Chapter 225 - Get out of this room… (1/2)
|Innaya|
We stared at each other in silence. Eshan abruptly went to one of his quiet modes as he stood hovering over me. Our faces were only inches apart. His warm breath mingled with mine, and if we were in a colder place, we could have seen them combine together in a miniature cloud before mixing with the surrounding air.
If we had not been in such a difficult situation, the position both of us were in would have led to romantic gestures. His chest heaved upside and down as he breathed heavily. His tongue darted out as he licked his dried lips, which soon parted and closed as if he wanted to say something but could not.
”Eshan, you forgot— Oh! Damn! You could've locked the damn door,” Arjun screamed dramatically. Where did he come from?
Eshan sprang to his feet, cursing under his breath. ”Damn it.”
I adjusted myself on the bed. I wiped my face, looking in the mirror to make sure that there were no traces on my face of what was happening in the room. Eshan had his back to me, so it gave me some time to sort my emotions, and put on the poker face.
I was mad at him. I had brought this on myself according to him. How could he say that? He had known me, and still, he blamed me. Those two months he had spent with me, were they not enough for him to know how much I loved Eshan? Did he not know what Eshan meant to me? Arjun had chosen to side with Eshan without hearing my side of the story. His lack of trust in me was infuriating.
”Stop corrupting my innocent eyes,” Arjun added as he walked in with his hand covering his eyes. He peeped through the gap in his fingers, though.
”Shut up!”
”Shut up!”
Eshan and I snapped at the same time. Arjun had bad timing. He interrupted us when we could finally have been sorting out our issues. On top of that, he had to pass embarrassing comments of his. Who was it corrupting his eyes? Who wanted to? Here, we hardly hugged each other, and he was speaking as if we were doing something intimate.
”Hey! Why are you being rude?” Arjun retorted as he sat beside me on the bed. Eshan looked ready to throw him out at any moment, and so did I.
”You don't lock the door. Engage in umm… how do I put it?” He tapped his head with his index finger. ”Never mind, engage in this-” he gestured towards us as if describing it with his actions, ”and have the nerve to scold me. Who do you think you are trying to intimidate? I tell you, I'm not an easy person to deal with.”
”Get out!”
”Get out!”
I looked at Eshan when we both were in synchronization once again. Arjun's words were making the blush rise on my face despite the absurdness of the situation. And, what did he mean by- engage in this? Nothing was happening.
”Whoa! Are you nuts? Sorry, Innaya not you…” Arjun apologized to me before he glared at Eshan. ”I'm helping you out of goodwill, and you are throwing me out. No. I won't leave now. I'll stay.” Arjun then fell backward on the bed. His 6'2'' figure when laid horizontally on the bed, his both arms outstretched behind his head, portrayed a picture of a model, modeling his clothes, bed, bedsheet, and himself.
I blinked my eyes to get rid of that image. My imagination was truly running wild. What situation we were in, and what was I thinking about. Hopeless, truly hopeless.
”If you don't leave, I'm going to throw you out by myself,” Eshan threatened Arjun. Eshan overlooked one thing. That no one could intimidate Arjun. I had never seen him fl.u.s.tered because of any threat, and he never retreated without a fight. Be it words, or actions. He always had to have an upper hand.
”Heartless…” Arjun commented in a low voice. I heard him clearly. It made me wonder, how much similar were we? We did not share the blood relation, but our bond was thicker than anything. It was again proved by his words. I had just called Eshan- heartless. And, now, Arjun repeated the same.