Chapter 228 - I said, don’t touch me... (2/2)

”Haha… Talk? Sort? You mean to say- taunts, sarcastic remarks, accusations, hurtful words?” Innaya accused. Tears streamed down her face.

I flinched. My own words came mocking in my face. Why did I have to be a jerk to her? I should have kept my anger to myself.

”I-I'm sorry,” I apologized, trying to formulate a plan in my head. Innaya was looking at me, so with my slipper clad feet, I slid the broken glass before me to the side, slowly. I did not wish to draw her attention to my action, least she got agitated.

”No, I'm sorry. I brought bad luck to your life. I shouldn't have agreed for this marriage,” she muttered.

”NO.” I shook my head. ”Don't say that. D-don't. You are not thinking clearly. Sweetheart, please, listen to me.”

”Yes, it's always me. I don't think clearly. Right, you are right,” Innaya hiccuped, blaming herself. She looked down at her feet in a trance. ”It is always me. I bring bad luck everywhere I go. My father was right. I ruined his life. I ruined my mother's life… and I ruined yours… It is my fault,” she whispered brokenly. Her breathing got labored, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing for her chest heaved uncontrollably as she sobbed.

She was going to have a panic attack if this continued.

No… I could not let that happen.

Something hard slipped in my palm, and I looked down to see the broom in my right hand. Arjun tapped my shoulder to act fast. He had at some point gotten hold of the broom. How he achieved that, I did not care. Right at the moment, I could not be any more thankful for it.

I swept the floor before me, clearing the area before us. I threw down the broom and reached to the Innaya.

The first thing, I did was to take her in my arms. ”Sweetheart, calm down.” My chest felt heavy as if a heavy rock was pressing it down. Watching her breaking down made me feel helpless, as well as worthless.

”It's not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault.” I repeated as I rubbed her back.

If anyone was at fault, then it had to be me. Despite knowing how stress affected her, I failed in keeping her away from the stress. Moreover, I ended up stressing all the more because of my anger, and thoughtlessness. I deserved getting beaten up.

The whimpering sound coming from the door had me looking up. There stood mom, crying as she leaned on dad for the support. She pressed her fist on her lips to not make any sound. Dad shot me a furious glare.

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