[{"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-34":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},1857078,2464,"Chapter 34 - 32: Time For New Guru... Kill Or Die...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--> Comment here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys we have reached 106 Power stones. With all your supports. Thanks for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hope we would soon reach that 150 mark with all your support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys you could share if you have any remarks until now. And for review it could help me how you view it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is a review with only .... and one star. I don’t know what to take from it. And the Chapter he read it didn’t even show he read Chapter 1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this how the review normally works. Or Did I miss something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Few Weeks...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Parashurama Returned to Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already seen it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A body. Headless. Rotting. Poison eating through even death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need explanation. He knew that poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that precision. Feeling one of his enemies who wanted to take revenge on him targeted after he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—He came faster. Not as a teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as someone who needed to confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived at the top of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two boys. Standing side by side. Training. Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet breath escaped him. Relief. Washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something had happened to them he would have never able to forgive him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he will be failing as aGuru1who failed to protect his students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That too the one carrying the fate of the Yug as Sage Durvasa once told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him back. Both Devara and Karna paused their training and greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GreetingGuru1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GreetingGuru1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then they began to explain what happened here after he left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He listened carefully and taking in all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everything happened. To Trinavarta’s end. To Devara’s choice. To mercy for his enemy who surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head dipped slightly as he nod in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Devara has. Not just strength. But judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the story moved to Indra—He heard that part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demanding the bow shamelessly. Speaking of \"balance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama’s grip tightened. His blood began to boil. Veins rose. All over his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he was considering did he miss a another king’s head before he ended the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That man...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice didn’t rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the anger in it—Was unmistakable. If Indra was here Devara was sure he would be missing a leg or two at the hands of lord Parasurama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came—Karna’s story. Which made even guru Parasurama stunned and shocked but also feeling pity for his student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karna\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The son ofSurya1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abandoned by his own mother at the river banks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raised by his new family who adopted him as their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forged by life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama looked at Karna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a student. But as potential to make the world acknowledge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will train you fully. Into a warrior ...the world cannot ignore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He turned. Toward Devara as he announces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your training here...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is complete.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked caught off guard by his announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But...Guru1... I’m still learning archery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama laughed softly hearing the panic in Devara’s voice. Not mocking. But knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you will continue. Under your third guru.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened. Voice steady. As he proudly began to tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The strongest archer. The pinnacle of archery. The one ...every archer looks up to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Lord Parasurama’s declaration about his thirdGuru1who he had not yet met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s confusion deepened. But so did something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if even Lord Parashurama—Disciple of Lord Shiva\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spoke like this—Then this wasn’t ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama. Closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mantras flowed from his mouth—Not loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—It Appeared\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An axe. But nothisaxe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the familiarVidyudabhi.1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one—Was different in colour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden blade. A silver handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exact opposite of Lord Parasurama’s axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Embedded with deep red gems—Glowing faintly... Like embers waiting for war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama opened his eyes as he looked at the axe in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This ...isRudhirabhra1. It is the twin brother of my own weapon. Equal in form... Equal in indestructibility... Equal in sharpness...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Not in Nature...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze deepened as he spoke about the difference between his axe and this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mine commands lightning. It grows stronger through speed, force, and precision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one ...thrives on battle itself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The axe pulsed. Almost... responding. To the claim of Lord Parasurama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The stronger the opponent... The greater their numbers... The more it awakens. And unlike mine ...it does not always wait for its wielder. It can act on its own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this wasn’t just a weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It has a own will and power to act on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which makes it unpredictable to the enemies who its wielder faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama extended it. Taking one last look at the axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward. Took it. With both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And bowed deeply in respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will wield it with care.Guru1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for The Guru Dakshina part where the stundets needs to give something to their guru or needed to fulfill their wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Parashurama shook his head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You already have.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked confused when did he do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You completed what I could not... Years ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name hung in the air—Unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel with him and defeating him in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara nodded slowly. Not pride. But acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When will my next guru arrive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parashurama smirked faintly hearing his curious tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Any moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that—He turned. And left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned. Once lord Parashurama left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Karna. Stepped forward. And hugged Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firm. Resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a vow without any witness to place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re walking a path guided by many. A destiny bigger than most. According to what I can understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll be your shield. Whatever comes... I’ll stand beside you. As your friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placed his hands on Karna’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand speech. No dramatic promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because some bonds—Don’t need words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Devara held the axe—It spoke. Not in sound. But in intent through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally... A wielder. Let me fight. Give me strong ones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brawlers... I like brawlers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rudhirabhra pulsed like a caged beast finally smelling war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the side—Amba-Tejas hummed calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Pinakodanda remained composed. Like a king watching chaos unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the voice of the Rudhirabhra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked. And for a moment—A strange memory surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naruto\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud boy declaring—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll become Hokage!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does this axe sound like him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flicker of thought—The axe vanished from his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting. Patient. Hungry. For battles and make its name renowned all across the universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara noticed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four figures. Walking up the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No weapons. No visible power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something—Didn’t match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no common people would approach Mahendragiri Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since even through it was the residence of Lord Parasurama but the forest around it also the inhabitant for dangerous wildlives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward. Calm. Polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you looking for someone? Or perhaps lost? I can guide you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family halted hearing his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes—On him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—The man stepped forward. Middle-aged. Ordinary... at first glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his presence—Was steady. Grounded. Seems to be the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was giving a feeling. Like a mountain pretending to be human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle aged man shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara paused for a second. Just a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Composed. As he understood what it means. He bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you... my thirdguru1?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man laughed. Warm. But layered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-HAHAHAHA!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That ...is not decided yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened slightly. As if accessing Devara’s from top to bottom with his eyes alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not threatening—But testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impress me. With your archery. Then... I may accept you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the blade beneath the words—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fail ...and I walk away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain stilled after the man’s declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the wind seemed to pause. Because this wasn’t a casual test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was selection to see whether he is worth the man’s time in training him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pointed. Down below the mountain they were standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deer. Far. Almost a whisper in the forest. Who was drinking water from a small pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you hit it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara straightened hearing his question. A small proud puff of his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the months of training. Years of discipline. A bow that answered his call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pinakodanda.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shimmered. The bow appeared. Alive. In his raised hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he aimed at the deer as.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the string—And yogic energy gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark. Condensed. Spiraling into form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arrow. Perfect simple one. With sharp edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything aligned perfectly. Wind. Distance. Breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shot—Was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Devara needs to do was release the shot and it will hit the target with deadly precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He Stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker crossed his face. Something small. Something easy to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The string loosened as he stopped his intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow—Dispersed into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain waited for his answer. Why did he stop his attack even through everything is perfectly aligned with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man watched Devara calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara turned to face the middle aged man. Bowed in respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not shoot. Forgive meguru.1\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s eyes sharpened hearing Devara’s refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara spoke calmly taking a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Its abdomen... Slightly swollen. It drinks water more than it needed for its thirst. Its legs tremble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is pregnant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind softened hearing his answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a breeze passes his face as his hair flew slightly. As he spoke seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is not just a deer. It is a mother. Carrying life. To kill it now ...isadharma.1For her. And for the life that hasn’t even seen this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face didn’t soften. Didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you wish to learn under me. You need’s to fulfil his demand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer about archery. Not about skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was about who he is... who he choose to be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara shook his head. Firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed again in respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s expression darkened. Anger—Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the boy had just done something dangerous—He chose principle over opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was to learn under him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s patience snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more testing tone. No more calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice hardened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shoot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a request. A command. With authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood still. Eyes steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough. The man’s anger flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with a mere thought—A Bow Appears in his hand\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not summoned with words. Not called with effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply was. In his hand. Ancient. Heavy. Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bow rose. Not toward the deer. But toward Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The string pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And energy gathered—Not ordinary. Not simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An astra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Disobey again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped—Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and your punishment will be harsher.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words fell—The mountain changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not natural. Not random.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep beneath—Something stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Bhudevi. Did not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the land did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust lifted. Trees bent. The air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the earth itself whispered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood. Facing the drawn bow. Facing death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—Unmoving.\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>",1898,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.417Z",1,"novelbin.me","3812f7571f79b54ab877590c78366a9ad1cd6bba6780a25ca9362821a7fef2b9","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-35","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-33",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]