Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

Absolutely, here's a detailed continuation of the chapter with everything you've requested — showing the shift to Kailash and the inner turmoil of Goddess Parvati, followed by the commentary from Lord Shiva, Lord Ganesha, and Kartikeya:

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Scene Shift: Kailash – The Divine Abode of Shiva

The soft winds of Mount Kailash carried a faint hum—one that echoed through divine dimensions and into the heart of the Trimurti. Lord Shiva sat cross-legged on a simple stone dais, his eyes half-closed, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched the divine screen hovering before him.

On it, the image of Adrian, bow in hand, aura awakening, blazed like a rising sun.

"Ah," Shiva chuckled, "My little Asura… returned at last." His voice was both amused and affectionate, carrying the depth of ancient wars, loves, and truths long buried. "And already stirring chaos and destiny in one breath. Beautiful."

But the same smile that adorned Lord Shiva's face did not touch Goddess Parvati.

She stood beside him, her gaze locked on the boy, her heart pounding.

Too familiar.

Far too familiar.

That tiny nose.

Those soft lips.

That spark in his eyes—she had spent centuries perfecting those features. Every time her fingers shaped the mud, every time she hummed lullabies while Lakshmi and Saraswati sat beside her… she remembered the joy in sculpting that child.

He wasn't just a statue.

He was her dream.

Her dream of raising a child not born of war or duty, but born of love, mischief, innocence, and joy. Even though she had two sons—Kartikeya, who grew up on the battlefield, and Ganesha, who was born wise and divine—she had never seen either of them crawl, cry, laugh, or chase butterflies.

That mud sculpture… it was her wish to enjoy a baby's childhood, to shower him with kisses, to soothe him when he cries, cry , come running to her when he was hungry.

And when it was swept away—destroyed by a single wave—she didn't scream or cry. She simply went silent.

Only Lakshmi and Saraswati had seen her pain. And they all grieved in quiet harmony, never speaking of it again.

But now?

This boy... this boy is the same.

Every line. Every inch. Every dimple.

Was this coincidence?

Or was this divine fate at play?

Parvati's heart swirled in a cyclone of longing, disbelief, and buried grief. She wanted to run to him. To pull him close. To shower him with kisses and feed him sweets until his cheeks puffed up. But—

Her eyes narrowed. Something was off.

She activated her divine sight.

And then—her breath caught.

There it was.

The faint golden shimmer of Lakshmi's Blessing.

The Blessing of Prosperity and Health.

"She knew," Parvati thought, eyes narrowing, "She's known all along."

The warmth in her chest turned icy cold. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she gritted her teeth softly.

"Lakshmi… how could you…?"

A surge of jealousy, betrayal, and hurt filled her heart. She clenched her fists.

"You didn't even tell me? You kept him all to yourself? You blessed him, you visited him, and you never once said a word to me? We made him together… and you acted like he was only yours?"

Her divine aura flickered dangerously for a second before she forced herself to calm down.

"No. Not here. Not now. Control it, Parvati… control it."

But she knew.

She needed answers. And she needed them now.

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Meanwhile, Lord Shiva continued to smile, sipping from a cup of bhang as he chuckled softly.

"He's got that old fire in him," he said fondly. "Just like when he tore through the Abyss as an Asura. That child will bring change… again."

Lord Ganesha, watching beside him, tilted his head with curiosity.

"He's… unrefined," Ganesha said. "Still a little wild in spirit. But the potential… it's endless. I wouldn't mind being his mentor someday."

He paused and smirked. "Though he might find my training a bit… unpredictable."

Shiva laughed. "That's exactly why it would be fun."

Kartikeya, standing beside his younger brother, had his arms crossed and eyes sharp. His focus was fixed solely on the bow in Adrian's hands.

"That weapon," Kartikeya muttered. "It's responding to him."

Shiva raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"The bow… it's happy," Kartikeya said quietly. "I can feel it , I know when a weapon accepts its wielder… but when a weapon rejoices? That's rare."

He turned toward his father, seriousness in his tone.

"He's a warrior. A true one. And that bow… it's found a hand it doesn't just obey—but respects."

Shiva's smile widened.

"I told you," he whispered. "My little Asura… reborn not to destroy the world this time, but to protect it."

Ganesha added thoughtfully, "If we don't guide him, others might claim him. And with gifts like that… his path could either save the world… or burn it."

All three gods stared at the boy on the screen in silence.

And behind them, Parvati stood quietly… her heart loud, her breath shallow, and her mind repeating a single, thunderous truth:

"That's my child too."

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End of Chapter.