[{"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-52":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},1856947,2464,"Chapter 52 - 50: Six Days Before Marriage... Story Play Of Shiv & Sati....","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-52",52,"\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>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winds of Gandhara did not merely blow that week... theywhispered, carrying silk, sandalwood, and the faint tremor of something fated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great arena, once a ground of martial pride, had transformed into a living tapestry of celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pillars wrapped in marigold garlands rose like golden flames, while artisans moved like tireless ants—hammering, polishing, weaving—until the very air shimmered with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, amidst all that grandeur, two souls kept trying to steal fragments of quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari, the princess whose calm held the depth of a still ocean... and Devara,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose presence seemed to attract everyone’s attention no matter where he is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried to have quite time for them selves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods, how they tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate had stationed its sentinels well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, as Devara leaned slightly closer beneath a flowering arch,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After carefully noted no one is paying attention to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s veil trembling in the breeze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice interrupted then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni appeared like an inconvenient shadow, arms folded, eyes gleaming with mischief and calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother-in-law,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said with a thin smile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"the entire kingdom prepares for your wedding... and here you are rehearsing secrecy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Devara could respond, another voice, softer yet far more commanding, drifted in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince Shakuni... let them breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rajmata Satyavati stepped forward, her presence like a calm tide that silenced even the sharpest edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze lingered on Devara—not with scrutiny, but something closer to... quiet approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not his birth mother, ever since Ganga had wed Shantanu, Satyavati who married the king too had become his mother to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And unlike the others, shesawhim—not just as a prince, but as something... deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said gently, glancing at Gandhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before the someone remembers you and started looking for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting moment, time loosened its grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like all stolen moments... it slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—Duty marched on, unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma stood like an unbreakable pillar, overseeing the arrangements with the precision of a seasoned commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Vidura moved with quiet efficiency, his keen eyes missing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The guest list...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura murmured, scanning the scroll which Devara has given for his side which he had invited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. I am aware.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two names alone were enough to make even kings uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sage Durvasa and Lord Parashurama\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very air seemed to tighten at their mention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Durvasa,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura said carefully choosing his words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"is not merely a guest... he is a storm with a temper.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Guru Parashurama,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma added seriously he needed to make sure his guru witness anyadharma1act which will make him angry,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"is a blade that remembers every insult ever given todharma1.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. Both looked at each other in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let us pray,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura said dryly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"that neither finds reason to demonstrate their... reputations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day Six before the Wedding...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The preparations took a different turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena, already grand, began transforming into something else entirely—a stage not for marriage... but formemory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For tragedy. For devotion. For love that defied the cosmos itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Gandhari’s wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple one, spoken softly... yet carrying the weight of her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to portray Mother Sati...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, with eyes that held both innocence and quiet insistence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and I wantyouto be Lord Shiva.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, Devara had simply stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the request was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because of what itmeant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first tragic love of the yugas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sati’s devotion. Shiva’s grief for his love. Who he couldn’t save that time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A love so absolute that it burned through existence itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story of his father and mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now... they were tobecomeit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had asked, her gaze unwavering looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if she won’t take no for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, refusal was never an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I will do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—He stood alone near the stage, the world fading into distant noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So since the drama will be done by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started preparing for his role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand was the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not written by scholars. Not dictated by tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But crafted by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each line measured. Each pause intentional. Each emotion carved like scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tightened slightly around the parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t just a play...\" he murmured under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because somewhere between ink and intention—Between Gandhari’s eyes and his own silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also something that will honor his mother and father. About their love which was bound and timeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena no longer felt like a wedding ground. It felt like a stage where destiny itself had been invited to take a seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara moved through the preparations like a quiet architect of fate, placing people not where theywantedto be... but where the storyneededthem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrolls passed from his hand to many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roles were assigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fates were sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni, ever curious, ever calculating, had approached with that familiar sly tilt of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A role for meMitra1?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara had looked at him... then smiled. Not warmly. Not coldly. Just... knowingly sly smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of the most important roles in the entire play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all it took for Shakuni to take the bait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—Shakuni stood staring at the script, his expression slowly twisting as realization dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prajapati Daksha...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered stunned in realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daksha the mad follower of Lord Vishnu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very embodiment of arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man whose pride burned his own daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face turned from smirk to pale as he read the script goes on and the last line with a note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sage Durvasa will be watching the play. So portray him well my friend. World won’t forget your sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the arena,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara did not look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if one watched closely... there was the faintest hint of satisfaction in his stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma had not been spared either for being his elder brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Devara had approached him, the conversation had been brief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, I require someone who represents creation, wisdom, and authority.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma had agreed before even hearing the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he stood, holding the script with a long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Brahma...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brahma\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A role of calm observation... and quiet helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a note: He would suit that role well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, even Bhishma gave Devara a look that said,you planned this too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Vidura hid the faintest smile behind composed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others were drawn in just as carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some through persuasion. Some through respect for the princess Gandhari’s wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some... through traps disguised as honor as if Devara shamelessly dragged them in telling them in the whole universe they was the only one who could pull off the role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each placed like a chess piece on a board only Devara could fully see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was never just a performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a tribute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his father. To his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who will definitely arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a love story that ended in fire... yet echoed through eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the news spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like wildfire dancing across dry grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The prince himself will perform.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The princess too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They are playing Lord Shiva and Mata Sati!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—Gandhara stirred once again with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People poured into the arena in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merchants closed their shops early this was a rare occasion which they don’t want to miss it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A prince and a princess was about to do a stage performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors arrived still in armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Children sat on shoulders of their father to gain the height advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the air seemed to hum with expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And among them—Those who carried a presence far heavier than kings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sages. Silent. Observing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoved by excitement... yet drawn by something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of them sat one figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a volcano pretending to be a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sage Durvasa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No grand entrance. No announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His matted locks rested against his shoulders, eyes half-closed as if the world around him was of little importance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet beneath that calm—A storm waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he arrived here since Devara as invited him. How can he miss his disciple’s marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was attracted to this arena\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not come for spectacle. He had not come for celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come because of a whisper which got his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’His disciple... performing his Lord Shiva along with the princess who he was going to marry. Who is going to do the role of Mother Sati.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he sat. Watching the commotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, other sages exchanged quiet glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then tonight will not be ordinary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backstage—The lamps were being lit one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The costumes prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ash. Rudraksha. Silk. Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the center of it all—Devara stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The script now rolled and set aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what was about to unfold...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was no longer written in ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the crowd—A breeze passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the arena quited down as if somehow everyone sensed a calmly effect on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s eyes opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slightly. Just enough feeling the presence. Which as descended on theBhulok.1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the briefest moment—They locked onto Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was looking through the slightly opened curtain to see the how much audience as arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence conversation passed between them a guru and disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy.Ancient. Recognizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage drums sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-DUM! -DUM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-DUM!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once... Twice.... A third time—Like the heartbeat of something awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus—The play of the first tragic love... Was about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drums fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush spread across the arena, not forced... butdrawn, as if every breath in Gandhara had been gently held captive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm. Commanding. Timeless. Echoed across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than Rajmata Satyavati.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before creation took form... before time learned to flow... before even the gods knew their own names... there existed a question.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words did not merely travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theysettled—like sacred dust over every listening soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center stood Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—Shiva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ash smeared across his form, matted locks cascading, the trident resting beside him like a silent vow. His stillness was not emptiness... it was depth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his right, Bhishma as Brahma—calm, composed, yet carrying the quiet weight of creation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his left, Ashwatthama as Vishnu—serene, observing, like an ocean that had seen countless storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And between them—A question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who came first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Brahma asked, his voice measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who existed before existence itself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Vishnu added, gaze distant with this unanswered question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Lord Shiva spoke. Or rather... Devarabecamethe voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we exist... then something must have willed it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words left him—A ripple passed through the audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story was taking a different and interesting begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a controversial topic right from the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the sage who worship Lord Vishnu spoke in a confidence tone that Lord Vishnu existed before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the sages who worship Lord Shiva objected them outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While still looking at the performance continuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not of sound. But offeeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three decided.They would seek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldknow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so—Time began to fracture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenes flowed like rivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years became moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments became echoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage shifted through light and shadow, showing their search across realms unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains climbed. Oceans crossed. Cosmos questioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No origin. No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only silence stretching endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Brahma lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I found nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Vishnu exhaled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nor did I.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—All eyes turned to Lord Shiva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara did not move immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that pause...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something strange happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who knew this was a play—Forgot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what stood there was no longer a prince acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a being... refusing to accept ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they struck like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus—Lord Shiva chose penance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single spotlight remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seasons passed in breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow gathered. Fires burned. Storms raged. Showcasing how many ages as passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the beginning\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through it all—He did not move nor breaking his penance.\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>",2019,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","c726ab64825958240da3079b59c37d05f1347088fdb930f169342043ac2bf2ef","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-53","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-51",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]