Chapter 134 - Did that b*****d, abuse you physically? (1/2)

|Innaya|

We have never been that intimate, we kissed, but that was it. The intimacy between us was more on an emotional level rather than the physical aspect. So, he never knew about that scar. So, this was the first time he was told about it. I waited for him to say something as I nervously listened to the beating of his heart.

Instead of any response, Eshan gripped my neck and forced my head backward, though his hold was not rough but not gentle either. My hand going to my neck, the hair that was pulled up hurt my scalp.

”What do you mean?” Gone was the warm, loving emotions from his eyes and the freezing coldness greeted me. His hold did not loosen, and he seemed to be not realizing his actions were hurting me.

When my hand met his wrist, Eshan's eyes widened. He pulled back

his hand and I rubbed my neck.

'Do I explain?'

'Better, I show him. However, what will he think?' Those thoughts were putting me in a dilemma. Pushing those thoughts away, I made my decision.

I turned my back on him. Out of nowhere, his hand shot out grabbing my arm. A little forceful tug and I were whirled on my feet, facing the cold fury that radiated from him.

”You aren't going anywhere before answering me.” For the first time I shivered from the murderous aura, he gave off. His eyes blazed with the fire, as he gritted his teeth, ”Did that... b*****d, abuse you physically?” I knew how hard it was for him to say those words. His struggle was visible on his face and in those dark orbs were the unhidden pain.

”I am showing you. I am not going anywhere,” I replied, ignoring the other half on his sentence and ignoring the pain that his tight grip was causing.

His cold mask dropped as soon as words were out. I could see the instant regret on his face; before he could apologize, I turned again. This time, he did not interrupt. However, I had caught the sight of his tightly balled fists on either side.

I swept my hair on my left shoulder and before my mind could change my decision, I pulled up the pajama top and let it bunched near my neck. The black camisole underneath stayed, covering most of my back, but it was deep and wide enough for him to have a clear view.

Unsure if he could see in the moonlight, the scar that started from the corner of my right shoulder and ended in the middle of my back, I was about to drop the top. The sharp intake of breath following my action halted me.

He saw.

Eshan saw that scar.

My heart galloped in my chest wildly. This was me at my most vulnerable. Yes, I was not fully bare— bodily, but my soul was. The silence only stretched further, and so did my nervousness.