven disappeared into the darkness, the elder stared toward the distant direction of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others believed they were planning revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others dreamed of controlling the divine power hidden within Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the elder was not so certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the memory of those green eyes still haunted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes had not looked angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had not looked threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had barely looked interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That frightened him more than anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, all they could do was gather information,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Search through ancient texts, and hope that somewhere among the countless forgotten rituals of the world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There existed a method to understand the mystery surrounding the king of Trivenivrata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether that hope would save them...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or doom them...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remained to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Few Months...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The months passed peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prosperity of Trivenivrata continued to grow with every passing season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trade flowed through the three sacred rivers, farmers celebrated successful harvests, and the people spoke proudly of their young king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far to the north, however, another kingdom was preparing for a historic occasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty city of Hastinapura had transformed into a festival of celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every street was decorated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colorful banners bearing the emblem of the Kuru dynasty fluttered from towers and gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers adorned roads and marketplaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Musicians played throughout the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Citizens poured into the streets from dawn itself, eager to witness a day that would be remembered for generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the coronation of Dhritarashtra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kingdom had spared no expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobles from distant lands had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kings, princes, sages, merchants, and dignitaries filled the guest quarters and royal compounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the honored guests were Devara and his household too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can he miss this. This was one of the important event in his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the royal procession of Trivenivrata entered Hastinapura, many people gathered merely to catch a glimpse of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center rode Devara upon his royal chariot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him was Gandhari, returning to the city for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them at the same chariot traveled the five apsara sisters who had now become part of Devara’s household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many citizens stared openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stories of the cursed apsaras had already begun spreading across neighboring kingdoms, becoming the subject of countless exaggerated tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some stories claimed Devara had fought river demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others claimed he had descended into the underworld itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth varied depending on who was telling the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following them was Rajmata Satyavati, whose arrival was greeted with immense respect by the people of Hastinapura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the royal family entered the city, cheers erupted from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers rained from balconies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conch shells echoed across the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children ran through the streets trying to keep pace with the procession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The celebrations continued for several days before the coronation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the auspicious day arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great royal arena of Hastinapura was packed beyond capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kings and nobles occupied the elevated galleries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sages and priests sat near the ceremonial platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of citizens filled every available seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air buzzed with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the chosen moment, Dhritarashtra entered the arena dressed in magnificent royal garments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, many had doubted whether he would ever rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he walked confidently toward the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceremony proceeded with all the grandeur expected of the Kuru dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred waters gathered from holy rivers across Bharatvarsha were used during the rites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests chanted ancient Vedic hymns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blessings of sages echoed through the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the crown was finally placed upon Dhritarashtra’s head, the entire city erupted into celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the crowd could be heard throughout Hastinapura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trumpets sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conch shells echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drums thundered like rolling clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus Dhritarashtra officially became king of the Kuru Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the loudest applause came from Devara himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A proud smile rested on his face as he watched his elder brother achieve what had once seemed impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for a small group seated near the royal platform, another moment held even greater significance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A promise made years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that had shaped the life of a legendary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the coronation celebrations concluded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra rose from the throne and addressed the assembled court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber slowly fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the newly crowned king turned toward a single figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire court became attentive immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone knew the history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew the sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrible vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The promise that had defined Bhishma’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra descended from the throne and approached him personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then before the entire royal assembly, he bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gesture that stunned many younger nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The king of Hastinapura bowing before another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nobody questioned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when that man was Bhishma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra’s voice carried clearly through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandfather.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Years ago you sacrificed your future for this family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You carried burdens that should never have been yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You fulfilled every duty expected of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes grew moist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now it is my turn to fulfill my promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall became utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Dhritarashtra spoke the words many had waited years to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I release you from your obligation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No duty. No responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No chains of the throne. No burden of succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in decades, Bhishma belonged only to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legendary warrior stood motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many present saw emotion appear upon his face for the first time in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Devara felt his chest tighten slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone understood what this moment meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lifetime of sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally acknowledged. Finally repaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For several moments Bhishma simply stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled. A genuine smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One rarely seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The court erupted into applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some nobles openly wiped tears from their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even many hardened warriors found themselves moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, after bidding farewell to the royal family, Bhishma departed Hastinapura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a regent. Not as a guardian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as the burden-bearer of a kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a free man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mounted upon his horse, carrying little more than his weapons and simple belongings, he began a long pilgrimage across Bharatvarsha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To sacred rivers. Ancient temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgotten shrines. Places he had protected all his life but never truly had the freedom to visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he rode away from the capital, many citizens gathered along the roads to pay their respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in many decades, Bhishma’s journey belonged to no kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It belonged to him alone.\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>",1875,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","4a4cfc4ff9107ae9b308be2fdce02eb83c39134182b04ec55ca12e10f79fa62e","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-135","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-133",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]