Chapter 22 - Not so soon, Tesoro (1/2)

|Innaya|

After more than an hour when I was sure my face was not flushed anymore and I had quite a good grip over my emotions, I exited the washroom wiping my wet hair with the towel. I wore the blue Anarkali suit with simple work, I had kept inside the washroom last night.

I noticed Eshan was not present in the room. He might have left for the guest washroom for getting ready.

I moved towards dressing table to get ready when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the clock and realized, I overslept and I was more than late from my usual time. It was almost nearing ten in the morning. The phone continued to buzz as I had kept it on vibrate mode.

'Mom Calling.'

I answered the call and put it on the loudspeaker mode as I was all alone in the room and my hands were moist.

”Hello Mom, how are you? How is Granny? I am missing both of you,” I bombarded the questions forgetting my earlier discomfort.

Mom and Grandma chuckled. I guessed Mom also had the loudspeaker on. ”Breath Innu, we are fine. Tell me how you and Eshan are. Yesterday you forgot to inform us, whether you reached or not. Eshan called us and now you are saying you missed us.”

”Umm... Mom, I slept,” I stuttered as I recalled why I did not call yesterday and why I forgot today. I mentally thanked Eshan for informing Mom yesterday.

”It's alright. Eshan told us,” Grandma spoke breaking my reverie.

”Told you what?” Afraid I asked, hoping he had not said anything about that incident. I crossed my fingers as I waited for them to answer. The wait felt like an eternity when in reality it was just a few seconds.

”That you were tired. Has something else happened?”

I sighed in relief before adding, ”Nothing Granny. You are unnecessarily worrying. Don't forget about your today's appointment okay?”

”Yes, Grandma.”

”Mom,” I whined like a child at my mother's nickname for me. I was her child.

”Where's Eshan?”

I nearly choked on air as she asked me about him. The last hour's work went in a vain as along with his name, came the memory of earlier.

”I am here, Mom.”

Abruptly I spun around as I heard his voice just from behind. How did I not notice him entering inside? I lowered my eyes instantly as I recalled, myself touching his closed eyelids. How on the earth was I going to face him, without embarrassing myself, or recalling my stupid stunt?

”How are you? Hope my daughter is not troubling you.”

”She is a sweetheart Mom.”

My heart fluttered a bit at the sincerity and affection in his voice.

”Now enough both of you, we will talk later. You guys get ready for the appointment. It's getting late.” I intervened knowing full well, I was just making an excuse to avoid his intense gaze and I wanted nothing more than to escape it.