Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable

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Next Day...

The following day, another royal procession finally reached the borders of Trivenivrata, this time carrying guests from Hastinapur.

King Dhritarashtra had travelled with Queen Madri, their sons and daughter, while Mahamantri Vidura accompanied them along with Kunti and her five sons, the Pandavas.

The journey had taken some time, but the moment they crossed into Devara’s kingdom, the people travelling with the procession began looking around with growing curiosity.

For the Kauravas, this was not exactly their first visit to Trivenivrata, but the last time they had been here, they had been far too young to remember anything about it.

Whatever memories they might have had from that visit had long since disappeared, leaving them to experience the kingdom almost as though they were seeing it for the first time.

And the sight before them certainly made it feel that way.

The road leading toward the capital stretched between beautifully maintained surroundings, with carefully planned buildings rising along both sides.

The architecture was unlike anything they had expected,

With enormous structures standing beside elegant residences, broad roads carrying merchants and citizens,

Gardens appearing between different parts of the city and several impressive constructions that seemed to have been planned with both beauty and practicality in mind.

The Kauravas, who had grown up surrounded by the grandeur of Hastinapur, found themselves repeatedly turning their heads to look at everything.

One of them quietly pointed toward a distant structure.

"Look at that."

Another immediately looked in the same direction.

"What is that building?"

Vidura, who was travelling nearby, heard them and smiled.

"That is only one of the newer constructions. Devara has invested heavily in developing the kingdom."

The boys continued staring.

Even Dhritarashtra, though unable to see the city himself, could sense the excitement around him from the voices of his sons and the reactions of the people travelling with them.

Madri, meanwhile, listened to the children describing what they could see and smiled.

The Pandavas were no less amazed.

They had grown up hearing about the magnificence of Hastinapur, and since arriving there, they had naturally considered their father’s kingdom one of the greatest places they had ever seen.

The massive palace, the walls, the markets and the royal roads had all seemed extraordinary to them.

But Trivenivrata was different.

Yudhishthira quietly observed the way the city had been arranged, noticing how the buildings and roads seemed to fit together rather than simply being constructed wherever there was space.

Bhima was far less interested in the planning and much more interested in the enormous structures, markets and food stalls they passed.

Arjuna kept looking toward the distant towers and training grounds, clearly fascinated by the scale of the city.

Nakula and Sahadeva were equally captivated by the gardens, fountains and beautifully decorated buildings.

For several minutes, the five brothers barely spoke.

They simply watched.

Finally, Bhima looked toward Yudhishthira.

"I thought Hastinapur was the greatest city."

Yudhishthira gave a small smile.

"So did I."

Arjuna looked toward another magnificent structure rising above the surrounding buildings.

"This place is enormous."

Vidura overheard them and laughed softly.

"You haven’t even seen the royal palace yet."

All five brothers immediately turned toward him.

Bhima’s eyes widened.

"That wasn’t the palace?"

Vidura shook his head.

"No."

Bhima stared ahead again.

For once, even he had nothing to say.

The procession continued deeper into Trivenivrata while the citizens welcomed their guests warmly.

They had already been celebrating Gandhari’s pregnancy for days, and the arrival of the Hastinapur royal family gave them another reason to gather along the roads.

Flowers were scattered before the procession, children ran alongside the streets and people folded their hands respectfully as the royal chariots passed.

Kunti watched her sons’ reactions with a quiet smile.

She had brought them here expecting them to see another great kingdom.

She had not expected them to be this completely stunned by it.

The closer they came to the heart of Trivenivrata, the more impressive the constructions became, until even the adults travelling with the procession began quietly comparing what they were seeing with Hastinapur.

And for the five Pandavas, one thought was slowly becoming impossible to ignore.

If this was what the outer parts of Devara’s kingdom looked like, they could hardly imagine what awaited them inside the royal palace.

As the procession continued deeper into Trivenivrata, the five Pandavas found themselves becoming more curious about the man whose kingdom they had entered.

They had heard his name several times from the elders in Hastinapur, especially from Bhishma and Vidura, but none of them had ever actually met him.

Eventually, Bhima could no longer contain his curiosity.

"Mother, what is King Devara really like?"

Kunti looked toward him.

"Why do you ask?"

"Everyone seems to respect him,"

Bhima replied looking around the chant of Devara name.

"Even Pitamah Bhishma speaks about him differently. Is he really that powerful?"

Arjuna immediately joined the conversation.

"I wanted to ask the same thing. We have heard so many things about him, but nobody ever tells us the complete story."

Nakula looked at Kunti curiously.

"And he is our grandfather too, isn’t he?"

Kunti smiled at the question.

"Not exactly in the way you are thinking. But through your relationship with Bhishma, who is King Devara’s elder brother, you can certainly consider him part of your grandfather’s generation."

Sahadeva quietly listened before asking,

"How powerful is he?"

Kunti glanced at her sons.

She could already tell that they weren’t going to stop asking until she answered them properly.

So she decided to tell them.

"You have heard of Lord Bhishma’s strength, haven’t you?"

All five nodded immediately.

"Then you should know that Devara defeated Bhishma when he was only six years old."

The five boys fell silent.

Bhima’s mouth actually fell open.

"Six?"

Kunti nodded her head.

"Six years old."

Arjuna stared at her.

"But... how?"

"It wasn’t an ordinary contest. Devara was already extraordinary at that age. Bhishma was vastly more experienced and had trained for years, yet Devara managed to defeat him."

Yudhishthira looked thoughtful.

"Was Pitamah angry?"

Kunti laughed softly.

"No. He was actually proud of him. Bhishma understood that Devara possessed abilities far beyond what anyone expected from a child."

Bhima immediately leaned closer.

"What else did he do?"

Kunti looked at him.

"You really want to hear?"

"Yes!"

She smiled.

"At the same age, Devara also fought two Rakshasas by himself."

The Pandavas stared at her again.

"Two Rakshasas?"

Arjuna asked in curiosity.

"Alone?"

"Alone."

Bhima’s eyes widened.

"At six?"

"At six."

The five brothers exchanged looks.

They had been listening to stories about warriors and heroes since they were children, but what their mother was describing sounded less like the history of a living person and more like one of the ancient tales told by sages.

Kunti continued, explaining how Devara’s strength had continued to grow as he became older, how he had trained under powerful teachers and divine beings, and how his name had gradually become known far beyond the borders of his own kingdom.

She told them about the battles he had fought, the Rakshasas he had defeated and the occasions when he had stood against enemies who were considered too powerful for ordinary warriors.

She also told them about his divine connections, his relationship with Goddess Ganga, Goddess Bhudevi his bond with Bhishma and the blessings he had received from the gods.

The more she explained, the quieter the five brothers became.

Yudhishthira listened carefully, trying to separate the facts from the legends.

Arjuna’s eyes had gained a completely different expression. He was no longer merely curious about Devara.

He wanted to see him fight, train and understand how someone could reach such a level.

Bhima, meanwhile, looked almost excited.

"He defeated Rakshasas when he was six..."

Kunti laughed.

"Yes."

"And Grandpa Bhishma too."

Bhima looked toward the enormous city outside the chariot.

"Then I really want to meet him."

Nakula smiled.

"So do I."

Sahadeva quietly nodded.

Arjuna looked at Kunti.

"Mother, are all the stories true?"

Kunti thought about it for a moment.

"Some stories have grown larger as people continued telling them, but the important parts are true. Devara has accomplished things that most warriors could only dream of."

Yudhishthira looked thoughtful.

"Then he must be a remarkable man."

Kunti smiled hearing her elder son’s words.

"He is."

She looked toward the royal palace that was slowly becoming visible in the distance.

"And remember something else. Despite everything you have heard about his strength, do not expect him to behave like some distant legendary warrior when you meet him."

Bhima frowned hearing it.

"Why?"

"Because he is family."

The five brothers looked toward the palace.

That answer somehow made them even more curious.

They had expected to meet a powerful king.

Now they were beginning to wonder what kind of man could defeat Bhishma at six, fight Rakshasas as a child and become one of the most powerful warriors of his age, yet still be regarded by their mother as simply family.

For the Pandavas, the mystery surrounding King Devara had only grown larger.

And they were now very eager to finally meet him.

Meanwhile, as the Hastinapur procession finally reached the royal palace, the enormous gates of Trivenivrata slowly opened before them.

Standing beyond the entrance were Gandhari, Devara’s other wives, Rajmata Satyavati and Bhishma, along with several members of the royal household who had come to personally welcome their guests.

Devara, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Since he was the eldest among those waiting and the head of the family present at the entrance, Bhishma naturally stepped forward to receive the Hastinapur royal family.

The moment Dhritarashtra heard Bhishma’s voice, his expression softened, and he stepped forward to embrace his elder brother.

"Bhishma."

"Dhritarashtra."

The two brothers held each other for a moment before Bhishma smiled and placed a hand upon Dhritarashtra’s shoulder.

"Welcome to Trivenivrata. I am glad you finally came."

Dhritarashtra smiled.

"After hearing about Gandhari’s pregnancy, how could we stay in Hastinapur?"

Behind him, Queen Madri stepped forward with Kunti, and Gandhari immediately approached them.

"Madri, Kunti, welcome."

Madri embraced Gandhari warmly.

"Congratulations, Gandhari. We were so happy when we heard the news."

Kunti followed and gently hugged her as well.

"I am truly happy for you."

Gandhari smiled.

"Thank you. I still haven’t completely gotten used to the idea myself."

Madri laughed softly.

"You will. Especially once everyone around you starts giving you advice."

Gandhari immediately looked toward her.

"I already have enough of that."

The women laughed together.

Gandhari then looked past them.

And suddenly her expression changed.

There were children everywhere.

The Kauravas stood together with Dhritarashtra and Madri, while the five Pandavas remained close to Kunti, all of them looking around the palace with varying degrees of curiosity.

Gandhari stared at the collection of children for a moment before letting out a small chuckle.

"Look at this. I leave Gandhara with a family behind me and return to find an entire army of children waiting outside my palace."

Madri laughed.

"Don’t worry. Yours will soon join them."

Gandhari instinctively placed a hand over her stomach, and her face softened.

"I know."

The children were equally curious about her.

They had heard that their aunt was going to become a mother, but seeing her standing before them made the news feel much more real.

The Pandavas especially watched her with interest.

They had heard so much about the royal family of Trivenivrata during the journey, and now they were finally standing in front of them.

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