Some love stories begin with a glance... but mine began with the divine. I was an ordinary girl. Born under the moon's watchful gaze, I found my soul's companion not in a person but in Krishna-the eternal, the infinite, the one who filled every crack in my existence with his love. In moments of silence, Krishna spoke in ways no one could understand. But what happens when his divine plan glitches?For years, he was my everything. The midnight whispers, the invisible hand that guided my art, the quiet storms he calmed in my heart. I lived in his world, painting my devotion stroke by stroke... until one day, someone stepped into mine. "Excuse me, do you know the artist of this painting?"Those words were the key to a door I never meant to unlock. He wasn't like Krishna..... He was a human with messy, imperfect, and yet... captivating shadow. With his sharp eyes and a charm that left me speechless, he didn't just see my art; he saw me.He used to tease me with a crooked smile, saying..."I think I'm the first person on earth who's jealous of God Krishna." I always laughed it off. How could anyone be jealous of a god? Now the question arises... how do you love someone when your heart already belongs to the divine? How do you choose between the seemed to be eternal and the fleeting like, between devotion and desire? How will this story unfold between the material and divine dimension....Find out in I Am Jealous of God Krishna-a tale of love, loss, and the divine.