Chapter 48 - All men are same... Unfaithful cheaters! (2/2)

”Look Grandpa. See how good your good boy is.” I chuckled in disgust.

”Innaya-”

”Innaya died. You killed her.”

The horror on Eshan's face at my words tugged at my heart. I labelled it under his fright of being caught. I clutched my fingers tightly. I moved away from him, his presence suffocated me. I needed to stay away for my own sanity.

”Please, let me explain,” Eshan pleaded desperately but my mind was far-gone beyond explanation. The image of him, holding another woman in his arms crushed the hope of being wrong.

”Don't.” I raised my palm upward, stopping him from telling me lies.

”What you want to explain? How you loved her and yet sacrificed for Grandpa's last wish. How you couldn't forget her and decided to rekindle your relationship with her. Wait, did you break up with or you two were together?” My voice dropped a notch low.

I felt like a horrible person for snatching his love. For the promise he made to my Grandpa, he had to suffer.

”I don't love her.” Eshan firmly declared. His eyes were pleading me for trusting him, but I couldn't fall for it.

I shook my head repeatedly.

All men are same.

Unfaithful cheaters!

He was no different.

How could Grandpa trust him so blindly?

”Tell me, for how long this was going on? Was she the reason behind your frequent trips to Mumbai after our marriage? Or was it someone else?” I questioned, looking directly into his eyes.

”It must have been tough to keep it hidden or was it easy? Was I that easy?” Hot tears gathered in my eyes as all those months of our togetherness flashed one by one in my mind.

”Oh, God!” I gasped in the horror, the sudden realization of what they were if they weren't lovers, hit me like tons of bricks. They were together only for-

physical needs.

”How could you love someone? All you need is a body, to satisfy your bloody needs. You disgust me Eshan Singhaniya, you disgust me-”

Like a slow motion, it happened. It was too late for me to realize that I had raised my hand on him. If not for him holding it in the air, I would him slapped him.

'No matter what, raising a hand on someone just because you can is wrong. Gender does not matter but an action does, and hitting someone is a big fat no. Assaulting someone is a crime, so always be careful of your actions.'

Grandpa's word rang in my head out of nowhere; I stared in shock at my raised hand. How could I forget it?