Chapter 243 - Learning about the truth (6) (1/2)

|Innaya|

Eshan's father sat straight anxiously in the chair, his left foot clad in the blue cotton slipper tapped on the floor. Pushing back the rimless glasses sliding on his nose, he rubbed the tip of his nose.

”I asked Arjun to stop from taking the plate from you. I did not raise my voice on you. I would never-”

”Haha… Why would you raise your voice on your sweet daughter when you have us as your poor lambs to slaughter,” Arjun said, turning his attention to Eshan's father who sounded tense.

I folded my lips at Arjun's attempt of easing the tense atmosphere. He could only joke in such a situation.

”Sh-” Eshan's father attempted to say something, perhaps he wanted to scold Arjun, but then he remained silent.

Arjun's stomach again made the noise. When I tilted my head a little, Arjun's handsome face tinged with a slight paleness in his feature greeted me. I had not taken account of him early… Looking at him now, I could see that he seemed to have lost weight. There were prominent dark circles under his bright eyes. On his forehead, a scar half a length of my finger stood out. When did he receive that wound? It must have hurt like hell.

The time he spent away from us seemed to have taken a toll on him. He did not have it easy.

”Why are you being punished?” I asked as I kept aside the plate. If Eshan's father did not let others eat. I would not eat either. There was no point in receiving special attention when the reason behind the attention was unclear. Arjun kept mum, only glancing at Eshan's father. I understood that he would not answer.

”Let's go to the kitchen. I'll cook something for you,” I said, holding at his hand.

Arjun flicked my forehead lightly. ”Stop being a fool.” He then refused to get up and held onto me.

”How am I being a fool? You're a fool,” I muttered unhappily, rubbing the place he flicked. 'Damn! It hurts.'

I looked at Arjun, waiting to know what he wanted to do. It was clear that Eshan's father would not let him eat, and Arjun did not want me to cook.

”How about we go out to eat?” I asked. I disliked keeping people hungry.

Arjun's eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. He just nodded positively, and slyly his eyes went to Eshan's father's direction. Was there any need to be smug? Nevertheless, it was a good opportunity for me to get away from the stressed environment.

We kept our conversation restricted to whispers- not wanting others to hear us though we knew that my in-laws and husband were staring at us.

”Eshan, go and bring the cutlery and pots here,” Eshan's father said.

Did he hear us? Would he not let me getaway?

”No need. Let's go to the dining room,” Eshan answered as he left his mother's side, walking to me.

Eshan's father frowned. ”But, she is hurt. It's not good to move-”