Chapter 80 - Emotionally Pathetic Mess (1/2)

|Innaya|

” Thank you !” I gratefully looked at Arjun once we were away from the earshot of other men standing in the garden. He just saved me from being in an awkward position. Those hateful eyes of Sahil were still haunting me. For a moment out there in the garden, I had caught the scornful look on Sahil's face. It scared me.

Arjun just smiled in response and followed me to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out the almond cake I baked in the afternoon. Eshan and I had only finished half of it.

”Cake? Wow! It's my lucky day. Give me. Give me the plate.” Arjun childishly snatched the plate from my hands. I smiled at his enthusiasm, being with him made me temporarily forget about people out there.

Arjun leaned against the kitchen counter and started eating.

”At least sit on the chair, and then eat,” I helplessly said, seeing him gobbling it like a toddler, discarding all the manners.

I busied myself with preparing an early dinner when Arjun did not move. ”Do whatever suits you,” I mumbled under my breath.

”So?” Arjun raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Puzzled, I waited for him to explain as I started washing the vegetables.

”How are the things going on between the two of you?” Arjun asked, trying to be casual and uncaring, but in fact, he was worried. He did not know how things were because it was the first time he was visiting us after Eshan and I reconciled.

I smiled at his concern. He played a big role in the improvement of Eshan and my relationship. ”Good, thanks to you.”

”Where were you for so long?” I asked. I did not realize but I had missed him. For the two months, he was mostly around me, and suddenly when he disappeared, his absence was palpable. I missed him.

”You missed me?” Arjun laughed.

I nodded. I did miss him.

”Innaya, I would say this again. Let him in. Let him know about your past when you are ready. These past days weren't easy for him too. He also suffered. Don't blame him, and don't blame yourself also. I'm not saying all this for criticizing you. I just care about both of you,” Arjun gave me a small smile.

He placed his empty plate down.

His words reminded me again of what had transpired in the past. He was right. I should let Eshan know about my past. I hummed in response.

Then, I suddenly remember the photo because of which I had misunderstood and cooked something which was allergic to Eshan. I stopped chopping. Wiping my hands, I picked up my mobile.

”Who's the chef in this photo?” I pointed the screen towards him once I found that photo. Arjun had never said it was Eshan's favorite food. I had assumed it, so I could not blame him.

”Why?”

”I made the dishes thinking it was Eshan's favorites. I didn't know about his allergies.” My face fell, thinking about my incompetence.