Tulasī, renowned for her virtue, delighted in charming her husband, playfully capturing his heart and mind. She adorned his chest with fragrant sandalwood and decorated his arms with tilaka, their loving play leaving joyful traces—her nail marks upon his chest. When their intimacy came to an end, both arose together, and Tulasī lovingly applied a tilaka to him, blending sandalwood with saffron. She offered him fragrant betel and garments purified by fire, along with an exquisite ring fashioned from priceless jewels. Again and again, Tulasī declared, "I am your servant," her eyes drinking in his lotus-like face with a radiant smile. Her husband, drawing her close, placed his beloved upon his chest, kissing her firmly on the cheek and then on her bimba-like lips. In return, he presented her with a garland of jewels, famed throughout the three worlds. He gifted her a pair of anklets and treasures once belonging to Svāhā, as well as jeweled rings and the finest ornament of Rati. He arranged for her a series of splendid, decorated seats and a bed of extraordinary rarity. Her abundant hair was lovingly arranged, adorned with garlands, three crescent-shaped ornaments, and fragrant sandalwood paste. He applied a blazing vermilion mark, shaped like a lamp, to her forehead, and joyfully colored her nails with bright red dye. Repeatedly, he declared, "O goddess, I am your servant." Leaving behind the forest of austerities, he journeyed to another royal abode. In every delightful place, in secluded flower gardens, on the banks of auspicious rivers where the air was still and enchanting, in springtime filled with the sweet hum of bees, in divine gardens, forests, and sandalwood groves, among jasmine, mālatī, and lotus flowers, in golden sanctuaries and atop blessed golden mountains, on beds of flowers and sandalwood amid the calls of male cuckoos—the lover, driven by desire, enjoyed the company of his beloved Rāma. With offerings, the path of Krishna flourished, and the passion between the two grew ever stronger. Creating delightful places for play, he reveled again and again in their joy. For a full Manvantara, the mighty king of kings ruled, governing the Gandharvas, Kinnaras, and Rakshasas. He forcefully took possession of their domains of worship and offerings. All the gods became inactive, as if mere painted dolls. They recounted these events to one another, weeping bitterly again and again. The Creator narrated everything to Chandrasekhara, who then beheld the supreme, exceedingly rare abode—a place that removes old age and death. At its entrance, he saw gatekeepers seated upon jeweled thrones, adorned with garlands from the forest, their forms dark and beautiful. They smiled, their faces shaped like lotuses, their enchanting eyes like lotus petals, radiating divine charm and grace.