Chapter 222 - Love it or hate it, you’re stuck with this mean person for life. (1/2)

|Innaya|

”Oh, you're back.”

”How's her injury? Is it bad? What the doctor said?”

Holding onto Eshan's neck, with Eshan hoisting me in his arms when we entered our home, his mother rushed to us. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I did not want to do anything with her right now. As my head was buried in Eshan's chest, it helped me with carrying out my charade.

”Mom, she's sleeping, we'll talk later,” Eshan whispered. He played along because he obviously knew I was acting. After those kisses, we had soon left the hospital. Eshan and I did not get to talk much for the infusion were over. Arjun then had brought the nurse and after settling things there, we had no reason to be in the hospital.

The ride back to the home was a silent affair. I was trying to make sense of everything, and Eshan looked lost in thoughts as well. Only Arjun had been in the mood of passing teasing remarks. His teasing was also the reason I had closed my eyes to avoid getting embarrassed.

”Okay,” Eshan's mother said, and she lowered her voice. ”Take care of her. Oh! Where's Jun?”

Jun?

Ar-jun?

Oh! Arjun had another nickname. I did not know. It sounded good to ears as well. I might call him that some time. Eshan's mother appeared close to Arjun, and the way Arjun had talked with her early showed that they shared a very good bond. Perhaps Eshan's mother was not bad. She must have had her reasons. The only issue was, I did not want to know them now.

”Coming,” Eshan curtly replied before starting to walk away.

”Take care of her then. I'll call you for the dinner,” his mother called out.

”Okay.” Eshan did not stop and started climbing the stairs by holding me in his arms. I wished I could open my eyes and ask him to take me to the guest room. There was no need to climb so many stairs, but I knew he would not agree.

”Son.” A heavy male voice called out.

Eshan paused. I felt him turning his head. I kept my eyes closed. The voice sounded foreign to me, but the way he addressed Eshan, I knew it was Eshan's father. They had mentioned him before we left for the hospital.

”I've settled the matter. I want to have a word with you. Find me in your study in an hour,” his father informed.

The authoritative tone of his father came as a surprise to me. He sounded like one of my professors from my college. Stern and impassive. The professor whom everyone feared.

***

”Afraid of my mother?” Eshan asked when we were out of the hearing range of the people in the living room. I knew that because he was walking for quite some time now.

Gingerly opening my eyes, I stole a look at him. After confirming that there was no one behind, I shook my head.