[{"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-62":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},1856957,2464,"Chapter 62 - 60: Devastated Shiva... Assassination Attempt On Devara...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-62",62,"\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 guys liked the Chapters... And it might seems like I am dragging on the Chapters. But no Actually it was due to first war is about to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I felt Shiva and Sati story needed to be told. Here... I just got that feeling. So I did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtain fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gently this time—But like something too heavy to be held any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it rose again—The stage had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood—No longer the calm Shiva of Kailash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—Kaal Bhairav\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence alone bent the stage into something darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Mahakali.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as companion. But asforce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them—Gods lay fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not defeated in spectacle—Butimpliedin silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Vishnu stood bound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as weakness—But as a symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was not a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasaftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rajmata Satyavati’s voice echoed again—Now carrying weight that pressed against the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When grief becomes fury ...creation trembles. When love is torn ...even gods cannot stand untouched.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene did not linger. Because it didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtain fell—And rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—A throne room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daksha stood as if he couldn’t believe what was happening before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still. Frozen. Eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because before him—Stood judgement. His death standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only shadows remained through the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blade lifted by Kaal Bhairav who didn’t hesitate even for a single second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause—Then—A single motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadow fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it—Daksha. No blood. No spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the message was clear—Pride had met consequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage shifted again as the screen fell then reopened revealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the chaos which was unfolding. Voices rose. Gods pleaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daksha’s wife wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without him ...order will collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Restore him! Lord Bhairav\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Bhairav did not turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahakali did not speak. They left as they arrived no body could stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because destruction—Does not linger to comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtain fell once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when it rose—Everything slowed as everyone in the audience were waiting for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood again—As Lord Shiva entered the throne room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not the calm ascetic. Not the silent observer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A husband. Broken by the death of his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down besides his burned body of his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Took her in his arms looking at her burned face silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his arms—Sati.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent. Since now she has died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice did not roar. It cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SAATTIIIIIII!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound not meant for gods—But for loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall stilled completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the audience forgot they were watching a play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because grief like this—Does not feel like acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It feelsreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods stepped forward once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Brahma and Lord Vishnu\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Restore him,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pleaded even through they could understand how devasted Lord Shiva was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without Daksha ...balance falters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiva did not respond immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because grief of loosing his other half—Does not negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But eventually—He did aid their plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daksha was given life again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But marked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A goat’s head as replaced his original head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reminder—That pride leaves scars no rebirth can erase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Without another word—Lord Shiva lifted Sati.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a god. But as someone who had lost everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final image—A lone figure carrying love that no longer answered back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the silence that followed—Was louder than any applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the story had ended—But its weight... Remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tragic Love story which audience wished it could be given a good ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few heartbeats after the final scene—Nothing moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No whisper. No rustle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image of Shiva walking away with Sati still lingered in every mind like a shadow that refused to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—One clap.Another. And suddenly—The silence shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices rose like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands clapped in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sages—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ever-unpredictable Durvasa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chant rolled across the arena again and again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just praise for the performance...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reverence for what itrepresented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On stage everyone who had participated in the stage play stood—For a brief moment—No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they weren’t just actors stepping out of roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were still...feeling it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Reality returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked once, the weight of Shiva slowly lifting from his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Gandhari lowered her gaze slightly, still carrying the echo of Sati within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni stretched lightly, breaking the heaviness with a quiet grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well ...we didn’t burn the stage down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama exhaled slowly finally it has finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Close enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint chuckle passed among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the side—Bhishma stood with arms crossed, his stern face softened just enough to show approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four days...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured feeling lighter since no one got cursed by Sage Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...well spent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performers gathered slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief. Pride. Exhaustion could be seen on their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All woven together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what they had carried—Was not just a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was weight. Emotion. Meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the story which shows the world how a true love and a soul mate no matter how much time it takes they would be together no matter how many time they separated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—It had beenreceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara glanced once at the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still cheering. Still chanting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile appeared wide and boastful on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... also satisfied with the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for those four days—They hadn’t just performed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had made peoplefeel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that—Was rarer than victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chants continued to echo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HARA HARA MAHADEV!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The applause had faded. As everyone left the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Gandhara... did not slow down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because tomorrow—Was the wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace pulsed with preparation again—flowers being strung, corridors polished, rituals arranged with almost obsessive care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joy moved everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except—In one quiet balcony overlooking the outer walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood at the edge. Looking outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at the celebration behind him—But beyond the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Ashwatthama leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes sharp even in stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Prince Shakuni—For once—Wasn’t smiling for show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The borders are restless,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama said quietly as he had heard the gaurd reporting to Shakuni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara didn’t turn he had already prepared for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni exhaled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It’s not just movement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s intent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That word lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara finally glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Prince Shakuni continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mathura isn’t subtle when it wants something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And right now ...it wantsthem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No names needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devaki and Vasudeva were the one they were after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s expression didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his focus did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni folded his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kamsa is not the kind of man who lets something like this go easily. According to the information I had gathered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smirk returned—but colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he knows they’re here ...he won’t wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama added as last night his father Drona told him the stories about Kamsa,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He won’t announce it either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that meant only one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’ll send shadows first,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara said he had already familiar with Kamsa’s approach from his memory of his previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if that fails...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lifted toward the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...he’ll come himself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distance—Torches flickered along the outer walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guards moved at the borders. More alert than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And tomorrow is your wedding. My sister’s wedding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange irony. War at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marriage at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara let out a quiet breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then he chose the wrong day. If he decides to strike that day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No arrogance. Just... certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s lips curved slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni chuckled under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then... Let’s hope he arrivesafterthe ceremony.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night had been holding its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper cut through the leaves from the near by tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!!!—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An arrow tore through the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight for Devara’s back. But it never reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama moved as soon as he sensed the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fast—inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow stopped. Caught mid-flight by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat—It trembled between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then stilled. Silence cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama’s eyes shifted toward the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold. Focused. From where the attacked had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...There.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick canopy nearby rustled. Just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cut clean through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boots thundered across stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torches flared. Steel flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surround that tree!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards moved instantly—trained, precise, forming a tightening ring around the dense cluster of leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The branches shifted again. Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come down,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One guard barked at the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama stepped forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still holding the arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at its tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where Poison was applied on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Not a warning,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said flatly turning to look at Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara finally turned casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not startled. Not shaken by the sneak attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lifted to the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alive,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring them down alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command settled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of movement—Three shadows dropped from the branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast. Silent. Since they have already resolved even if they die they will get their job done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daggers drawn as they launched their attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried to break through the guard line—They failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel clashed. Feet stumbled not able to cope up with more numbers then them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was slammed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another disarmed as soon as he launched his attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third barely moved before Ashwatthama stepped in—A single strike to his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knocking the air out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made his jerk backward by the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man dropped to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments—All three were restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni crouched slightly before one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes sharp. Smile gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Mathura?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That answers enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama tossed the arrow aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They came close.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on the captured men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They failed the moment they stepped inside.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards dragged the assassins away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The torches dimmed slightly as the tension settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not an attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And messages like this—Always came in pairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni exhaled slowly seems like all their thinking was for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well ...he didn’t even wait for the wedding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama cracked his knuckles once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news did not travel. Itrushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like fire finding dry wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An assassination attempt—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words leapt across corridors, slipped through curtains, climbed staircases, and landed in every ear that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Concern followed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subala arrived first among the elders of Gandhara, his expression tight with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, his sons followed, no trace of their usual ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Gandhari\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not walk. Shecame fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes searched the moment she entered—Looking for only one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side—Hastinapura had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma, Dhritarashtra, Vidura and Drona\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind them—Satyavati, Ambika, Ambalika\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The palace, moments ago filled with wedding preparations—Now felt like a war council waiting to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stood at the center of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unharmed. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that did not ease them immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari stepped closer—Stopping just short of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze scanned him once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick. Careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when she found no wound—Did her shoulders ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala spoke next, voice firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is no small matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma nodded with a serious expression on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It confirms it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kamsa has moved. And he was going for the kill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name settled heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Kamsa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona’s expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Assassins before war. Don’t he have any dharma in him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura added quietly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which means he is testing defenses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or sending a message.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dhritarashtra turned his head slightly toward Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And that message was meant for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that much was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The captured assassins—They will speak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona nodded with a serious expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They will be made to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Subala gestured toward the inner halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we waste no time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men moved. Together. Toward the interrogation chambers.\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>",2038,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","8dda30885cc39a269f5c6bdc78900cb45e44a43c78a5a17a31124f9577da9546","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-63","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-61",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]