Chapter 29 - Are... are you really here or I am imagining you? (2/2)

He made me drink water again before pulling me into his arms. ”Arjun briefed me about what happened.”

My eyes snapped to the place where Amma and Arjun were standing at the mention of Arjun from him. How could I forget about them? What must they be thinking about me?

As if, Eshan read my mind because he answered my unasked question. ”They left.”

I relaxed in his arms, knowing he did that for me. It did not matter, when, how, why? Arjun and Amma must have had number of questions but they respected my space. Tomorrow I would have to deal with them but for now, I was happy being in my husband's arms. At least this night I could have no problem falling asleep.

”Sameer and Barun took my place... I just couldn't stay there,” Eshan informed me, at the same time he confessed his inner feelings.

I fiddled with his clothes, mindlessly. ”I am sorry—” I apologised. For me, he left his important work, even when I did not share the whole or part of the matter with him.

”Don't.” Eshan softly admonished me before he added, ”Those things are not as important as you are. Wouldn't you have done the same?”

'Yes, I would have.' My mind agreed with him. His fingers were playing with my hair while his other hand held me close to his heart. Our legs were stretched on the bed, with Eshan's back resting against the headboard and I almost leaning on him, with my head against his chest. I wondered how we ended in such a position.

From our present intimacy no one could predict what had transpired sometimes ago. It was almost serene being with him.

”Innaya?”

I hummed in response, focusing on his fingers that were running on side of my face, almost making me sleepy.

”You want to share what happened? You were thrashing and mumbling something about being...” Eshan trailed off.

For a moment, I had forgotten about it. That was the effect Eshan had on me, nowadays.

Was I ready to tell him?

However, bottling everything was not helping me either. One day or other, I had to tell someone and talking was the best therapy, suggested by my doctor.

”Innu, never think before talking your heart out with someone, who actually cares. There will be people who would probe you just to get gossip out of it and there will be those, whom, your pain will cause pain. Always differentiate between them and never lose the chance you get. It's not for someone else's satisfaction but for tranquillity of your own mind.” I remembered Grandpa's advice.

Eshan rubbed my upper arm, unknowingly comforting me. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for sharing a part of my past, not for him but for my own peace.

”Let's say, I have a bad history with that... That woman.”

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