Chapter 60 - Where was I? (1/2)
|Innaya|
In life, one has to do things irrespective of what we want to do. It might seem like we are given choices, but the truth is bitter. We're given choices, yet what we need to choose has already been decided. Those choices are for namesake only. Just like the choice of getting married to Eshan.
My family made it seems like, I had to decide about my marriage, but it wasn't the case. My destiny was already fixed by them. Otherwise, nothing could happen within a snap of a finger. Eshan's family came unannounced, we got engaged instantly, and then within two weeks a simple ceremony, and boom, I was married.
Barely a month after being married, I had to leave my hometown, a place where my only family lived. In one day, my whole world migrated to a new, unfamiliar building. The building, which slowly became home because of the warmth its host provided and made me the hostess.
These past five months, I didn't realize how my world started revolving around Eshan, only. It amazed me how I, the person who disliked depending on anyone, who raised guard against the mere idea of including someone in her life, let him enter in my life, in my heart.
Where that left me? Allowing him in my life, turned out to be this painful, some beautiful, and memorable days of bliss, and later all remained was a pain.
I blinked my eyes as tears again started resurfacing in them. I bit my lip; my numb body fell backward as instead of my knees, I was now sitting on my buttocks in a very sorry state.
Arjun had not left, and I was quite aware of his piercing blue eyes trained upon me.
”Leave,” I said as I hardened my heart. It was over, all over. There was no use of holding him back when I knew he wasn't going to be of any help.
When I heard no sound even after quite a time had passed, I raised my head to look at him. I expected to meet his cold and empty eyes, but I was surprised to see the same concern swirling in those blue eyes. Baffled, I watched him kneeling in front of me, offering me the white handkerchief. I stared at his outstretched hand, foolishly.
What was he trying to do? Shouldn't he leave after I granted him an easy escape?
”Stop crying. You look ugly.”
What was that? Sarcasm? Joke? Truth? I failed to understand the sudden change in his behavior. The man who didn't care to speak more than a couple of words in the past two months was now crouching before me, holding me, comforting me. It was unexpected.
”Shh…” Arjun pulled me in a brotherly hug when I sat still, too stunned to react. ”Silly girl,” he helplessly said as he patted my head. And, that action of his had me weeping all over again.
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