Chapter 38 - I want to sleep and without you... I cant! (1/2)

|Innaya|

”Oh God, you are soaking wet. What happened?” I asked as I rushed to assist Eshan.

I almost faltered in my steps, my worried heart going in overdrive with anxiety.

Eshan walked in holding his laptop bag and coat in one hand, he was drenched from head to toe as if he stood below the shower with his clothes on. His clothes were sticking to his body as water that dripped from his body, made a little pool of water where he stood.

It wasn't raining outside, was it?

”Nothing-” His words were cut off as he sneezed loudly and repeatedly.

”God bless you! You are sneezing,” I stupidly remarked as I took things from his hand. He ran his hand through his wet hair, making water drops fall everywhere, including me.

”Thanks for noting the obvious,” Eshan playfully retorted before he sneezed again.

”Hurry up, go take a hot shower and I will arrange dinner as well as make a hot soup for you. Go hurry up,” I pushed him towards our room, worried for his health as I wiped the fallen water from my face.

”Okay,” he nodded before he sneezed again. He was at the bottom of stairs when he abruptly turned and called out, ”Sweetheart, I will just have a soup, nothing else.”

I frowned but then nodded and rushed towards the kitchen to fix him some soup and some boiling water for steam.

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I put the bowls in a tray and after covering the bowls with lids, I made my way towards our room. Thankfully, Eshan had kept the door of the bedroom open. I made another trip to bring the remaining bowls and water.

I arranged everything on the table and till the time I finished, Eshan emerged out of the bathroom, freshly showered and changed into a cotton white shirt and black mid-rise joggers.

”Are you okay?” I couldn't help but ask as soon as I saw the tiredness on his face.

”Stop worrying Tesoro. I am fine. It's Mumbai and raining is the common occurrence.” Eshan assured while wiping his hair with the towel. He smiled before he joined me on the sofa.

I handed him his soup before I stood up from my place and walked behind the sofa. ”Hmm... Let me,” I urged, taking the towel from his hands.

Eshan leaned back as I started wiping his hair dry with the help of the towel.

”Have your soup first otherwise it will get cold,” I gently push him ahead while continuing my work. Like an obedient child, he obliged but in a midway, he tugged at my hand and I had to comply with his unsaid order of having my soup too. Thankfully, his hair had dried by then. We finished our soup with small conversations. I did most of them because he wanted to listen to me.

In-between Eshan had sneezed, so once we were done, I brought the bowl of hot boiling water from downstairs. I added few drops of eucalyptus oil in it before I asked him to take a steam.

Nowadays he was being more on the refusing and childish side. So how would he agree so easily?

”I am alright Innaya, no need of doing this,” Eshan protested.

There. He said it but I knew better than to agree. His sneezing hadn't reduced a bit.

If you want to be stubborn Mr. Husband, then I am no less. You haven't seen it yet.

I took a new towel from the cupboard and literally forced him to take the steam as I covered him and bowl by the towel.

Once he finished taking steam, I gathered up everything and took it downstairs. I did the dirty dishes and cleaned everything in the kitchen. I switched off the lights after locking all the doors properly.

Eshan was lying in the bed with his hand over his eyes and had switched off the AC. I thought to check on him first before changing.

”Better?” I asked after I joined him on the bed. I sat with my back resting against the headboard and stretched out my legs in front of me.

However, I was completely baffled when Eshan turned abruptly and buried his head in my lap. I stilled, for a second there, I forgot to breathe as he snuggled more into me and wrapped his hands around me. His hairs tickled part of the skin of my stomach as I had pinned my pallu after plating on my shoulder.

Why I had to wear a saree today? I groaned to myself. Because last week Eshan had complimented you saying, you look beautiful in saree and he had never seen you wearing them. In addition, your dear husband bought this sari. My consciousness mocked me.