[{"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-21":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},1857065,2464,"Chapter 21 - 20: Amba-Tejas... Nearly Impossible To Defeat Him In Water...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys with this Chapter Volume-1 Introduction Finishes...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next From Tomorrow It Will Be The Start Of Volume-2 Sage Durvasa Training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Battle Arc’s with few Demons main villan of this Volume isTrinavarta1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you can leave behind a review. Which would help me expand the reach of this novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--> Comment here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara held the twin swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light still pulsed along their edges—Alive. Aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar chime echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[–DUM!–DUM!–]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎯 [New Weapon Registered...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚔️[ Twin Divine Blades:\"Amba-Tejas\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The radiance of Amba’s will—justice that refuses to fade.\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Boosts:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🌌 Core Effect – Karma Resonance:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Increased lethality against opponents with negative karma toward women\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Targets who: Deceived. Forced. Betrayed suffer amplified damage\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⏳ Judgment Amplification:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damage doubles with every passing minute in combat\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer injustice stands...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harsher the punishment becomes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚔️ [Abilities:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1. ✨ Undeniable Edge\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can cut through even Vajra-like defenses Ignores conventional durability\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2. ⚡ Flash of Verdict\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emits rapid bursts of divine light Disrupts enemy coordination and vision\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3. 🌩️ Minor Lightning Dominion\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can channel and guide lightning Enhances strikes with electrical bursts.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panel faded. But Devara didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened slightly. Not because of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of her. Amba\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had chosen this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not forced. Not broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet sigh escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his eyes. Toward Bhishma\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who stood there—Looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who had just understood something too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara spoke. Simple. Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With great power...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...comes great responsibility.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words landed. Not loudly—But deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire space froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because those weren’t just words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were—A mirror of what just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma stepped forward. And pulled Devara into a hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Careful. Gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the size difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see it now. What my choices have done...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted—To where Amba once stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She carried that weight... because of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Bhishma wasn’t speaking as a guardian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a warrior. But as a man who had made a mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Devara’s Mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice burst in—Loud. Annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"DON’T BELIEVE HIM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked hearing Amba’s annoyed voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This old fox is acting!I KNOW HIS TYPE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amba. Still fiery. Still very much herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked at the twin swords—Still glowing faintly in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thought crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Where do I even keep these...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have a sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No place for something this... alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could think further—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-FLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning flickered. The swords vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked caught off guard by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A familiar voice echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you need me...call my name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Amba-Tejas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Gave a small thumbs up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Convenient.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body shrank again—Back to his usual 5-year-old form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering presence—Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—Just a child again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—A heavy presence moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama stepped ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been waiting. Patiently. Watching everything unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze settled on Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not harsh. Not cold. But—measuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I recently met Sage Durvasa...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name alone made several people stiffen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He spoke of a child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Who would need guidance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama continued—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not from one teacher. But many. Sages. Warriors. Even gods.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed slightly. Toward Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Durvasa will guide your yogic energy. He is unmatched in that domain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smirk adorned on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boons... and curses alike.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He tapped the ground lightly with his axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will train you in weapons. Especially archery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the part that made everyone uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Others... will come when the time is right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that meant—This wasn’t just training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was preparation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Devara’s mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[–DUM!–DUM!–]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎯 [Main Quest Generated...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[\"The Eightfold Gurukul Path\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Train under 8 Masters across different disciplines\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🏆 Rewards (Per Completion):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+1500 Karma Points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unique inheritance \u002F ability (varies by Guru).]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stared at the panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward. Folded his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guru.\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word carried weight. Not just respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Final. Then turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But paused—Just for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without turning back—He spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Durvasa will arrive... at sunrise. Be ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—He was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices returned. Breath returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the first to move—Was Satyavati\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward quickly—Eyes scanning Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concern plain on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you hurt?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands gently checked his arms, shoulders—As if confirming he was still whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—She had grown attached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his laughter. To his mischief. To him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara scratched his cheek lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...but it’ll be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And before anyone could stop him—He turned. And ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight toward the river. And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SPLASH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jumped into Ganga River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is he doing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pandu stepped forward instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura frowned for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Bhishma looked surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—Ganga And Bhudevi\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shared a quiet smile. Because they knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the water—Something changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river didn’t just flow—It embraced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a mother holding her child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes passed....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water dripping from his hair. His body—Whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a scratch. Not a bruise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injuries—Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what they saw—Was not normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was—Divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga stepped forward. Her voice calm. Yet absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as he stands within water...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...defeating him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze rested on Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will be nearly impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words settled like a decree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s eyes narrowed slightly hearing his mothers words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura absorbed it silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pandu exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Changed everything how the world would view Devara in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the marriage of the three Kuru princes were finsihed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara decided to stay back and spend time with his mothers since he would began his training tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he remembered his friend who had not met for past few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after informing his mothers Devara jumped into the river Ganga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the crowds and royal families returned to the Kuru Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The currents carried Devara swiftly through the embrace of the Ganga River\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a fish returning home. Like a child returning to something simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emerged near the familiar clearing—Where laughter once echoed louder than war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—On a handmade swing—Sat Ashwatthama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kicking the dirt absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—He saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama jumped off instantly—Ran forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where were you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the raw panic of a child who thought he was forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara scratched his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Scratch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I went to the Kuru palace...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Like telling the most normal thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and fought my brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama froze hearing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You did WHAT?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara explained everything—The journey. The fight. The victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama listened—Eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was hearing a legend—Except the legend was standing in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Just like that—They moved on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To catching crabs in the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because some things—Should never change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While digging through the wet soil—Devara spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From tomorrow... I’ll start training. With many gurus. First Maharishi Durvasa is coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s hands stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mud slipped through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So... you won’t come anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was quiet. But heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped closer—Placed a hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firm. Certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You train with your father. I’ll train with my gurus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grin appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When we’re done... You’ll be my spear. Piercing enemies. And Karna—will be my shield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sadness—Gone. Replaced by fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll become the strongest spear! We’ll destroy all the bad people!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Karna?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow turn to look at Devara with a confused look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara chuckled hearing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A boy I met. We played archery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Too simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Archery?...Another boy?...Shield?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama eyes narrowed slightly slightly feeling jealous about the boy who he had not met yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to take best friend place from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent decision formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...I’ll be stronger than him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evening air carried the scent of earth and woodsmoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona’s Hut...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the quiet hut—Drona sat calmly, speaking with Kripi\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—The door burst open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama rushed in—Eyes blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Drona and Kripi paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not his usual tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama stood straight. Fists clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teach me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Weapons. Archery. I want to become stronger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona raised an eyebrow slightly hearing his sons question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And why... this sudden desire?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama answered instantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to defeat Karna.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona blinked caught off guard by his response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kripi blinked looking at her serious son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both exchanged a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Karna?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona leaned forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is this Karna?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama paused. Thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I don’t know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara met him. He’s strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough. A small chuckle escaped Drona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mocking. But amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child’s rivalry. The kind that forges warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his son tells his meet up with Devara today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona nodded his head this time seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well. Your training begins...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...in one week.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s face lit up instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone just handed him a weapon already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ashwatthama rushed off—Drona’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kripi looked at him quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—Another thought lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona spoke slowly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sage Durvasa...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name itself carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sage known as much for his wisdom—As for his wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kripi’s brows furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That child... will he be alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona closed his eyes briefly. He had heard enough stories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seen enough signs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Devara—Was not ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can only hope... he returns safely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sat in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand rituals. Just—A simple prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a child—Walking into a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Ganga’s Domain...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the flowing embrace of the Ganga River\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft currents. Glowing waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And warmth that didn’t come from the sun—But from presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga sat beside Devara—Feeding him with her own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each bite—Slow. Careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she was making up for every moment he spent away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her—Bhudevi listened with a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Devara animatedly told his story—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then I hit him like this—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he flew—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands waved wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water rippled around him in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though—They had already seen everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They still listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because hearing it from him—Was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now—No battles. No destiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a child—Telling stories to his mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The mood shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga’s expression grew serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tomorrow... you will meet Durvasa.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the water seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhudevi added softly with same seriousness—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His patience...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is thinner than a strand of hair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga leaned closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even a small mistake... can bring a curse. A deadly one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhudevi sighed lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even Lord Shiva... was not spared from his anger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara nodded. Serious. Who would want to be cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll be careful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—That serious face lasted exactly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes began scanning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left. Right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Where’s he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both goddesses paused. Then exchanged a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they knew exactly—Who he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile Poor Crocodile who was enjoying his rare peace saw something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distance—A ripple formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A familiar shape slowly turned—And immediately tried to swim away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HEY!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And dashed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodile froze mid-escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Not again...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara grabbed him. Happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re my ride today! Again... You seems very happy...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodile looked at Ganga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Help?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga smiled gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhudevi looked away. No help was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the quiet borders of Anga Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna Hut...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small hut stood under the fading light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Humble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—Karna stood before his parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as someone who had made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father... I’m going to find Lord Parashurama.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adhiratha blinked hearing his son’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radha froze too was looking at him with wide eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radha stepped forward instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would you say something like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not a small journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was—A path filled with uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re still a child... Stay here. We will find another way—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Karna shook his head. Firm. Unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held something new—Not curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to become a great archer. Not just good... the best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory flickered—Devara’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find a guru... show him your resolve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single sentence—Had rooted itself deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna clenched his fists in determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I learn under Lord Parashurama... I can become one of the greatest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know I can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adhiratha watched quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not interrupting. Because he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same fire—That doesn’t listen to fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radha’s grip loosened. Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she understood—This wasn’t something she could stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only something she could pray for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand moved to his head. Gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then go... but come back safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the sun fully rose—Karna stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small bag. A handmade bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a dream larger than both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know where exactly to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only rumors. Whispers. But that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because sometimes—The path reveals itself...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to those who start walking.\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>-->(Here you could pin a story which they knew could be connected to the story. You could write in comment. Hope you guys leave behind a review. Which will be helpful.)\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>",2274,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.417Z",1,"novelbin.me","2b7c917b55f6db5635251ba5e1ca6b9e3992138d5d67acee993db08ef3f50426","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-22","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-20",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]