‘I wish you could see through my eyes,’ whispered Shiva, ‘so you could see your own ethereal beauty.’ Sati rolled her eyes and turned away, still struggling within Shiva’s grip. ‘I’m ugly! I know it! Don’t use your love to insult me.’ ‘Love?’ asked Shiva, pretending mock surprise, wiggling his eyebrows. ‘Who said anything about love? It’s lust! Pure and simple!’ Sati stared at Shiva, her eyes wide. Then she burst out laughing.
