[{"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-83":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},1856978,2464,"Chapter 83 - 81: Women’s Intuition... Gandhari’s New Hobby...","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-83",83,"\u003Cp>(A\u002FN):\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop a meme here that you find funny. Or reflects your mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys I hope you put more comments and power stones... Which will encourage me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was thinking about adding local deities too to the story. Any thought about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------------------------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Devara mentioned how his kingdom would treat fishermen’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satyavati’s expression softened in a way it rarely did in public spaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was relief there—And something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once asked her adoptive father Dashraj to come to Hastinapura to live there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had refused her request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—Without her asking—He had chosen to come here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toher son’s kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah even through she was not connected to him through blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fells he was her son too. He healed her heart which was left out by the death of her sons and the weight of her greedy demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which stripped Hastinapura of its future. But now she felt free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone told her everything she needed to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded once, a quiet smile forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a brief silence, she spoke again—more personally this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in her tone drew everyone’s attention again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wish to remain here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as a suggestion. As a decision already made by her after a careful consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe this is the right time for me to step away... from the politics of Hastinapura.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze moved briefly toward Bhishma and Vidura—acknowledging what had been, without dwelling on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After your coronation here... and Dhritarashtra’s in Hastinapura... my role there will no longer be needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara listened without interrupting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the surface, it was a simple request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his mind—A different layer moved. A memory of his past life, yet known to him through the books he read and shows he watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A future where the elders would one day step away entirely... choosing penance over witnessing what was to come the end of the Kuru Lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the moment for shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he moved closer. Gently took her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he called her mother—Then that was what she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t need permission,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said quietly but his voice carried the conviction behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip was firm, but warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You belong here, as much as anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, after a brief pause—He added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And not just you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Queen Mothers Ambika and Ambalika wish to stay as well... They are welcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in his green eyes shifted as he spoke—A depth that suggested he understood more than he was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rajmata Satyavati saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not clearly—But enough understand Devara understood her well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—The queen, the strategist, the woman who had shaped dynasties trying very hard to find a stable future for her Kuru Lineage—Faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind only a mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved closer—And embraced him showing her thanks in this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not formally. Not restrained. With quiet acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she pulled back—She nodded her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smile resting on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time in a long while—She wasn’t holding a kingdom together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was simply choosing—Where she wished to belong where she could be closer to her fisher communities where she grew up even through she was a royal blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the conversation seemed to settle into quiet understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Devara paused remembering something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because something in the room demanded it—But because something in his memory did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shoreline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft murmur of the Yamuna River.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A younger version of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a younger women who was so beautiful which made him blush when he looked at her—Fierce in spirit, unpolished in manner, yet carrying something quietly luminous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yami...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured under his breath, almost to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pearl necklace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not ordinary—no, even then he had sensed it thanks to his system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been a subtle radiance to it, a quiet blessing, something that felt... watched over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he had come to understand reading the discription of it from the system—it carried the blessing of Yamuna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too valuable. Far too valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially for someone who didn’t seem to realize what she possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And had passed it to him as a thanks for saving her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mother,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, addressing Rajmata Satyavati,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"when your father sends word... could you ask him something for me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head slightly, already curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated only briefly carefully choosing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There was a younger women. From the fishing community near the Yamuna. Her name was Yami.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rajmata Satyavati’s eyebrow lifted immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh?\" she said lightly. \"And who mightshebe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone was playful—but unmistakably probing him for more information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the room, Bhishma went very still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mahamantri Vidura blinked once... slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Blink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them looked at Devara with an expression that hovered somewhere between disbelief and quiet judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unspoken thought in the room was loud enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He was just married...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—He was asking about another young woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara caught their expressions—and couldn’t help it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled. A low, unbothered sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re all misunderstanding,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, shaking his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, more clearly, he explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I was younger, I once saved her near the Yamuna river. She thanked me... and gave me this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his garment and brought out the pearl necklace. Which he was still wearing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the chamber’s light, it shimmered faintly—its glow subtle, but unmistakably divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura leaned slightly forward, his gaze sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma’s expression shifted—recognition replacing suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This carries a blessing,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara continued with a serious tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of Goddess Yamuna. I don’t think she knew what she was giving away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the necklace for a brief moment, then closed his hand around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s too valuable to remain with me. It could very well be something passed down in her family.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back at Rajmata Satyavati.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she is among those coming here... I would like to return it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was different this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not heavy. Not tense. Just... recalibrating the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rajmata Satyavati’s amused expression softened into something more thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bhishma gave a faint nod, as if acknowledging the reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vidura, ever practical, simply said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we will find her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the faintest trace of a smile still lingered on Satyavati’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even if the explanation made sense—The timing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was stillremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A women’s intuition is the most scariest thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for just a brief moment—Even in the middle of building a kingdom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room had been reminded—That Devara was still, in many ways—A boy walking through life...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With stories that refused to stay simple around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Away from the council chamber—where kingdoms were being named and futures decided—the palace had its own quieter, far more human chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a sunlit courtyard lined with fresh stone pillars and half-blooming creepers,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni stood with his arms crossed, staring at something placed carefully on an easel with a complicated expression on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That \"something\" was a painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was... ambitious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it stood Gandhari, holding a brush with the kind of determination usually reserved for battlefields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m telling you,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni said slowly, choosing his words with exaggerated care trying his best to convince his sister,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"the lion is not supposed to look like it’s... negotiating peace with the sky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari narrowed her eyes at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s roaring.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni tilted his head, studying the canvas again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that’s a roar, then I fear for the jungle it rules.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lion in question did indeed have a crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What it lacked, however, was anything resembling a consistent shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One leg seemed longer than the others, the mane had taken on a life of its own, and the star above it looked less like guidance and more like it had accidentally wandered into the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari stepped closer to the painting, frowning in concentration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Frown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It just needs refinement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It needs... diplomacy,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni muttered under his breath. Sorry for the lion his sister had just murdered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned sharply with a suspicious look on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re making fun of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I would never,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied instantly—far too quickly to be convincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am merely observing a... very creative interpretation of reality taking shape before my eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari scoffed and dipped her brush again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t understand art.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni let out a quiet breath, rubbing his forehead as though preparing himself for a long campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sister, I understand art well enough to recognize when the artist is bravely ignoring all known principles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s because I’m not copying,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shot back with a hurt pride look on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m learning from the scratch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something earnest in her tone—stubborn, but sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni noticed it. And for a moment, the teasing paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched as she carefully tried to fix the curve of the lion’s face, her brows furrowed, completely absorbed in the task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sighed, though there was no real frustration behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Sigh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, stepping closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least start with proportions. The head shouldn’t be smaller than the crown. Even kings need somewhere to sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari hesitated... then adjusted it slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni leaned in, examining it with theatrical seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Better,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admitted but his tone was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marginally less alarming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a look—but there was the faintest hint of a smile breaking through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said as if she was always right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Youcanhelp without insulting me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni smirked hearing his little sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Smirk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I never said I wouldn’t insult you. I’m simply choosing not to—for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rolled her eyes, but continued painting, a little more confident this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the afternoon light stretched across the courtyard, the \"disaster\" slowly began to look... slightly less disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not perfect. Not even close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—For the first time—Recognizable than a bland kill of a lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for reasons neither of them would admit aloud—That was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how much longer they can correct it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Devara stepped out of the council chamber, the weight of strategy and governance still lingered in his mind—but it didn’t take long for a different kind of sound to pull him away from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices. Familiar ones. One firm. One teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed them into the courtyard—And found Gandhari and Shakuni in the middle of what could only be described as a very serious artistic dispute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Shakuni had his usual expression—half amused, half exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari, on the other hand, stood with a brush in hand, clearly defending her work like it was a matter of principle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara slowed as he approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither noticed him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I am telling you,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni was saying,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"if the lion looks like it might apologize after roaring, something has gone wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does not look like that,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari shot back to her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just don’t understand what I’m trying to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand perfectly,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied with a knowing gleam in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just don’t agree with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when they noticed him. Both turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devara didn’t speak right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze had already shifted—To the painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—To the brush in Gandhari’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—Back to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding came easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was trying to recreate the design he had made the previous night—the kingdom, the symbol, the idea behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft chuckle escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Chuckle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari’s composure faltered instantly. A faint flush spread across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Flush!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was just—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began, then stopped, realizing explanation would only make it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara stepped a little closer, his tone light, not critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to learn,\" he said, \"start small.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him, still slightly embarrassed, but listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Simple shapes first,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued to explain where to start first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lines. Proportions. Once those feel natural, the rest follows.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no judgment in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only guidance for his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gandhari hesitated, then gave a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Nod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara reached toward the palette beside her, picked up a bit of yellow color—then, without warning—Lightly tapped it onto her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second—She froze caught off guard by the sudden attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Her eyes widened. And her entire face turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whatever she intended to say dissolved halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a small, flustered huff, she turned and walked off—quickly—clearly choosing escape over recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shakuni watched her go—Then burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Hahahaha!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nowthat,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, barely containing his amusement,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"was the most effective critique I’ve seen today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devara simply smiled faintly, setting the color back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The painting still stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still imperfect. Still uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—It carried something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beginning of Gandhari’s interest in learning painting.\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>",2176,"2026-06-10T05:05:13.714Z",1,"novelbin.me","526dd7d946d89c6fcfe4e7817d6a162fd8190e99b09fe65e02e3829e77df50ef","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-84","mahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-chapter-82",149,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmahabharat-shiva-s-last-variable-cover.jpg"]