Chapter 14 - Haunting memory from past (1/2)

|Innaya|

'Come on, this is nothing. Why is he being this way?' I desperately held my gaze at Eshan for a few seconds, when it became too much for me.

He was driving since past fifteen minutes from the time we were out of the airport, heading back to his home and all this while, he had not uttered a word or the nicknames he kept for me.

'Yeah I know, I always said they were awkward for me but I cannot deny now... I have to accept, I have become habitual to them.' If I could say with more clarity, I have developed likeability towards every nickname and the phrases in his, other languages.

Even though they were nothing but foreign to me but they always sounded sweet, just like his nature. Now, it was more like if I did not hear them even for few hours, I would feel uneasy along with a hint of something missing.

”Eshan, it is okay, really. Do not take it upon yourself, okay?” I attempted to get him speaking, something. I knew, he was blaming himself for my muscle stiffness. I thought, he would let it go soon but no, I was so wrong.

He tilted his head slightly, enough to catch my glance and did a false attempt to smile.

I sighed at that. ”Stop the car, Eshan.”

”N'allez pas s'il vous plait.” He did not stop the car but lowered the speed. ”I am fine, don't get down please.”

Oh so he thought, I was getting off the car, planning to do a walk after being tired like anything to our new home whose address I had no idea of.

'No way on the earth! I guess, he is a little too upset that made him think, I would jump out of the car. He gets so naive at times.' I thought.

” Eshan stop the car.”

My sudden stern voice made him halt the car immediately. I did not want to do that but we were moving ahead of it. He looked at me, with those eyes filled with certain sadness again.

”Eshan - ice-cream, there,” I pointed at the Ice-Cream vendor; putting some insight in my husband's brain that why I was asking him to stop the car.

'My Husband?'

'Seriously?'

I watched him deeply exhaling while closing his eyes as if relieved. I averted my eyes as the relax face of him created some flutters in my stomach.

”I will bring one for you.”

”No, I am coming along.” I insisted, stepping out of the car. If I was being frank, I had no mood for ice cream today. Already, my throat was feeling a little sore but I decided to ignore it.

Eshan was low and all I could think was, how to cheer him up. He always has been thoughtful and searched ways to make me smile and now, I could not let him the way he was being.

”Flavours?” The ice cream vendor asked and I had just opened my mouth to reply when Eshan's voice cut my words even before they could come out.

”One Butterscotch, please.”

'Okay, now this is serious. He knows about my favourite ice cream flavour too?' I looked at him with amusement and got him smiling a little and then I knew, he knew, what the amusement in my eyes was for. I wonder how much Granny had told him as in this one month of my marriage he often surprised with how much he knew about me.

”Make that two.” I quickly shifted my gaze to the vendor only to receive Eshan's denial post it.

”I won't eat, Innaya.”

”You can ignore him, royally. He does that to people, too. Get us two.” I had that tiny sarcasm in my tone. I never behaved this way with anyone other than my family or people I was close to perhaps he earned his place in my life to have me this talkative around him.