Chapter 207 - Running In Circles (2/2)

”Innaya,” a woman's voice called out. My eyes moved to the owner of the voice from the back of Eshan. Ayesha stood a couple of steps away. Oh! She had not left. If it was me, I would have left long ago. I would not know how to face the people I had hurt. She had some guts. Maybe, she was rather shameless.

Her face looked pale considerably. Her eyes looked little swollen as if she was crying or was that makeup? She looked at me, but her eyes darted to behind me.

”I'm sorry, Innaya. Please, forgive me,” she apologized.

She lacked sincerity in my opinion, for her eyes kept glancing behind me.

”I wanted to leave, but Eshan stopped me. If you don't like my presence

I'll leave now,” she said lowering her voice.

Eshan stopped her? Despite how angry he was at her? What was she asking my opinion for?

”You're Eshan's friend and our guest. You're welcome to stay here,” I replied after considering her words. I knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to show me her place in Eshan's life. How he did not ask her to leave and instead stopped her

She forgot one thing. I knew Eshan better than her. I understood Eshan better than her. She mistook his intentions of letting her stay here. It was visible on her face. I did not care though. She could do whatever she wanted, for I had seen through her.

”Come on, let's have lunch.” I changed the topic. She could waste her energy, how much she wanted. I would not waste my breath on her.

I left her standing there. By the time I reached the dining table, Eshan had already taken out everything from the containers. He did not pay any attention to what was happening.

”I have some work, so I'll have my lunch in the study,” Eshan announced, ladling soup in the bowl.

At that moment, I noticed he had filled his plate and was going to run away again. Did I not know his habit? I was well aware of it.

I just did not understand who was at fault and who was not. We were hurting each other, and we did not know why. Well, I knew. Was I not hurting him, so that the truth did not hurt him? For how long this could continue? His mother was going to arrive here tomorrow. How would things turn out then?

This suffering we were going through, was it worth it?

When Eshan brushed past me, I held onto his wrist. Eshan stiffened but did not withdraw his hand away. That was a relief. He raised his questioning gaze at me.

”Have lunch with us. Ayesha would feel uncomfortable with me. And, what kind of hosts we would be? Instead of cooking for her, we've already ordered from outside,” I half said, half requested bringing his attention to his friend and the conversation he had left incomplete outside.

”Okay.” He looked at me for a while and then nodded.