Villain of my own novel

Chapter 91 90. Stat Control.

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They had dinner at a nearby restaurant because Isha was not in the mood for a date. They ate their dinner in silence, he held her left hand in his, without letting go even for a moment since they left the office room, his hands were still bleeding but most of it had dried up.

She noticed that, despite being covered in calluses, his hands were unusually soft and firm; his hand could completely cover hers and had several lumps as if there was no flesh in them.

When she noticed the lumps, she drew his hands closer and examined them closely; his large hands had clear skin, but when she traced her hands over the lumps, she discovered that they were all scars shaped from blades and claws that were hidden beneath the perfectly healed skin.

When she felt them, her mind went blank and an image of which all of the scars on his hand becoming fresh and bled appeared in her mind, only his fingertips had any skin on them while everything else was covered in scars and was bleeding profusely, it scared her but she clenched his hands tightly instead of letting it go.

He was always in his other form in their previous life, so he only had cold, transparent light blue hands, so she had never felt his hands of the human side until today, which made her happy and sad at the same time.

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They returned to their rooms, which had been assigned by the academy, but Eshwar followed Isha to her room, which she didn't mind but definitely was flustered about. She changed her clothes after kicking him out of the room and let him back in when she was finished.

"Are you feeling better, Miss Cyclops?" Eshwar asked Isha while taking a seat on the couch which was in front of the bed.

"Yes...." Isha replied, sat on the bed and glanced at Eshwar who sat in front of her.

'Red- angry filled with streaks of light orange- confused, light green- giddy, blue- sad, light azure- hurt and though not as much as the others he is a bit happy.....' Isha read the colours and their meanings due to her habit.

'Knowing him, he should be angry at himself, for reasons only he knows why...' Isha inwardly sighed.

'Though, it was unlikely of me, I really had one damn outburst, maybe because I have been showing more emotions recently when I'm with him... ' Isha reasoned with herself.

'Quinn, when I looked at his warm smile, I-I just wanted to rip him to shreds! He dares to smile at me when he didn't care about me years?!!!' Isha abruptly got angry, inwardly.

'If I had a bit more divinity I would have cursed him to have nightmares about his wife refusing every opinion and love he offers to her!' Isha thought in outrage.

"Can I have the honour to have a dance with you, Miss Cyclops." Eshwar's sweet voice jolted her out of her reverie when he stood back up and extended his right hand to her after playing waltz music on his smart watch.

"It would be a pleasure." She smiled brightly forgetting about everything and took his hand to stand up.

He took her left hand in his and raised his right hand above her waist to begin waltzing. He had a bright smile on his face as the colours of his emotions gradually changed until the only colour remaining was green (happy).

She felt lumps on his back as well, but they were much larger and deeper. In frustration, she bit the right corner of her lower lip, which looked too seductive, but she released it before Eshwar could take a proper look at it.

She had memories of how she had learnt to waltz but her movements were awkward because she had never danced in this life because she was too busy running, escaping, hiding and getting stronger to make herself independent, whereas his movements were fluid and seemed to have been perfected over the years.

"Where and when did you learn waltzing?" Isha asked with a bright face, enjoying both the pleasant dance and company.

"Hm? What do you think? I did everything I wanted after I returned to the human domain." He answered without much thinking and with a bright smile.

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"Returned? Where were you before?" Isha asked, furrowed her brows at him and squinted her eyes, perplexed.

"It's a long and nonsensical story, so forget about it." He flattered for a moment and said with a sigh but kept his smile.

'He is still happy, but there are two streaks of red(anger) in it, which is slowly fading away.....' Isha noticed that and didn't pry into it any further.

".... Can I ask when you returned and how you got into learning to waltz? I only want hear the process." Isha asked, her curiosity got the better of her, but she managed to avoid the topic of what happened before he returned after connecting the scars with what he did before returning to the human domain.

"Hm.... I returned when I was 13 or 14, I don't remember that properly, but I just roamed around learning many different things and waltz was one of them." He answered.

"Many different things are?" Isha asked.

"Hm... Dancing, painting, abstract art, parkour, 'proper' full body martial arts and after trying out full body martial arts I continued to focus on fighting and training my body to make it move like I want it to but I kept all the others as simple side habits." He replied with a smile.

"'Proper?'" Isha asked.

"Yeah, 'proper' because I didn't know anything about martial arts.... I just knew how to move how I want even if it meant sustaining damages, but after learning full body martial arts however,... how should I say this... Ah! My techniques got 'refined' I think." He said.

"By refining and understanding my body, I developed my own fighting technique which can used with any weapon, however and anywhere I want." He smiled brightly in excitement.

"Which is?" Isha asked.

"Ah! Right, I was going to teach you the same technique when I proposed a contract when we met the first time...." he said.

"...." Isha stared at him with a slightly flushed face.

'I was so disgusted at him, thinking of him as a pervert an-' Isha's thoughts were cut short by Eshwar.

"How you misunderstood me, how you made me run till the hotel, how we were living in same hotel and-" Eshwar said with a mischievous grin but was cut short by Isha who had the same mischievous grin.

"How we had our room next to each other..." Isha said and giggled.

They both chuckled at how awkwardly it started before returning back to the topic at hand.

"What was the technique you created?" Isha asked with curious face.

"... The technique I made is called 'Stat Control.'"