Chapter 152 - Between Denial and Acceptance (4) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Well at first, I did not understand what Eshan meant my recreating the scene. When he held me with that intense look in his eyes with his face inching closer to me, I realized his intention. I had read far too many novels than he did. However, it didn't strike me first. I should have known it by looking at those passionate eyes gazing back at mine.

I would have never that Eshan would opt for such kind of excuse for kissing me. I would have never thought that he could be so bold to actually act on it in the public place. A public place- where anybody could walk on us.

In India, you could get arrested if caught by the police. Public display of affection that included being intimate was not allowed. So, when Eshan approached me with the clear intention of kissing, I was clearly astonished.

Eshan's lips were just about to meet mine when the moment was broken by a ringtone. 'What perfect timing!' I sarcastically thought. On second thought, wasn't it a good thing? The intimate moment was broken. Judging from the way Eshan's eyes narrowed down, I knew the caller was in trouble.

”You should answer the call,” I said as I moved out of his arm, making my way out of the water.

Eshan stiffly nodded. His hand stretched out as if wanting to hold me, but I evaded him. My heart hadn't settled down yet. I needed a moment to calm down. I walked ahead, leaving him to attend the call.

I did not go much further though. Walking a couple of steps, I found the dry place to sit down. After sitting down, I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them.

My eyes remained on Eshan as he stood there, talking or rather taking his anger out on the poor soul on another end of the call. I pressed my lips with the back of my hand to avoid laughing out loud, watching the serious figure of my husband.

I could not hear what he was saying or with whom he was talking. I only knew that the conversation wasn't pleasant. I watched him for a while, keenly observing how his personality was different from others.

I remembered researching about him before our marriage. At that time, all the tabloids, news had mentioned what kind of cold man he was. However, I realized how different he was from what the media portrayed.

I didn't recall having him raised his voice once or getting angry at me ever. From the time we met, all I saw was a caring, thoughtful, patient, and compassionate man with emotions. He ignored every mistake of mine, no matter how grave it was. With me, I never saw the angry side of him, and I didn't wish to see it ever.

A soft smile came across my lips as I tilted my head on my arms. The man standing in the seawater under the starless sky portrayed a picturesque scene. I quietly pulled my phone and clicked a picture of him. Eshan's frown eased when he caught the sight of mobile in my hand. His eyes turned soft as he looked at me lovingly.

Perfect.

I stared at the picture on my screen. I gave thumbs up to him for unknowingly giving me a chance to capture the perfect picture. I immediately kept it as the wallpaper. I wanted to cherish this small outing of ours, and it was the perfect way to keep the memory of it.

I yawned, feeling tired as I put the mobile away. The evening in the hospital was truly tiresome. I just hoped that nothing else would come out of those reports that gynecologist wanted. I had no energy and will to go through more tests, check-ups, and hospital visits.

The one visit of today made me feel so awful that I couldn't even explain it in words. That MRV machine, though they claimed it was the most non-invasive method, they didn't warn me about that cold room and those loud voices. Not to forget those stirrups they had tied me with.

Who knew, that the room would be freezing cold. Though they had given me a blanket, it wasn't enough. On top of that despite my protests, Eshan had accompanied me. Seating in the chair placed in one corner, he had borne all the cold without any word of complaint. It was his unwavering silent support that had motivated me to go through the procedure. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been capable of going through it. Other than both of us, no one was in that MRV room.

”Aaaaaaaaa.” A loud screech came from out of nowhere.