[{"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-63":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},1856958,2464,"Chapter 63 - 61: Painting The Whole Chamber With Blood...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys Action is back... Give me your power stones to power up...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night in Gandhara did not dim. It sharpened with tight security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every corridor watched with vigilance. Every shadow questioned with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every stranger weighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An attack—On the groom who was going to marry their princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Gandhara grounds, The royal palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was not just danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was insult. To the Gandhara kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To its pride. To its authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one took it lightly especially the all the princes and the king Subala.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orders spread like wildfire—Search everyone thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Question everything done by the strangers they felt like needs to be investigated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust no shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if anything seemed even slightly wrong—Arrest first. Ask later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was no longer about safety alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was aboutface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And show the world that no one can step on their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—Devara had already decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could take even two steps—Bhishma stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not harshly. But firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This concerns me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s voice remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And tomorrow concerns you more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the groom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a title. A responsibility for the event which will happen Tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No argument. No room for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just decision he made as his elder brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—Devara looked like he might push back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He exhaled with a pout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not agreement. Not fully. But acceptance of what was laid before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Bhishma was not asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\".....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and Left with a helpless look on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwatthama watched him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He won’t sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni smirked faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No ...but at least he won’t be in our way. To investigate...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that—They left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the place where truth is rarely gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interrogation Chamber...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three assassins were secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No room to move. No room to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their own deaths—Had been denied to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because silence—Would not be allowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours passed....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every methods where tried on them to make them spit out the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They asked every Questions which will be vital information in the upcoming battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressured with many beatings and pains inflicted on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence were the only answer received from the assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again. And again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—A crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them broke finally not able to handle any more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing uneven. Voice strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Twenty-six...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room stilled hearing the number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s eyes sharpened but silently listened as the one who broke spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...There are twenty-six of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...inside the palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That—Changed everything the assassins as already .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona stepped forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin shook his head weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hidden ...waiting ...watching... For the right moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahamantri Vidura spoke next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Their objective?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer came without hesitation now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Kill the prince.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No name needed now everyone in the chamber understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...The one who dares stand against our king ...the one protecting those he seeks...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Kamsa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will not be spared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the assassin wasn’t finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And this is only the beginning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s gaze didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Explain?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...The army is coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper now as he explain the how big Kamsa’s armies were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Rakshasas... warriors... everything ...Mathura will march. ...Gandhara will fall ...for standing with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words lingered like poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not threat. Promise. Of how serious King Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this silence—Was different. Heavier. Then before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—This was no longer an attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice calm. But absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lock down the palace. Double the guards. No one moves without verification.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drona nodded with what Bhishma as said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already thinking ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura’s mind was racing. Calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni’s smile returned—But colder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Twenty-six.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered as he eyed the assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s see how many make it to sunrise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara returned back to his chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber door closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—It was quiet since no one was present insid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft breeze slipped through the white curtains, brushing past Devara’s face like a whisper that knew something he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Hisssss...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned towards the sound where he heard the hissing from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, gliding across the floor—A black cobra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was pitch black with purple eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one that had coiled around him on stage—Playing King Vasuki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You came back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra rose slightly, then slid forward, wrapping around his forearm with quiet familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living ornament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent companion who came back to see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted its head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting second—The world almost felt normal again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The curtain moved. Not by wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bypresence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow slipped across the white fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another. Then many entered the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s smile faded. Just slightly. Looking at the uninvited guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cobra stilled feeling the presence of the unknown hostile presences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room darkened—not in light, but in intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—They stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figures cloaked in shadow. Weapons in their hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes fixed on him like they were some predators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them—Something heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somethingwrong don’t look like humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four of them. Were clearly Rakshasa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-six. The number echoed in Devara’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So that’s where you were.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No fear. Only recognition by the same dress code they wear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently lowered the cobra near a flower vase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snake obeyed. Coiling quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the uninvited guests with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of light—Two blades appeared in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amba–Tejas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel that didn’t just cut—Itanswered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins moved first. All at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a collapsing wave. And Devara—Stepped into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first strike was aimed at him—Was not blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ended forcefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single swing of one of his duel sword—And a man’s arm separated from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhh!!!...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the scream finished—Another blade moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean. Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight through the chest. Showing how calm and composed he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second assassin lifted off his feet—Pinned in that final moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara pulled the blade free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood followed with a trail. Warm. Immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It splashed across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still—He smiled calmly looking at the remaining standing ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wide. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His green eyes gleamed. Not with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With certainty as if the result of this ambush is already decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just a second—The hunters remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not the predators here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had walked into something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that did not panic. Did not rush. Did not falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped back. Just slightly. Enough to show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You came all this way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A step forward as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Don’t stop now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him—The cobra watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still. Unblinking. As if it was watching a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the blades in his hands—Seemed almost eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was no longer an ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a slaughter waiting to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hesitation lasted a heartbeat. Then it shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They regained their composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining twenty-four came at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as individuals—But as a storm which wants to devour its opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows collapsing inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as steel was about to meet flesh—Light answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden radiance burst across Devara’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-FLAAASHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parvati Kavach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worn. Not summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awakened after sensing the attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It formed in a flicker—Like light remembering its purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Clangs! -Clink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every blade struck—And stopped as if it had met a unbreakable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not deflected. Not parried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if reality itself refused to let them pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword halted inches from his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dagger froze before his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear trembled against his chest—Unable to move forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassins’ eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t being blocked by armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were being denied to touch him with their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward. And the storm broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he started his assaults on his enemies with his Amba-Tejas dual swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first strike—Took a head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SPLASH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second—Split through bone like it had no memory of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third—Did not even allow a scream of the one who had received it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation in each strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wasted motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every swing—Ended something called as life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step—Closed a life gate for someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rakshasas roared—Their forms shifting, swelling, trying to overwhelm—They fell the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pierced through the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another cleaved through the neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength. Numbers. Ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it mattered before the one who was killing them like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Devara wasn’t fighting to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fighting toend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splashed all across. Walls caught it. Floor drank it like some water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber—Turned red like some one has painted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in its center—Stood the artist who had made it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Painting with motion as his swords were acting as his brushes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With silence. With inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the guards arrived—It was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what they saw—Was not a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies lay scattered. Weapons fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the middle—Devara stood like a death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood traced across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across his armor. Across his blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes—Still. Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden glow of the kavach slowly dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it once again gone like it was never present in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard swallowed looking around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Gulp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...My lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response. Not immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Devara was still—In it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He exhaled. The blades lowered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Secure the palace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Search every corner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...None must remain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards moved instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—They understood. This was not an attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was war—Already inside their walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the man they were meant to protect—Did not need protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one—They would stand behind while he leads the war dictating its course of direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber no longer looked like a place meant for rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like something that hadended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards moved carefully now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not out of fear of enemies—But out of respect for what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers spread among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He fought all of them...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...alone...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...not even a moment of hesitation...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awe. Disbelief. And something else—Relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because whatever had entered Gandhara that night—Had been answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara did not stay. He bent slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Picked up the black cobra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The serpent coiled around his arm again, calm... as if none of this surprised it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara glanced once at the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned. And walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No drama. No pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a man leaving behind something already finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps echoed faintly through the corridor—Heading toward the bathhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because blood—Needed to be washed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what had happened—Would not leave so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—Two figures arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devaki and her husband Vasudeva they stopped at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight before them—Was not something they were prepared for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not battle. Not defense. Butaftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devaki instinctively tightened her hold on the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vasudeva’s eyes scanned the chamber slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with fear. With understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had seen cruelty. War. Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this—Was something else. Precision. Finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A message carved in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them—The guards spoke in hushed tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He didn’t even let them get close...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...those weren’t normal men...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...rakshasas too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and still...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words drifted as they began cleaning things out at the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devaki listened to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something shifted inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear—Did not vanish. But it... changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time—She saw not just protection—Butpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which will protect her child and them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that could stand against what hunted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vasudeva exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Perhaps...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said quietly choosing his words carefully,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...the sage was right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved toward the direction Devara had gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...we have reached where we needed to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devaki looked down at her child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then once more at the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still shaken. Still uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath it—Something fragile had taken root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not loud. Not certain. But real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the man they had placed their trust in—Had just proven something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with words. But with action painting his chamber with red.\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>",2059,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","ddb4de7d6ab8785672ebb75c87b7f31329319762e64b3bd49ee37e4bb81b61a0","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-64","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-62",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]