Chapter 25 - I hate to leave you alone. (1/2)

|Innaya|

Eshan was just at few millimetres gap distance, while his eyes flickered to my lips before they locked with mine. Too stunned with recent activities and the intensity in his eyes, I stood without moving.

My mind swirled with different possibilities about interpreting the current situation, like pushing him to create some distance or letting him know he was crossing the line or pulling him closer and losing myself in the depth of his beautiful eyes and let him have the control.

Was he going to kiss me? For the third time from when we met, I wondered. He leaned in while I closed my eyes when all I wanted to keep them locked up with his. My heart thudded widely in my chest as the nervousness bubbled within me. I could feel his breath on my lips, it was as if our breaths were mingling with each other and creating the harmony of their own.

I opened my eyes when I felt the absence of his warmth. Eshan had stepped back and was looking at me with the small smile playing on his lips. He shook his head before he ran his hand through his hair, messing them.

”I will be in my study.” He informed before briskly walking away, leaving the room.

I just stood dumbfounded at my place thinking- what the hell just happened? If he wanted, he could have just used the situation for his advantage. No one would have stopped him, not even myself.

I stared at his retreating back. Today his thoughtful action won him my respect. Because even though I could have gone with the flow now, I certainly would have regretted it later. Eshan considered that and acted with more thoughtfulness.

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”You broke my trust?”

”You disappointed me.”

”How careless you can be?”

”Can't you just do one thing properly?”

The angry voice that greeted me, as I entered the study room with breakfast tray had me, staggering in my steps. Somehow managing the tray and preventing the food from falling, I stared little afraid at the person in front of me.

With the sleeves of his white shirt folded till his elbow, his right hand holding his mobile near his ear and other massaging his temples Eshan restlessly paced in front of the study table.

”I don't need your apology. Book the next flight available.” His loud frightening voice and his angry eyes scared me. I had never seen Eshan angry. He was always sweet, caring one. I now understood all the rumours about his anger.

His anger took me back to my past, past because of which I was afraid of many things. Anger topped that list. Not wanting to be subjected to his anger or be the object for him to take it down upon, as silently as I could, I started backing away.