Chapter 137 - How about I help you in changing? (1/2)

|Innaya|

Numb.

I could not feel my body anymore. All my senses had stopped working. I knew I needed to get out of this illusion. It was over. That nightmare was long over. It had been so many years to it. He was not coming back. Arjun had also mentioned that. He had told me that my father wasn't coming back. Grandpa had also said that.

I was safe.

Grandpa had saved me.

Grandpa had brought me back to life.

I knew it. Yet, I could no longer shake away those cognitive distortive tricks my mind was playing with me.

Grandpa, I needed him. I wanted him to chase away my demons, the way he had done from my childhood.

My mind had stopped working long ago. I could see nothing but the face of my father closing on me as he strangled my neck.

Then, I realized grandpa had left this world. He had left me with the man he trusted the most. Eshan, my husband. Where was he? Why was not he pushing away the man strangling his wife? What was he doing?

I wanted to call him, but my father's grip didn't allow it.

He was winning. I could see it, I could feel it. He was close to achieving his purpose. I was close to losing my senses as lack of oxygen made it difficult to remain conscious.

Abruptly, the huge pressure from my neck was lifted off, but it was late. My father's purpose was filled, my body stopped breathing. The last thing I saw was the way his lips curved in that gleeful sinister smile.

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Cold.

I shivered.

Why?

Why was it so cold?

I gasped, my body suddenly reacting and greedily gulping down a mouthful of air. Thank god! I could finally breathe. I could finally see beyond my illusion. I had finally gotten out of the cage my memories had created.

Against the pressing force of water, I blinked my eyes. The face of man, worried to the death, was looking at me with his forehead pressed against mine.

Were those tears in his eyes?

My eyes sought my husband's face standing before me. He was dripping wet. Water droplets were cascading from his head to toe.

Eshan suddenly leaned down and placed his head on my shoulder. He tightly hugged me.

What happened to him?

I ached to call his name, but my whole energy was drained. Even moving my arm felt a hard task, my throat also hurt.

I squinted my eyes as I tried recalling how I ended up in the bathroom. We were in the bedroom, weren't we? Eshan wanted to look at my scar. I had allowed him. Then what happened? How we ended up in the bathroom? Under the shower?