Author's POV:

Vihaansh's embrace tightened around Ishika, his arms a castle against a world he no longer trusted. Her words lingered in the air between them, soft yet powerful, weaving through his thoughts like an unwavering mantra. She had called him her deity, not just her husband, not merely the man she loved, but her devta. It was just a word, but it carried her love and devotion to him. He never knew that someone could see good in him, or he never thought that it existed in him.