Isha's cheeks hurt under Eshwar's strong clench; it had been minutes since they, no, he decided to speak, and not a single sentence was uttered.
"You are hurting me!" Isha yelled loudly, though they hadn't spoken. Eshwar was still holding her chin; the kisses had stopped just a few seconds ago, and though it hurt, she was grateful that he held on to her.
She knew she was behaving like a bratty, spoiled princess, but she couldn't help it; he had hidden himself behind a mask all this time! And two lives—two decades and three and a half years—wasn't a short time, and not once had he revealed himself to her, whom he claimed to have loved with all his heart!
And with a lighter feeling, her powers returned to her, since their powers were sealed at once, his powers had also returned, and exactly when Isha wanted to storm out of the translucent room, Eshwar held her wrist, halting her in her steps.
Outraged by his actions,
