漂亮的保姆中文版

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,

Isha snapped her head to glare at him, and her pitch-black-coloured, feathered wings shot wide open from her shoulder blades, and her black-coloured hair began to float mid-air as if she were under water.

FLAP-!

FLUTTER-!!!

Due to her rage, killing intent exploded out of her, and an ominous, gold-dyed ripple shot out from her, shattering the translucent room.

SHATTER-!!

Yet Eshwar hadn\'t moved an inch from the spot where he stood.

Due to her killing intent, the atmospheric structure and space around them began to twist dangerously, as the mana in the air began to tremble violently. Such a huge mana fluctuation was bound to cause extremely troublesome troubles, but right now, Isha didn\'t care.

"You should just die for all I care!!" Isha abruptly roared in rage; the eardrums of those still standing below them would have imploded if not for Eunomia, who protected them from her roar.

And it was only after a few minutes that realisation dawned upon her as her head hung low, trembling violently, with extreme guilt devouring her consciousness.

\'It\'s over.\' She thought inwardly and bit her lips painfully.

Though she didn\'t really want to say such things, she couldn\'t help herself when her mind became dangerously clouded with terrifying thoughts that were picking on her consciousness and she drifted off of reality.

"Isha....." A calm voice sounded next to her, which instantly soothed her worries and dragged her back to reality. Isha snapped her head to face the handsome white-haired man with bright orange eyes with vertical black slits gazing at her with a small pitiful smile on his face.

Her tear-stained face winced in pain as tears began to stream out of her eyes again. Yet she did nothing but sob as she hung her head low, scared to hear what he had to say.

She was hurt.

She was seriously hurt; she had just experienced how it felt when the person whom she loved ever so dearly turned out to be a fake. A fake who gave her hopes and dreams only to push her off of a cliff after she reached the top with him.

She was on top of her world with warm emotions and fantasies about how her life would always be filled with warmth, only to have a bucket of cold water splashed at her face!

Only recently did it dawn upon her that her thoughts were "fantasy"—like exactly because it was a fantasy! And she, who had created a "perfect" image of her future self, felt like her perfect life had shattered into pieces as if it were made upon a thin layer of ice.

And the person responsible for all that was standing in front of her with a pitiful smile on his face—a goddamn smile!

But,

"I\'m sorry. I\'m sorry for saying such words." Isha apologised because she knew and felt that if her pride got the best of her, she wouldn\'t even get to keep whatever remained of their relationship, and just from Eshwar\'s loosened, trembling grip around her wrist was enough for her to understand many unspoken words.

\'If I pull out my hand from his grip, then he wouldn\'t stop me from walking away....\' She understood.

In a relationship, it\'s a matter of two different hearts; it won\'t work if only one heart is beating. The wills of two different people are bound together in a relationship; without that.... You can just say that that relationship is running on a thin line drawn upon the abyss; a single misstep is all it takes to drown deep into the abyss.

And currently, Eshwar is holding on to their relationship, while Isha is also holding on to their relationship, albeit loosely. If it wasn\'t for him, the relationship would have been shattered into pieces, and it would have taken lifetimes just to get back to the stage they were currently in.

Though she too didn\'t want to let go, it was hard—a bit too hard for her—a relationship built on a fake wouldn\'t last, and she knew that if she let go now, no one—not even Eshwar—would blame her, but the problem was that she would, she would blame herself, no matter what.

The only reason Isha was hesitating so much was because she knew the truth about him and would be patient enough to hear his reasons; forgiving him about the matter at hand was almost nonexistent.

"Who.... What am I to you, Eshwar?" Isha asked after a sharp exhale, looking down as she floated mid-air with Eshwar floating with her, holding her wrist.

FLAP-!

With a strong flap, Eshwar\'s bat-like, humongous wings protruded out of his shoulder blades. His wings then extended up until the moons glimmering behind him were covered.

Isha, confused by his actions, gazed up at him and noticed his wings cast a shadow upon him, rendering her unable to see his face. She wouldn\'t have been able to see the smile on his face if not for "her" glow that shone on his face.

Isha glared at him with teary eyes as her brows knitted into a deep frown in confusion.

"You are the only light to shine in my darkness."