This isn't going to work. As much as you love Anwar, you can't be with him forever. He's a mere human. You're a deity. His lifespan is the same duration as the blink of an eye in comparison to yours. It doesn't matter how madly in love you are with one another. It just won't work out. All the other deities tell you that you're a fool for wanting to be with a human, that you're letting your heart get in the way of things. They laugh at Anwar, mocking him.

But none of that matters right now while you're sitting on his lap, one of his hands running through your hair and the other softly playing with the chiffon of your clothes as he looks into your eyes with his loving ones. It doesn't matter that everyone else shakes their heads at the two of you, because all you need is one another. "My Goddess," Anwar whispers, looking completely awestruck with you. He never believed he was religious, but look at him now: so dedicated to worshipping you and only you. You're the only deity he'll ever worship so diligently. You're the only deity he'll ever be so devoted to.