Chapter 172 - Growing Desires (2) (1/2)

(*Warning :: Slightly Mature Content*)

|Innaya|

You don't have control over what would happen in life in a matter of even blinking your eyelids. One moment you're worried over something, your heart is in turmoil, and next, you know is that situation has turned upside down. At first, no one is ever ready to accept the unexpected future. People learn to adapt. But, for adapting one needs time. It doesn't happen instantly within a snap of fingers.

The same happened to me.

How could I have expected the man who went to the office before roughly around four hours, would be back so soon. And, on top of that, he would find in such… such… umm, inappropriate state.

'Huh… Inappropriate state? You sure aren't n.a.k.e.d.' My subconscious taunted. I had no words to refute. Every single word of justification would result in a counterattack. Why should I engage in battle with myself? That would be too foolish of me.

The main problem that remained was the eyes of my husband that was slowly moving all over me. It started with my face as they slowly trailed downwards. My feet were frozen along with my body.

My brain's activity of reacting was paused as if triggered by something. It was as if I knew whatever was coming wouldn't be too good for my fragile heart, yet I could not make any move to avoid it.

I truly was in a difficult spot with my body not reacting following the situation. My first reaction was to feel relieved.

He had not answered my calls and that had left me in a puddle of worries. Now, seeing him before my eyes were like a wave of cold water in a burning summer- refreshing.

With one step at a time, Eshan's tall figure approached me. His eyes were a bit darker than usual. The warning bells rang dangerously in my head, yet I could only helplessly watch the man slowly getting close.

I did not get a chance to think anything further when in two long steps Eshan stood extremely close to me. Either the temperature in the room dropped or I was being too nervous, but my body shivered, and those exposed parts felt the most of chill.

For a while, our eyes were locked without anything being said. My hand on the doorknob I was still holding tightened up. I should be rushing back inside the bathroom, away from the eyes of my husband which looked quite intimidating, and intimate.

”Damn it.”

I heard his gritted hiss before I was being pulled and then pushed against the wall beside the door of the bathroom. My limp, numb body was handled and molded so effortlessly in his hands that I wondered where was my consciousness now.

He did not stop at that. I felt my back touching the wall and before I could voice out anything, his lips were descending down on mine. His hands pinned down my above my head. The difference between his kiss from all we have shared overtime was pretty apparent.