Chapter 64 - The unintended gift of suffering (2/2)

It was like watching a routine. They both were almost behaving in synchronization.

Arjun gestured towards the door, silently asking me to leave through his eyes.

I did not want to, but I compelled him. Casting a last look towards Eshan, whose face held a troubled expression, I left, giving them the privacy Arjun wanted.

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Leaning my back against the wall exactly opposite to the door I had closed on my way outside, I looked at my feet. My thoughts revolved around everything that had happened so far.

To forget something, we must learn to forgive. Was forgiving someone that easy? I wondered to myself.

I had not forgotten what that sorry excuse of a human being did to my mother and me, and certainly, I had not forgiven him for destroying our lives with his greed. Try as hard I might, but I could never forget the things, and that made trusting someone difficult for me. I have always had trust issues. Always.

When I was a teenager, I had practically vowed to never marry and let a man have my heart, only to destroy it into the infinite pieces mercilessly.

I had to protect my heart and myself. As I grew up, I treasured that promise with everything I had, not letting another man in my thoughts, dreams, and most importantly in my life. Eshan entered my life, and before I could even realize, that promise was broken.

Eshan was something else. He was someone else. Someone who I hadn't thought existed. He was one of his kinds.

Not that I had so much knowledge about the male company and their behavior, but regardless it was the truth. I had never seen anyone like the man who was inside, oblivious to the turmoil he had put me through.

Was that how he felt every time my past had resurfaced, taking me into its clutches, and I had lost myself in the darkness?

Would he dare to forgive me for putting false allegations on him?

Would he dare to forgive me for comparing him to someone as disgusting as my father?

Would he dare to forget that I had thought so low about him despite having spent a considerable amount of time with him to know what kind of a person he was? But more than that, would he dare to forgive me for the same?

He might, but perhaps, I would never be able to forgive myself.

My heart flipped in nervousness regarding Eshan's reaction to my presence. Agreed we were talking before he fainted, but that was different.

Would he not want to see my face again?

Was he regretting marrying me?

Was everything over between us?

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