After the destruction of the demon Niśuṃbha, O slayer of Śuṃbha, the hero who had praised the goddess rested upon the supreme seat. Each day, he worshipped her—the granter of boons and remover of fear. Thus, the four months of the rainy season passed, with the hero devotedly honoring the goddess. When these months had ended, in the dark fortnight of Kārtika, he departed, accompanied by the gods. He went to the flower-house and took up residence there. One day, Pushpa, taking a beautiful necklace entwined with a portion of Krishna, went to the house of Pushpavati. Pushpavati, seeing the necklace so dear and exquisitely crafted—as if by Tvashtar—asked, “O friend, O great enchantress, tell me the truth before me.” Hearing her words, Makaramda was seized with fear and replied, “Give me a promise of life, then I will tell you.” Makaramda revealed, “There is a most beautiful woman named Krishna, who enchants all the worlds; by her, this excellent necklace was made.” Hearing these words, Pushpavati herself, and out of fear of Makaramda, the gods and other men on earth likewise, became anxious. Pushpa, hearing these dreadful words, was filled with fear. Pushpavati then asked, “What fear has come upon you?” Pushpa replied, “Some man, deluded, will forcibly enjoy her.” Hearing this, the righteous Pushpavati spoke again: “Those who do what is improper will go to the abode of Yama. Therefore, quickly bring that swing to me.” Thinking, “So be it,” the radiant Shudra woman returned home. Hearing these pleasant words, the powerful portion of Krishna mounted the swing together with Pushpa. Then the goddess Pushpavati, seeing the enchanting dark-skinned woman, thought, “As this auspicious woman is, so is the man whom I have seen.” The one with a portion of Krishna, the excellent son of the regional king, spoke to her. Every day, a necklace was made for the purpose of worship. Once, as the hero set out slowly amidst the flowers, Pushpavati asked, “From where has this delusion come to you? Tell me at once, do not delay.” Pushpa replied, “I have seen an auspicious woman, endowed with beauty and youth.” Hearing this, Pushpavati spoke to her, the one with a lovely face: “Then I will satisfy you with much wealth, O auspicious-faced one.” Hearing those words, Pushpa was filled with love. When she arrived at the fortress gate and at the swing, O Bhārgava, coming near the swing, the hero saw her, the one with a lovely face. The powerful hero, a portion of Govardhana, became utterly bewildered. He said, “Come quickly to my house; become my wife now.” She replied, “You are noble, O great hero, born from the fire-pit. The daughter of the king, of the lunar and solar lineage, is suitable for you. I am a maiden, born of the Śūdra caste, steadfast in the vow of celibacy.” Seizing that woman by force, he touched her heart; having deluded the prince, that god returned to his own house. Makaranda, awakened and tormented by the fire of love, was overcome by affection. Thus, the king Makaranda, of great strength, found himself consumed by longing.