Chapter 162 - Be My Personal Assistant (1/2)

|Innaya|

Once again, I had woken up to the cold bed. Eshan wasn't beside me. Opening my eyes felt a huge task as they were swollen. They always did whenever I lost control over my emotions. The first thing I did after getting out of the bed was to find Eshan.

He had returned. I knew it, and he was somewhere in the house. Maybe, he was trying to be strong for me. In the solitude would he shed the pretense of being strong and unaffected. I knew he had a lot to handle on his plate, and above everything he prioritized me. So, it was only natural for me to worry about him.

On not finding him in the study, I changed the direction to the living room. There I found him perched upon the sofa, caressing Fortune. A tiny bit of smile bloomed across my lips finding that he wasn't alone. Pets were a great company for they provided one a peace and calm company rather than being noisy like human beings.

When I tried calling his name, my throat screamed in protest. It hurt as the dryness made me cough up a bit. My voice came out very feeble, yet Eshan heard me. His face snapped in the direction where I stood, and seconds later Fortune rushed over, beating Eshan to it.

”Fortune, NO,” Eshan screamed, but fortune did not heed to it, nor did he stop.

Fortune's eagerness for some reason did not scare me. Rather when he thoughtfully slowed down before reaching me and just slumped on the stair one step below the one I was standing upon, made me feel touched.

He knew how to behave. Maybe, that's why they said that pets could sense your mood and make it better. Little cautiously, I sat down on the stair, keeping my distance from him.

What unfolded later, was something I would have never thought. Eshan showed me new perspectives always. He did not impose his thoughts or tried to make me believe in his words. He gave me time. He waited for me to take that step and make a choice. Just as despite knowing about my fears about dogs, he was showing me a way to do what I wanted.

I wanted to touch Fortune, and he was showing me how to. Tentatively I followed Eshan's actions, however, I was startled when I heard a throat clearing followed by a male voice.

”Ahem... sir.”

My head snapped upward so quickly that I worried about getting a whiplash.

”Who're you?”

”Why are you still here?”

I looked at Eshan when we both asked the questions at the same time. Eshan looked a little annoyed and embarrassed. I wondered why though.

Turning my gaze away from him to the youth standing near the sofa whose ears had turned red, I frowned. I remembered never seeing him before. The gold-rimmed spectacles of his reminded me of grandpa. The style was awfully familiar.

I felt a burning sensation in my eyes. I pushed back those tears. Instead, I stubbornly stared at him questioningly. Who was he? Why it looked as if he was embarrassed?

”He's Parth, my assistant. He's someone I consider younger brother as well,” said Eshan as his eyes softened when he introduced Parth to me.

”And, Parth, meet your sister-in-law and my beautiful wife, Mrs. Innaya Eshan Singhaniya.” Eshan wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in his arms. I blushed at the proximity. How proudly and intimately he introduced me to someone other than family warmed my insides.

The thought of how it would be if we made our marriage public, made me feel delighted as well as fearful. Sometimes families as powerful and as influential as us made nothing easy. Being in the eyes of media could be disastrous for one's personal life - both mentally and physically. If they were to dig more into my personal life, nothing would remain peaceful for me.

”Hello Ma'am.” The man stuttered.

”What Ma'am? Call her sister-in-law,” Eshan chided him.

”Hey.” I smiled at him. I knew nothing else about him. I had nothing else to talk about as I had never been a sociable person.