Chapter 241 - Learning About the Truth (4) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Soon the approaching footsteps were heard. The strides of Arjun were reluctant as if he was dragging his feet. His steps were measured, slow, and languid.

His hands held a white tray.

Thud!

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

I counted those six glasses filled with green juice on the tray as he placed the tray on the coffee table. Well, he almost slammed it that caused glasses to shake, and some of the juice spilled.

My nose scrunched up at the disgusting smell and sight.

”Be careful, you brat. Don't think you can get away if you spill the juice. Even if you were to throw this up, there is enough in the kitchen to make up for it,” Eshan's father sternly said.

”What is it?” I could not help but ask at the fallen expression on the faces of three people. Eshan's father seemed to be enjoying the whole situation.

His lips curled up in a mocking smile. Arjun silently picked up tissues, cleaned the glasses wiping the liquid. Picking up two glasses, he handed one to Eshan and one to Eshan's mother.

Next, he picked up one for himself, leaving three on the tray and sat beside me. On my left side sat Eshan, and Arjun sat on the right- sandwiching me in-between.

”What is happening here? Can anyone please explain to me?” I asked, feeling puzzled. The smell coming from the juice from both sides made me want to cover my nose. If the smell was so bad, how bad would the taste be?

”Nothing. Now, you continue with your biryani. Thankfully I have served it piping hot so it should be warm now. Go on, tell me how it tastes,” Eshan's father said.

Eshan picked up the plate from the coffee table and handed it to me. ”Innaya, eat.”

I could not voice any objection to him. Little reluctantly, I took the plate from Eshan. The initial temptation of having the delicious biryani and those round golden brown balls filled with juicy sugar syrup evaporated into thin air.

And, the glasses filled with that green juice made me wonder what was going on. If this was some sort of punishment, then why were these three receiving it? Why was I spared?

”Arjun, stop looking at her plate. You brought this upon yourself. Quick, finish the one in your hand. The second glass is waiting for you. I want all the glasses finished.” Eshan's father picked up his plate as well.

”I like gulab jamun. I hate bitter gourds. How could you not even let me take a look? You're heartless,” Arjun muttered little sullenly, his ocean blue eyes fixed at the bowl on my plate. He licked his lips. His eyes swayed between gulab jamun and the glass in his hand.

'Bitter gourd? Uncle, aren't you too much? Two glasses of bitter gourd juice! I would be puking my guts out at the smell of it. How can you bear to watch others drink it while you have sweet delicacies? Your stomach will hurt.' I turned my eyes away from the tray of glasses on the coffee table.