CHAPTER 23

ORA’S POV

After all the preparations were done, I sat down with my legs crossed and placed both my hands on his head, softly chanting the spell I had memorised. I didn’t know what to expect. Nobody I knew had tried something of this sort before.

For a very long time, all I could feel was the damp, foggy wind in the cave; all I could hear was my erratic heartbeats and the soft blend of Nivaan’s even breathing with my uneven ones. The words, the ritual seemed to be having no effect at all.

Weariness started creeping on me and for a moment I contemplated giving up on the ritual. But, then Evaan’s face flashed in my mind. Drawing in a deep breath, I started chanting the spell with renewed vigour.

All of a sudden, like a flash of blinding light; all of NIvaan’s memories slammed into me. My head throbbed as they drowned me in their torrential cyclone. My memories started getting mixed with his creating a state of utter chaos.

I remain