Chapter 229 - Lets just stop hurting each other... (2/2)

I lost control over my emotions, and let my fear take control. I forgot what I said, and what I did. Sometimes, I wondered why I always ended up doing something completely opposite of what I wanted.

I heard Eshan's voice after I felt his presence. I could always sense him. It sounded weird, but it was the case. Subconsciously I moved closer to him when I felt my feet losing contact with the floor.

Sound of the door closing had me open my wet eyes. Well, the task was a little tricky because my eyelashes seemed to have glued themselves to each other, making it hard for me to open them. Even after opening my eyes after a little struggle, it took me a while longer to look properly.

The first thing to come in front of my eyes was Eshan's concerned eyes. Also, were they unshed tears I spotted in his eyes? Eshan blinked, and they were gone. Just like that.

”Are you okay?” he asked.

Squinting my eyes, I brought up the back of my palm to rub my nose. It felt itchy and irritated. ”How about I help you get to freshen up? Later we'll eat and then… talk.”

I looked around. We were in the bathroom. Right. He said he would help me. Wait a moment, he had left, and I was on my own. I had covered quite a distance while talking with Fortune. How did Eshan carry me to the bathroom then?

Stressing my brain to think about what had happened, I bit my lower lip. The vase... Eshan... Arjun... Then it all came back to me. I shook my head. It was not how I wanted the conversation to go. Alas! There was no turning back now.

”Put me down. I'll manage,” I said as I tried to think of a way to sort out the outcome of my action. Honestly, what I said must have bothered Eshan. I did not want to consider Arjun's feelings at the moment. Eshan's face ladened with guilt, his concerned eyes, and his choked speech, everything came back to me.

”No.” Eshan shook his head. ”You'll hurt yourself. Sit here, I'll help you.” He carefully placed me down on the stool before the basin. I had no energy to protest. I just sat there, recalling what I had said in my muddled state.

Nothing was a lie. Everything came from my heart- honest, bitter truth. Somehow, I felt lonely again. The feeling was somewhere alike to one I had back then after my father had tried to kill me.

”Here.” Eshan brought a wet napkin to clean my face. I looked at the damp sleeves of his shirt. Oh! I ruined his shirt. I held his wrist when he brought the towel close to my face.

Eshan's face fell. He looked at my fingers, they were curled around his wrist. I pulled my hand back.

”I want to take a bath.”

”No, you can't take the one. Your leg... it shouldn't be wet, and you can't put pressure on it.”

Eshan crouched down before me on his toes. He reached out and took my hands in his. ”I'm sorry.” He wiped the right side of my face with a small wet napkin. His thumb of left palm stroked small circles on the back of my palm.

”Let's just stop hurting each other.”

I stayed silent, looking at his thumb.

Was it that easy?