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The silence didn't break. It deepened as the each words of Madri were spoken.
Madri lifted her gaze—This time, directly meeting Devara's eyes.
"...."
There was no hostility there.
No envy. No hidden blade in her words to trap him.
Only conviction of truth behind her words.
"I am not jealous of you,"
She said looked at him with little guilty in her expression.
Her voice steady—Clear—Unafraid that what she was asking is not a injustice but a justice for her husband.
"I can see what you are."
A pause.
"You are not just a man."
Her eyes flickered briefly with reverence—Toward what she had witnessed through the maya illusion casted by Goddess Ganga three days before.
"The son of Goddess Ganga… and Goddess Bhudevi. You revealed yourself as Lord Narasimha."
A quiet breath escaped her mouth.
-Sigh!
"No one here can deny that."
She shook her head slightly.
