[{"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-65":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},1856960,2464,"Chapter 65 - 63: Haldi Ceremony... Gandhari Receives Devara’s Gift...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After 15 minutes...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new chamber did not feel unfamiliar which was given to him since the previous one is still out of order to be used again due to his art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This new one. It felt... prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garments lay waiting—soft, light, touched with a quiet elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ornaments rested beside them—not heavy with power, but refined, deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gifts from his mothers Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara dressed without hurry while humming lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was not for armor. Not for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today—Was ritual Haldi ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he stepped out, the courtyard had already transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Haldi ceremony began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden paste—turmeric, oil, and water—glowed like sunlight held in human hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First—His mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Ganga stepped forward, her touch gentle as flowing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Bhudevi followed, her hand steady, grounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turmeric marked his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For blessing. For protection. For transition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Rajmata Satyavati\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated. Just a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara has insisted them to do the cermoney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Followed by Ambika and Ambalika\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked unsure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not distant—But uncertain of their place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara simply smiled. And insisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough. They stepped forward. And joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paste touched his skin again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time carrying something different—Acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came Madri\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her touch light. Thoughtful as she did her turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—The men since now it was their turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma, Vidura, Dhritarashtra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less delicate. More direct instead of applying they were scoping and pasting it on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior’s blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter followed by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Hahaha!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guests joined in seeing Devara’s reaction as his face was covered fully in turmeric paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands marked him again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold over skin. Gold over presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara’s attention—Was elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quiet. Watching everything. Smiling at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forms—Disguised. Perfectly. To everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because disguise—Works only on those who look with eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not on those whoknow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Shiva, Goddess Parvati. Lord Vishnu, Goddess Lakshmi, Lord Brahma, Goddess Saraswati were the one in the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trimurti. And Their consorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as rulers of existence. As... parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them—Kartikeya and Ganesha\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And three young figures—Their sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him. Curious. Measuring as if they had found something new to mess with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their little brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s gaze met theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter of the Haldi courtyard softened as the last of the guests stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden traces shimmered across Devara’s skin—layer upon layer of blessing, touch, and belonging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—His gaze remained fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where they stood. Watching. Smiling. Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara rose slightly from his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not abruptly. Not dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With quiet intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—He spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...come forward.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No names. No titles. Just respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment—The group stilled hearing his request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the invitation carried meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen them. Recognized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—He chose silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acknowledgment without revelation. A delicate balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—They stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Brahma first he stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm presence. Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand touched Devara’s forehead lightly—Applying turmeric with the gentleness of creation itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May you understand what you build.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Lord Vishnu With A steady gaze. A quiet smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May you protect what you choose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Lakshmi followed—Her touch warm, graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May your home never know emptiness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Saraswati—Light, precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May your words never fail those who trust them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Lord Shiva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not speak immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers marked Devara’s cheek with turmeric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile—Barely there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Walk your path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Because nothing more needed to be said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him—Goddess Parvati\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her touch lingered a moment longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Protect what you love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother’s blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Kartikeya\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A firm, almost playful strike of turmeric across his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t lose your edge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganesha. A grin spread across his face. A soft pat on Devara’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Grin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And try not to break too many things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few quiet chuckles slipped through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—The three sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped forward together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still curious. Still observing about their new brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each placed a small mark of turmeric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not heavy. Not formal. But... personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if confirming something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was him. Their brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they stepped back—The moment dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others—It was just another group of guests offering blessings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing unusual. Nothing divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Devara—It meant something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in that single moment—He had stood between worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden laughter of the groom’s courtyard slowly drifted away—Carried in trays, in songs, in blessings—Toward another heart of the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—It was her turn. Bride’s turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari sat gracefully at the center. Her hands still carried the intricate mehendi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face—Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But glowing with something deeper than ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The turmeric from Devara’s side had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm. Blessed. The ceremony continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First—Her mother. Hands gentle as he did the start of the cermoney.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touch lingering just a little longer than tradition required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother’s silent prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Subala\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A king. A father. His hand was firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes—Softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was not politics. This was... letting go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Her brothers. One by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each with a different touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A different smile. A different way of hiding what they felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some teased. Some laughed. Some stayed quiet thinking their sister is going to leave their kingdom soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all—Left their mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—The last one’s turn arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni The youngest of the princes of Gandhara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward. For once—No smirk on his face which he would usual have to tease his little sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No playful remark. Just... stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the weight in his shoulders as his mind was filled by the thought of his sister is going to leave their palace soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari looked up at him. A faint smile adorned on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why so serious, brother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni exhaled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Because this part isn’t a game.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare honesty. He dipped his fingers into the turmeric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And gently—Placed it on her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hurried. Not teasing. Careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if memorizing the moment in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Don’t forget us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came softer than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s smile didn’t fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you don’t forget to behave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earned a faint chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension broke. Just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that—The Haldi ceremony on the bride’s side came to its close after the guest on their side finished their blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard filled again with music. With laughter. With movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath it—A quiet truth settled as soon their princess will go to the another kingdom as a queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceremony had just begun to dissolve into laughter and movement—When something unusual entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A female royal guard stepped forward, carrying a bouquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not ordinary. Not arranged by any royal florist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butalivein a way that drew every eye in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten flowers which they have never looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one unfamiliar. Each one impossibly perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Where did that come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of her brothers whispered curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because all attention had shifted to—Princess Gandhari\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She accepted the bouquet slowly. Almost carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew it was one of her request which got fullfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if afraid it might disappear if held too tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—She noticed the scroll. A small one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which Tied gently between the stems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She untied it slowly while others waiting for what was written on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opened it. And read what was written inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll Content...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not from gardens walked by men,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor from fields where seasons bend,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These blooms were born where silence grew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment water remembered you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten colors, yet none can compare,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the quiet glow you carry unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For even dawn, in all its grace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learns gentleness from your face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If beauty were a fleeting art,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You would be its steady heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If love were a path unseen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You would be where it has been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So come where still waters keep\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secrets that the world can’t keep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath their quiet, waiting hue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ll find a gift... that belongs to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scroll Content ended...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because they didn’t understand—But because theydid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s fingers tightened slightly around the scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint blush touched her cheeks as she had read the content loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He wrote this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of her brothers leaned in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hewritestoo? Your taste seems good them me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which he received a punch by his wife on his hand. Which earned him a chuckle from everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckles!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni folded his arms, a smirk returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Of course he does.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even he looked impressed by the phrasing of those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari read the last lines again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come where still waters keep...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lifted slightly thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About The pond. The same place. Where she had playfully sparkled water on Devara’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her curiosity sparked instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...A surprise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that—Was dangerous when it comes from Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because curiosity, once awakened—Does not sit quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood up slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still holding the bouquet. Still holding the scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere beneath her calm—Excitement began to bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was no longer just a ritual exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whatever waited beneath that water—Had been made... For her in the name of the love she and he share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard still hummed with celebration—But Gandhari had already slipped away from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guard the pond,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ordered lightly, already moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because curiosity—When mixed with affection—Doesn’t wait for permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She arrived at the location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same place. The same water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something about it... felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface shimmered more vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breeze carried a softer scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And without pause—She stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Jumped into the stilled water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water embraced her—Cool. Clear. Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swam deeper into the pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—She saw it. Not just flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An entire garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blooming beneath the water. Colors she had never seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petals that shimmered like light caught in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft currents moving them like they were breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t feel like a pond anymore. It felt like...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something sacred. Something made—Not for the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a moment. For her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened.Her movements slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forgot. Forgot to move. Forgot to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even forgot—That she was holding her breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Reality tugged her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rushed upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breaking the surface—Gasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Gasp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Air filled her lungs again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her heart—Was still down there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks flushed softly. Not from the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From what she had just seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He did this... no our love did this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words barely escaped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked back at the surface—As if expecting it to disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t. It remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting. Her lips curved into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wide. Not loud. But real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not just a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was effort of their love. Understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something else—Something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t just brought her flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had created a place with their love—Where those flowers could live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari pressed the bouquet gently against her chest which she was still holding in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\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>",1864,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","e8777d88f00e0512330d00319aff653385081b56818fc85a211acbde73100be2","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-66","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-64",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]