Chapter 235 - I aint taking any revenge (1/2)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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|Innaya|

Eshan's walking style resembled a model, walking on a ramp. Self-aware, full of confidence, he took a step at a time.

I did not recall seeing him without his clothes. Had I ever seen him bare? I wondered, trying to think of the time we have spent together. Perhaps I was getting amnesia. Those well-defined muscles looked as if he had spent a lot of time refining them. Eshan's tall, lean body was maintained in beautiful shape.

But, why had I not seen him going to the gym?

Being his wife, no one knew his schedule better than me. Then how did I not know about it?

He ate everything- sweet, oily, salty food full of spices. Still, his body shape could give complex to many men out there. Coupled with that handsome face with a smile that sent many hearts in frenzy, his intentions did not look pure to me.

Getting close to me, he abruptly bent down by my side. ”Why are you so stunned, sweetheart?” Eshan asked, placing one hand underneath my thighs and one behind my back.

”W-what are you doing?” I shrank back on the stool, but that only pushed me further in his hold.

”Sponge bath? Did we not agree to that?” he said innocently, giving me a small.

”NO…”

”No? Why don't I recall you protesting? Huh?” Eshan brought his face closer to mine, glancing at my lips.

”I-I...” I looked at his face. My eyes went to his beautiful lips, looming over mine. I then again looked at his eyes that were following me. The heat radiating from his body distracted me, earning another look from me.

I gulped, suddenly feeling my throat going dry. Water. Yes, I needed water. But, I had just drunk half a bottle after coming from the hospital.

Then, were those butterflies fluttering in my stomach?

No.

How could there be butterflies? I must be feeling hungry to have that kind of feeling.

No.

That could also not be the case. The sandwich and pomegranate juice wouldn't have been digested so early? Then what was fluttering in there?

Was I getting sick?

Umm...

Could anyone explain what was happening to me?

Somebody, please help!

Eshan's eyes held mirth. His smile broadened. Holding my gaze, he leaned further before his lips brushed against mine in a seemingly fleeting manner.

I sucked in sharply at the abrupt kiss I received.

Eshan pulled back before diving in again, brushing his lips over mine for a moment before backing again a little.

I frowned, missing his kiss. Where was that soul scorching kisses, which provided a comforting warmth?

These kisses of his were frustrating.