Chapter 132 - Argh! My Life... (1/2)

|Innaya|

I blinked my eyes repeatedly to send back those tears. It was not s time to feel emotional. I wondered why his little action such as bringing apple slices, made me feel touched. It was no big deal yet.

Perhaps it revived my memory with Grandpa. Back then, whenever I needed to visit hospitals or clinics, grandpa would carry a lunch box with apple slices. If we had to wait, he would never let me wait in the lobby for our number, rather we would sit in our car, with me having those slices.

Eshan's knowledge about me and my habits could not be doubted. He must have known it too. However, it oddly made me feel his sincerity rather than feeling stalked.

”What's wrong?” Eshan asked as he put back the lid on the Tiffin.

I shook my head in denial. I doubted if I spoke, he would know the truth from my voice. So, I smiled at him, turned around as I wiped the treacherous tear that escaped through my eye, and took the passenger seat in the car.

Eshan stood there bewildered. Soon, he gained control over his thoughts when his mobile rang.

Through the glass of the car's window, I watched his tall figure busy in conversing. His eyes never left mine, and that small gesture of his made something warm spread in my chest.

The skies were darkening as evening approached. I didn't realize how the day passed so swiftly. Daylight was slowly dimming away as the sun embarked on his journey towards the horizon.

Under the setting sun, Eshan's tall figure looked imposing. I would never get enough of his different shades, and I would never be able to stop my heart from racing at every sight of his. I sighed as I pulled the reins of my widely beating heart.

Where we had plans of going out and enjoying our day out, and where we have to visit the hospital. 'Argh! My life!'

Eshan seemed to be done with his talking. He approached my side and pulled open the door of the car. Bending to my level, he said, ”Tesoro, we don't need to go to the hospital anymore. It was Dr. Mittal. He said we can visit him at his home only. It's just a couple of blocks away.”

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I looked around at the spacious and cozy villa. After Eshan told me about the change in plans, we changed our route, and within five minutes, we'd reached our destination.

”Let's go,” Eshan whispered as he interlocked his fingers with mine. I gazed at his face when his fingers found the gap and perfectly fit in mine.

I nodded. We made our way inside of Dr. Mittal's residence.

Eshan squeezed my palm as we reached the living room. Eshan actually understood that I felt uncomfortable with the mention of hospitals and doctors. Trauma could not be forgotten so easily. That week-long stay in the hospital still sent shudders through my spine.

I did not know why, but I remembered every little detail of that period along with the rude hospital staff. They played a major role in increasing my fears toward hospitals.

”There you are. Come, come inside,” A cheerful voice greeted us. A man in his A man in his late forties with slightly greying hair walked towards us, welcoming us with a cheerful smile. His smile could make anyone comfortable. He had that warm aura around him, that eased people's hearts.