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Chapter 4 - Ch-4 . goddess radha's anger

*"What is happening?"*

The question was a silent, desperate whisper in the chaotic landscape of Krishna's mind. He instinctively directed the query to the System, the only anchor he had in the storm that had suddenly engulfed his senses.

**[SYSTEM: Host appears to be experiencing a phenomenon commonly referred to as 'first love.' Congratulations.]**

Krishna blinked, the System's flat, almost flippant tone doing nothing to soothe the turmoil in his heart. "Love?" he repeated, the word feeling foreign and heavy on his tongue. "But I've seen countless beautiful women. My endurance, my control… it's exceptional. Why today? Why her? Why does it feel like I've completely lost control of my own body and emotions?"

**[SYSTEM: This System cannot definitively ascertain the cause. However, the confluence of the Host's template, 'God Krishna,' and the new student's name, 'Radha,' may be a significant factor.]**

Confused and overwhelmed, Krishna risked another glance at Radha. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He subtly activated his Golden Eye, desperately needing to understand the aura of the girl who had so completely undone him.

The information that flooded his mind was so staggering it made his breath catch in his throat.

**[RADHA: Affection Level (Radha): ???% - Data Overload.**

**Loyalty: Absolute. Bound to you through every reincarnation, to stay together and die together, forever.]**

The System's words flashed in his mind, stark, irrefutable, and utterly overwhelming. He stared at Radha, then back at the impossible reading, a profound sense of awe—almost reverence—settling over him. This was not just affection. This was destiny.

*"System, explain this to me. Please, what is happening?"* he pleaded silently, his own thoughts trembling.

**[SYSTEM: Analysis of 'Radha' indicates a 100% affinity rating. This suggests a deep, fated connection, likely of divine origin. The intensity of the Host's emotional response is amplified by this profound bond, which may be linked to historical divine precedents. Further analysis requires Host action.]**

The message was clear. This wasn't a random crush. This was something ancient.

As Krishna grappled with this earth-shattering revelation, Radha sat beside him, her outward composure a perfect mask for the tempest raging within her soul. She met his dazed, questioning gaze, and for a fleeting moment, he saw a flicker of something unreadable in her own eyes—a complex, heart-wrenching mix of divine fury, deep hurt, and a strange, almost resigned tenderness.

*"So,"* she thought, her internal voice a silent, potent force, *"you've come down to the mortal world. Alone."* The word was a blade, sharp with accusation.

She looked at him, at this familiar yet startlingly unaware form of the god she loved, the god who was her other half. The memory of the God Realm, the raw shock of his departure, the chilling, silent void he had left behind—it all flooded her mind.

*How could he?* The question echoed in her soul, tinged with divine rage. *Traitor.*

Her gaze hardened as she remembered their sacred vow, a promise whispered amongst the stars and etched into the very fabric of existence. *"What about our promise?"* she thought, the words a silent, burning accusation. *"Where there is Krishna, there is Radha."*

She remembered his divine words, now a painful echo in her memory:

*"O Radha, you are my life."*

*"O Radha, dwell in my breath."*

*"O Radha, you are my inner guide."*

*"O Radha, without you, I am a boat without a rudder, and the world remains incomplete."*

She looked at him now, this mortal shell, this empty vessel that had forgotten his own divine knowledge, his power, and his memories. And for the first time since her descent, a divine power, raw and untamed, stirred within her, fueled by a love so deep it had curdled into rage.

*"Let's see where you'll run now, my Lord Krishna,"* she thought, a dangerous, possessive glint in her beautiful eyes.

***

**Flashback: The God Realm**

Radha stood in the shimmering, infinite expanse of the divine realm, the cosmic currents still trembling with the resonance of Krishna's decision. He had chosen the mortal path, the chaotic dance of ephemeral existence. He had left. And in doing so, he had left her behind to face their cosmic duties alone. The love that was her very essence, the devotion that had defined her existence for eons, now churned into a maelstrom of profound sorrow and sharp, divine frustration.

*"You are going alone?"* The question was a silent, heartbroken cry that echoed through her very being. Her vision, which moments ago had been filled with the sweet, lingering warmth of Krishna's divine presence, now sharpened with a sudden, painful clarity. She saw not just his departure, but the solitary nature of his choice.

Her gaze, blazing with an intensity that pulsed with righteous indignation, sought out the cosmic elders. God Shiva, the Destroyer, stood cloaked in the stillness of cosmic balance, his third eye closed but his awareness as vast as the universe itself. Goddess Parvati, the Great Mother, radiated a serene power, yet her divine eyes held the deep, ancient understanding of a being who had seen all things.

"He has chosen the mortal path," Radha's voice, usually a beautiful melody, now held a divine tremor of exasperation and possessiveness. "Without me. Without his divine consort."

Shiva's gaze finally settled on her, his voice calm but profound. "He carries a burden, Devi. A cosmic necessity." He let out a small, weary sigh and ran a hand through his matted hair. "Honestly, you'd think after all these eons, the big guy would have learned to pack his divine consort when he goes on these epic quests. Always the lone wolf, that Krishna."

Parvati nudged Shiva gently with her elbow, a hint of fond amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Mahadev, please. This is not the time for your commentary on Krishna's 'lone wolf' tendencies. He is undertaking a mission that requires his unique divine essence to be tested in mortal form. His memories, his power, are veiled for the good of all realms."

"Yes, yes, veiled divinity. Mortals. World problems. All very important," Radha interjected, her divine breath hitching with a frustration so immense it felt like a physical weight. "But I am to remain here, managing the God Realm while he faces unknown perils below? Does he think we are mere adornments, to be left behind when the real work begins?" The frustration was immense. It wasn't that he didn't love her; it was that he had seemingly forgotten, even for a moment, that they were a partnership. That they ruled together. That they *were* together. *He had forgotten us.*

Parvati stepped forward, her divine grace a soothing balm, yet her words carried the weight of aeons. "Radha, child. His path is one of great sacrifice, and it is precisely because of its danger that his divinity must be veiled. His love for you is the anchor that will guide him, and you, back to one another. This is not a slight, but a necessary step in the cosmic balance." She offered a small, knowing smile. "Besides, think of the peace and quiet we'll have here for a bit. Don't worry, darling. He always comes back. Usually with some epic story and a new divine trinket."

*To be continued.*

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