[{"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-77":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},1856972,2464,"Chapter 77 - 75: Lord Answer’s The Call... Kamsa’s Death....","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-77",77,"\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>Kamsa never got the chance to beg for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment fear formed—It was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clawed hand seized his leg. And the world turned violent for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUD. -THUD. -THUD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THUD. -THUD....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left... Right... Again... Again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth cracked beneath each impact—Like it couldn’t bear witness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Cracks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara spun the Kamsa in his hand as if he was about to throw out a garbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a broken vase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And was hurled—Into the sky before the eyes of everyone who were watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Ahhhhhh!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream followed him—Before he vanished into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat—The battlefield froze still the war is already over now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Devara moved now since he had thew Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took Two steps. Then A leap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone vanishing into the sky at the same direction Kamsa has been thrown earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining soldiers—Dropped everything in their hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons clattered all the will to fight has already vanished to thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knees hit the ground one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they understood now—This was not a war they could survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away—In Mathura...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky answered as a figure fell from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than Kamsa who fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the rooftops. Through the walls. Through the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings shattered around by the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust exploded outward as he finally hit the ground at the Madura’s market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he hit—Hard. Very hard that took the attention of whole Madura and public began to gather around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then whispers spread around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them were shocked by the sight before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People gathered to look around to see what they heard is true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not warriors. Not soldiers. Civilians of Madura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had lived under Kamsa’s rule. And suffered very much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what they saw—Shook them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their king who they considered as invincible and gave up hope from being freed from his tyranny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now laying in the ground Broken. Bleeding. Struggling—Just to rise as he got up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around. Recognition hit him. Where he was currently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Mathura...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Relief tried to surface seeing he was back to his kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the promised relief never arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara landed. Right in front of him once again arriving from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now as Lord Narasimha\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled by the arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s eyes widened. In Panic. Pure fear took over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even here Devara as followed him after threwing him through the lands straight to Madura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crawled back in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands dragging against broken stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to escape. But where could he go? The danger as followed him even back to his own kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people—Watched. All this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first—They looked at the two Confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Recognition began to hit them one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because something stirred nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple bells rang. Loud. Clear. Calling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all turned to look at the temple instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—Stood the temple of Lord Narashima.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within—The idol divine statue of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Narasimha tearing Hiranyakashipu apart through his stomach on his lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priest who is responsible for the temple came to see whats the commotion is about and saw the very idol he was praying to day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And fell. To his knees. Without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed through his face freely. As his eyes were showing immense joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice broke—Then rose as the whole public who had gathered could hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugram viram maha-vishnum...\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantra echoed as he shouted in happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the temple. Through the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Showing how happy and blessed the temple priest felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...mrityur mrityum namamy aham!\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people felt it the goosebumps all over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as sound. As truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—They knelt. Voices joined together as they began to chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Om Namo Bhagavate Narasimhaya...\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear—Turned to faith of the god who appeared before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oppression—Turned to hope of being freed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the one they prayed to—Had come. Not as a distant god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as judgment avatar Lord Narashima—Standing before their tyrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Kamsa who had been near invincible in their eyes—Still crawling before Devara in fear—Still trying to escape—Finally understood what kind of situation he was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No negotiation. No second chance. So he can turn new leaf probably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not war anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This—Was the end of tyranny of his own rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Kamsa ran away seeing Devara was not chasing him just standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like a king. Like prey running away from its hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through shattered streets of Mathura—Feet slipping—Breath breaking as he ran—Mind collapsing trying to come up with a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dove into a small, broken shop—Crawled beneath a wooden desk—Holding what remained of his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No footsteps were heard. No roar to know where Devara was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For one fragile moment—Hope flickered in his mind if he stays here he might escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wood desk exploded apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clawed hand reached in—And found him like a viper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the hair roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa screamed in pain and panic—But it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Ahhhhhh!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dragged out from his hiding spot—Across the ground—Through dust—Through broken stone—Through the very streets of Madura—Which King Kamsa once ruled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people watched this whole scene in stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in fear. In release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices rose one after another—Together—Unified—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Om Namo Bhagavate Narasimhaya...\"1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their prayers followed every step Devara took—Every drag he pulled Kamsa by his hair—Every moment of his fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stopped it. No one interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their king being handled like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time—Justice was not delayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It waspresent before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stopped as he had claimed. At the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of a massive pillar—Rising above the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where all could see the demises of their tyranny king’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted Kamsa—Held him in the air—By his hair. So everyone could see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helplessly. Struggling kicking in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reduced from the tyrant to coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamsa’s eyes—Met his which was white since Devara was semi councious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—There was no rage left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only terror could be seen in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claws moved. No hesitation. No speech of farewell to the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No judgment spoken aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it had already been decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-THRUST.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The claws pierced through his chest destroying his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From front—To back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body convulsed by the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grip tightened around Kamsa’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—With the other hand—He pulled it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean. Final. The head separated. Form the body of Kamsa which stopped moving as he had died there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time—Stopped for the citizens who were witnessing this site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he threw them down on opposite side calmly— As the body Fell one side and the head fell on the opposite side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it—The reign of Tyranny rule of Kamsa has Ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chants did not stop. They grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not just death. This—Was liberation they all been waiting for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above it all—Standing amidst silence and devotion—Was not just a warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a force that had answered—When the world needed it most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar did not end with Kamsa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As another roar was unleashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-ROOOARRR!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It rose again—Higher. Sharper. Unspent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky trembled under it. The air tightened showing that Devara as not yet calmed down yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very streets of Mathura seemed to brace—Because the fury had not yet settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—Light came . Not one. But Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Vishnu, Lord Brahma, Lord Shiva\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appeared one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as distant beings. As parents stepping in to stop their son from doing something which he might regret for his whole life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They held him tight. Firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to restrain—Togroundand make him calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara roared again—The sound cracking through divine silence feeling restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-ROOOARRR!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—It met resistance from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not force—Presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands on his shoulders. Energy around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices were—Steady. Calm. Trying to reach Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough son...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come back...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return Kamsa has been killed...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To those below—A cloud formed. Concealing everything what is happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because some moments—Were not meant to be witnessed by the public not this soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—More light appeared around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than his mothers Goddess Lakshmi, Goddess Parvati and Goddess Saraswati\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrived seeing their son in suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t command him. They embraced him in the motherly hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped him in something stronger than power—Belonging. Reminding him of who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are here. Son\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are not alone. So hear us...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can wake up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices softened the storm. As they spoke to Devara who was still in semi conscious state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not by overpowering it—Byreminding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of who it belonged to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara trembled hearing their words and his fathers reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rage resisted—But the warmth reached deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he got his conscious back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past instinct. Past fury. To something human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somethinghis. His eyes shifted indicating his change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white—Faded. Green pupil returned with a slit iris. Fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But aware of remembering who he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked taking in all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw them his parents. All of them who were looking at him worriedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding him tighter as if they would lose him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him wake up from his semi consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—Memory struck of what he done during semi consciousness state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had done. What he had become. What he had almost lost just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might have hurt a innocent life if wasn’t for his parents stopping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breath left him—Slow. Heavy. Taking it all in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the rage... He Let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not vanished. But Contained this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transformation remained—But his aura changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From wrath—To presence of calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents smiled. Pride visible on their face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief of not something major happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will always watch over you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And like dawn dissolving night—They faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloud lifted which was stopping the crowd gathered from knowing what happened. The world returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still transformed. Still powerful. But no longer terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer uncontrolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calm aura radiated outward—Like a storm that had chosen to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people remained kneeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—Not from fear. From reverence for who was before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm had passed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But its echo still lingered in the hearts of all who watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped down from the pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single jump—A controlled descent—And he landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground no longer cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—He was no longer beaming with wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the people. At the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the broken remnants of tyranny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He let it go as he deactivated his Narasimha template.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Narasimha form faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mane dissolved into air. The claws withdrew. The aura softened even further as his original one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in its place—A young man stood before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No divine blaze. No terrifying presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... Devara. The crowd stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion rippled through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same being—Who had torn through the sky—Who had ended a tyrant—Now stood before them—Calm. Human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara felt their gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a brief moment—Even he seemed... slightly awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hero who had just shaken the world—Unsure what to do with silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he spoke breaking the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Devaratha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most call me Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son of Goddess Ganga... and Goddess Bhudevi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur spread around hearing his declaration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not disbelief—Awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was the one fighting the war against Kamsa.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved across them since they should have known about the ongoing war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not above. Not beyond. With them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And as you have seen—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured lightly behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the end had already been written.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kamsa is defeated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breath slower to let his words sink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words settled. Not loudly. But deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From this moment—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed. Heavy. Hearing his announcement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Relief washed over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t explode. Itbloomed. Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a long-held breath finally released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara continued to explain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for this kingdom...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone turned firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vasudeva and Devaki will return. And their son—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint shift in his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—is the rightful crown prince of Mathura.\"\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>",2048,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","9a077e7215fdf83c5cb5572ef6b4f48bf36344cd9cb4a11a4f33c18cee4d8ea9","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-78","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-76",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]