[{"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-8":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},1857052,2464,"Chapter 8: Durvasa Meets Devara... The Answer... Even Sage Left Stunned...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-8",8,"\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>Bhu Lok...1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the banks of the sacred river—Where Ganga flowed in timeless rhythm—A lone figure stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water rose to his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold. Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoving—Just like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maharishi Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes closed. Breath controlled. Mind vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around him faded—As his consciousness turned inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the three pillars of creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from his lips—A mantra flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Om, the eternal truth—salutations to the Trimurti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salutations to Brahma, Vishnu, and Maheshwara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the forces of creation, preservation, and dissolution—my reverence...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantra echoed—Not in sound—But in existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s mind moved deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond senses. Beyond time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there—He saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imbalance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adharma rising. Not abruptly. But steadily. Like poison dissolving into water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Something is wrong.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His drishti stretched further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across timelines. Across cycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every era followed a pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dharma weakened. Vishnu descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balance restored. A new Yuga began at the end of an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—The pattern broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...The avatar has not come.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No descent. No preparation. No sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s thoughts sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Why?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it fate? Was it change? Or something deeper?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something unseen—Even by time itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...I must know.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His focus deepened. His tapas intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river responded. Currents slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sky seemed to hold its breath witnessing how intense the tapse is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Butterflies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens. Hundreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Flutter! -Flutter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Flutter! -Flutter!...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They filled the air—Swirling in shimmering patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space before him shimmered—As if reality itself made way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from within—Two figures emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grace. Beauty. Movement shaped into perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood at a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching. Measuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka spoke softly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He is deep tapse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha nodded silently looking at Sage Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Deeper than expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We proceed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation. No retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped forward. And began to sing and dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A melody rose. Soft at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Layered. Rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices intertwined—Like flowing silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feet moved in rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands painted stories in air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes carried emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not crude. Not forceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each note—Designed. Each step—Calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To break focus. To disturb stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To pull the mind—Back into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butterflies circled them—Enhancing the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a normal human saw this scene he would be mesmerized to the point thinking he was in a dream and die to not wake up from the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river shimmered. The air vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any being—It would have worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Durvasa did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a flicker. Not a breath misplaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mantra continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steady. Unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if—Nothing existed beyond it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song rose. Stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More emotion. More allure. More force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka’s brows tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No reaction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha’s gaze sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Increase.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance reached its peak—Sound. Movement. Presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All directed at one point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—Durvasa remained—Unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle shift happened. Not in the sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something—Didn’t align.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this moment—Should not have failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—It did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—Uncertainty touched them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the man before them—Was not being tempted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was—Searching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And nothing—Short of truth—Would pull him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last note of their song trembled in the air—Refusing to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were about to act—To call out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To force the disturbance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single sound. Light. Clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Clap! -Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned to look who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw—A boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting casually atop a crocodile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Legs swinging slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands clapping with unfiltered excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wide smile stretched across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That was amazing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara beamed looking at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodile beneath him blinked slowly—As if this was completely normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka stood stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because—Heshouldn’t be here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place—This moment—Was not for mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—There he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at them like they were performers in a festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Who...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka whispered snapping out of the shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words felt incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because something else—Something stranger—Had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their hearts—Fluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft, unfamiliar warmth spread within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They don’t know was it attraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They don’t know was it desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something gentler. Something instinctive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...What is this feeling...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha’s gaze softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...He’s...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped. Because she couldn’t finish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why did you stop?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked genuinely confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I liked the dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Can you do it again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was simple. Too simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the moment they were in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka blinked hearing his request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated out of words what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because suddenly—Their purpose felt distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blurry. Unimportant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha looked at the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his green eyes. At the calm aura surrounding him. At the way even the air around him felt... peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...This child...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something clicked. Not fully. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...He is not ordinary.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butterflies that had surrounded them—Now drifted toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Circling. Drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the river—Shifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if acknowledging his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara leaned forward slightly—Still sitting on the crocodile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hello?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are you lost?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha’s lips twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Twitch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka covered her mouth slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—That question—Was absurd. And yet—Coming from him—It felt natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them—Unmoving—Durvasa’s mantra continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted. Not gently. Sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something ancient had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the voice they heard after they froze—Was not meant to be heard lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Were you sent... by Indra?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow. Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned. And there he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maharishi Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes open. Burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river stilled. The wind vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the butterflies dropped from the air—As if the world itself bowed to his anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apsaras lowered their heads instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes, Maharishi...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No lies. No escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s gaze hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To disrupt my tapas?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was answer enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that silence—His anger rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not loud. Not explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words of a curse forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power gathering. Reality bending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—be stripped of—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAIT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word cut through everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp. Bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa stopped. Mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse—Paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfinished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara had moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the crocodile’s back—To the space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing beside the apsaras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up. Completely unafraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please, move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped forward—Trying to pull him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Maharishi, he has nothing to do with this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is innocent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please—spare him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not for themselves. But for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a curse from Durvasa—Was not something one survived easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked at their reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why are you panicking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa didn’t answer them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even look at them anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze—Was fixed on the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the boy who stood before his wrath—Without trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without understanding—Or perhaps...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker passed through Durvasa’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because moments ago—In his tapas—He had seen them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Trimurti.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices echoing as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything happens for a reason.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The answer you seek...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will stand before you when you open your eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—Here it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up at him. Tilting its head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You stopped talking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara said pointing at Sage Durvasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Were you saying something important?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy. Charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s brows lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in anger. In curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice came—Sharp. But controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you intend...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone rose slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...to stop me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a threat. But as a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was the turning point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked. Thought for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river stopped completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world held still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—He didn’t say it boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t challenge. Didn’t provoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply answered. As if it was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in rage. But in interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question cut deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notwhat—Butwhy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked at the two apsaras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at the sage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because they danced well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolute silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa blinked. Once. Caught off guard by the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer—Was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Childish. Meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—It was not false. There was no manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No fear. No calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just—Truth. Simple. Unfiltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa stared at him. Longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because something—Didn’t align.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This child—Was not speaking to save.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was speaking because—He believed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse—Still hovered. Unreleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time—Durvasa did not know—Whether to unleash it. Or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse still lingered—Unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power gathered at Durvasa’s fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze—Was now calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused. On the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me, child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was steady. Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why should I not curse them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Their intent was to disrupt my tapas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flicked briefly toward Rambha and Menaka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if it is complete... Their act was impure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of judgment settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They deserve punishment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to Devara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—He lifted his hand. And touched his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thinking pose. Serious. Almost comically so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha blinked watching the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka stared in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was... consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And asked—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why curse the arrow...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...when you can curse the archer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world stopped. Not metaphorically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river paused mid-flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the answer—Was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it struck deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes—Shifted. Inward. Thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Processing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the boy had not denied wrongdoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had redirected it. To its source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that—Was truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment passed....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Durvasa laughed. Loud. Sudden. Unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HAHAHAHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed across the riverbank—Breaking the tension completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was rarer than a curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa laughing loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the boy again. This time—With interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question carried weight now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not suspicion. Curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara straightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devaratha.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But everyone calls me Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed casually toward the river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m the son of Goddess Ganga...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then lightly pointed at the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and Goddess Bhūdevi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha blinked hearing his mothers name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka’s lips parted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—That was not something said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor falsely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa didn’t react immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes—Sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he could feel it. The water. The earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both acknowledged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...So this is the answer...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echo of the Trimurti returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—It made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not threatening. Not overwhelming. But deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you wish to learn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an offer. A path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha and Menaka looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was no small thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be taught by Durvasa—Was to walk through fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked hearing his question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Learn what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa’s lips curved slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everything you can endure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy thought again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same pose. Hand on chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—He nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple. Accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Durvasa turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word. Without ceremony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river resumed. The wind returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—Everything had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We’re alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menaka nodded still couldn’t believe what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Because of him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both looked at Devara. Still sitting on the crocodile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are you going too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked hearing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I guess?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...After I tell Mothers about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint red shimmer appeared before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[–DUM!–DUM!–]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple panels unfolded at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>✅ [Task Completed – \"Save the Apsaras\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prevented curse upon Rambha & Menaka\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: +100 Karma Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎶 [Task Completed – \"Acknowledge Art\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appreciated performance with genuine intent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: +35 Karma Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚖️ [Task Completed – \"Redirect Judgment\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Provided superior resolution to Sage Durvasa\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: +870 Karma Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numbers stacked. The screen pulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>⚖️ [Total Karma Updated...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previous: 820\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gained: +1005\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New Balance: 1825 Points]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara blinked looking at the amount of karma points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment—He just stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...I didn’t even try that hard...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flashback...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just minutes ago—He had been bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floating lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging with his crocodile friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Nothing to do...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—A sound. A song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Oh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity pulled him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment he arrived—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[–DUM!–DUM!–]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like dominoes falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even had time to think—Just act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally. And now—The system flickered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🔍 [Analysis: Chain Event Detected\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple high-impact actions completed within a short timeframe]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>📈 [Efficiency Bonus Applied\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+10%Karma Gain Boost1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So doing things together gives more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system remained silent. But the answer was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara leaned back slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...So it’s not just big things...It’s timing....And connection.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...And maybe... luck?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curved slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crocodile looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if saying—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You walked into chaos and called it curiosity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara patted its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It worked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra Lok...1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amaravati, Vaijayanta...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne hall of Vaijayanta—Usually radiant with effortless authority—Now stood wrapped in tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center—The Māyā Screen shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Displaying everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rambha. Menaka.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their dance. Their failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—A boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on a crocodile. Clapping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Do it again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confusion rippled across the sabha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...A child?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lesser devas leaned forward—Trying to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But two figures did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhūdevi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in confusion. In recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Devara...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga’s fingers tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm river goddess—For the first time—Looked shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Why is he there?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhūdevi leaned forward slightly. Her expression sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...That place...is not for him yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them knew—Exactly where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And who stood before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...Durvasa...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name alone was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both rose slightly from their seats—Ready. To leave. To reach him. To protect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—From the screen—Durvasa’s voice thundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curse began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And both goddesses froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were too late. Or so they thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAIT!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped forward. And everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga’s breath stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhūdevi’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’...What are you doing...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plea. The panic of the apsaras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—The answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why curse the arrow...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...when you can curse the archer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thedev sabha1froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a whisper. Not a movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes—Turned. Slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the throne. Toward Indra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face—Drained. Color fading. Pride cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the words—Were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the meaning—Unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand trembled slightly as he pointed at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who is that boy?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rose. Sharp. Defensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is he meddling in divine matters?! This mortal child—! He should be dealt with—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the air—Collapsed. Not physically. But spiritually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two auras—Descended. Heavy. Immense. Unforgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods straightened instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Surya’s light dimmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this—Was not ordinary power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was—Maternal wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga stood. No longer calm. Her gaze—Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say that again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhūdevi stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath Amaravati itself trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We would like to hear it clearly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra froze hearing them and feeling their wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—He understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no ordinary child might have some connection with them somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the screen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara’s voice echoed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m Devaratha. Everyone calls me Devara.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Son of Goddess Ganga...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga’s eyes softened—Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and Goddess Bhūdevi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sabha erupted into silence again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—It was deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now—They understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully. But enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indra’s hand slowly lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice—Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the child he had just called—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"mortal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was son of two goddess and why he didn’t know anything about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga exhaled slowly. Relief. Hidden beneath control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhūdevi crossed her arms. Eyes still locked on Indra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your ’solution’...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...nearly cursed the wrong ones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ganga added with a cold tone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And threatened the right one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the warning—Was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Māyā screen flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Flicker! -Flicker!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Showing Durvasa walking away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara still standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware—Of the storm he had caused. Above.\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>Thanks for reading the Chapter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please give a review!!! And power stone too!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys it will motivate me more?\u003C\u002Fp>",2677,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.417Z",1,"novelbin.me","95efdb59340ab1ea7f65791ba311a0850583aa27acd6e0512544bf0f2ef014cb","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-9","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-7",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]