Chapter 8 - Mr. Husbands Demand of Hospital Visit (1/2)
|Innaya|
I stepped outside of college gate with Siya beside me while I filled her about what happened in Mr. Roy's cabin.
”So,” Siya dragged out the word while arching her right eyebrow upwards.
”So what Siya, I am not sure about this. However, I will be in Mumbai at that time but I do not think I should go on with it,” I answered her thinking she asked about my opinion while roaming my eyes on the papers Sir handed to me, ”It will be like taking credit of something I haven't done. It's his hard work,” I finished feeling bad.
”I was not talking about the conference you Idiot,” Siya smacked lightly on my hand.
”What the -
I rubbed the place while glaring at her.
”Shut up Innaya. There is nothing to think about, Sir asked you because Verma Sir, who happened to be the co-author of Roy Sir's paper are going abroad for another conference at the same timeline and as he is your guide for the project so he must have put forward your name to Roy Sir. Technically as Roy Sir said, it will be a good opportunity for you,” Siya informed, in a serious tone.
'Could Verma Sir suggest my name? Agreed he is my project guide but recommending my name?'
”But-
Siya again cut my words unaffected of my glare, ”No, you aren't taking undue credit for something. You will be working on it after the exam. Chill, why don't we do one thing? You go home discuss with your husband and then decide.”
”Hmm--
Seriously? You had to interrupt me again.
”Now before you divert the topic to something else as you did before, by that 'so' I meant to ask you about your husband.” Rolling her eyes Siya told me her main question
”What about Eshan,” I asked confused.
Stopping abruptly Siya stood in front of me with hands on her hips glaring at me, she gritted, ”YOU, are you planning on keeping your husband secret as the other information you kept from me?”
”What the-
I thought we were past that secret thing.
”When am I meeting him?” She asked again bringing my attention back to the point.
”Oh,” I sighed once registering her demand.
”Oh,” Siya rolled her eyes dramatically.
”Eshan?” The familiar figure of Eshan in black Armani standing against his White Mercedes door caught my attention.
What a striking contrast.
”Yes Eshan, your Eshan.”
”Siya, shut up,” I hissed lowly at her while dragging her towards his way.
”What are you doing here?” I asked as we reached near him.
Wasn't he supposed to be at home?
”Hello Tesoro,” Eshan whispered his greetings in my ear. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders Eshan pulled me towards himself
His deep husky voice caused some fluttering in my heart, while the warmth of HIM provided the comfort of home.
”Huh?” Dazed I looked at his face as he squeezed my shoulder lightly, when I didn't answer.
”I said hello sweetheart. I came to pick my wife,” Eshan answered, giving his that beautiful smile while taking off shades from his eyes.
”Hello Sir, I'm Siya Raghav Innu's best friend.” Siya interrupted again introducing herself as I was too lost to say anything.
”Call me Eshan Siya, nice to meet you.” Eshan turned towards her greeting her still holding me.
”Shall we go sweetheart?” Turning his head into my direction, Eshan asked lovingly staring in my eyes.
I nodded still affected by his closeness unable to form any words.
Saying our goodbyes to Siya, we sat in the car.
Once settled inside Eshan turned towards me.
”How was your day, Sweetheart?”
What was with him and endearment?
”Good and yours?” I answered while keeping my bag in the back seat.
”How would it be without my beautiful wife... boring?” I whipped my head so fast, forgetting that my body was turned backward, resulting in the collision of my head with something.
”Ouch!”
” Careful!”
We both uttered at the same time.
I rubbed my forehead thankful that the impact was not too strong.
I noticed he had brought his palm in between his seat, and me as he moved little backward before my head could hit, forcefully on it.
”Thanks!” I muttered in low voice.
'Why I have to embarrass myself?' However, it would not have happened, if he had not said something like that in the first place.
”When you had TT's shot?” This time carefully I turned towards him as he asked the question unexpectedly.
”TT?” I questioned puzzled.
”Tetanus munchkin.” He answered shaking his head lightly.
”Tetanus? Munchkin?”
What the? Did he really think I don't know what TT is? Now once again new endearment.
”Yes.” He nodded his head upside down as if he really got across his point.
”I have had the shot, so I don't need one and it's just small cut it's not like I have cut my whole hand.” I huffed angrily folding my hands on my chest and turned my attention to the road.
”Pazza, ragazza stupida. Parla spazzatura. oh Dio aiutami a non rimproverarla. cosa devo fare con questa ragazza?”(Mad, stupid girl. Talk rubbish. Oh, god helps me not to scold her. What shall I do with this girl?)
He muttered something too fast in his favourite language.
Maybe on noticing my frown, he switched back to English, with darkened eyes he spoke as if warning, ”Don't you talk like that-
Annoyed with his language I pointed my finger in his direction to put my point, gritting the word so he would understand, ”YOU don't talk like that. Just because I don't know the language doesn't mean you can say whatever you please and insult me.”
”Insult you?” Astonished he asked, turning the car to left.
”Haha... Haha... Insult.... Haha... God.”
”Il mio adorabile gattino, sei così carino.”(My adorable kitten, you are so cute.)
First, he laughed at me and then he dared to use that Italian or French or whatever language again.