Chapter 192 - He dropped the bomb out of nowhere (1/2)

|Innaya|

I have never seen anyone so energetic after traveling. Her voice did not appear tired anymore. On the other hand, her enthusiasm was oddly perplexing. Did she not travel at all?

After what had happened a month ago, I could not feel but be suspicious of anyone and everyone around me. I had no control over my emotions. They ran wild, making me go crazy as well.

”I have some work, Ayu. You're anyway here for long. We can catch up later. Rest for a while, and don't disturb Innaya. We slept late last night, and she had to wake up early. Let her have some rest. I'll see you at lunch.”

I did not miss how Eshan covered up for me, giving a vague explanation.

”Oh!” I heard her sigh. It sounded as if she was feeling discouraged. ”Okay. You go ahead with your work, I'll return to my room.” There. Her cheerful voice was back again. She sure knew how to control her emotions and behave accordingly.

Her light footsteps faded away as she left. It was a good thing that I gave her the guest room on the ground floor beside the living room.

If she had asked for another room, closer to our bedroom, then I did not know how to handle her suspicions. Eshan was sleeping in the other room beside his study. Even his clothes were shifted in that room.

This way, we had a little more privacy. She could not stumble on our living arrangement. I needed to think a way of asking Eshan to shift back to our bedroom until his friend was with us.

I pulled back my hand from the knob. There was no use of going out, she had left. Eshan would have left as well. I needed to take a shower. I had to prepare lunch for us. Before her, we had to put a good show of things being good between us. Meanwhile, I had to search for a way of making things right between us. I could not let our relationship suffer more. We both were hurting, but I had no other way.

At least for now, all I hoped was for his friend to leave soon, and not make things difficult for us.

I opened the wardrobe to take clothes. I picked up the long floral dress in red color. It was again, Eshan's gift.

*

”You look good in our Indian clothes, but sweetheart they are quite troubling to handle. So, I have brought these clothes for you. And, you don't need to change your clothing style just because now you are a married woman. Weren't you wearing long skirts, dresses, gowns before our wedding? Then, why now you want to shift to something else? Don't change. I love you the way you're.

*

His words were still fresh in my mind. The clothes he had brought filled two wardrobes. I did not realize the evening we had spent window-shopping on online sites while lazing in our bedroom would bring me such surprise. I was truly touched to the point of being speechless.

I had just thrown myself in his arms. I had my old clothes in my maternal place. Though I did not feel the dire need of them, the thoughtfulness of Eshan was remarkable.

I caressed the fabric under my fingers. My heart trembled as I was reminded of the goodness of my husband.

What I had given him in response?

Hurt?

Pain?