Chapter 110 - Keeping Things Aside

|Innaya|

The human mind is strange, and the human heart is even weirder. It works in ways beyond the understanding of anyone. At the current moment, my mind wanted me to move forward and help the man who was struggling against the hold of three people. His struggles were heart-wrenching as tears streamed down his face, and his pale face turned red. It seemed he was getting breathless or I

wondered if he forgot to breathe.

The flickering emotions and slowly deteriorating condition of his were too familiar. I might not react with so much anger, but I knew the signs of approaching panic attacks. He needed immediate attention, he needed to restrain his emotions, and he needed someone's comforting words. He needed strength. I could see my reflection in him. As if I was watching myself struggling there.

Karan's watery eyes gazed at me with helplessness. As if he wanted to hold me to never let go as if I was his last hope. I did not care if I knew him or not. I did not care whether he had lied to me or not. I just wanted him to feel better. I wanted to feel better.

Just as I lifted my foot to approach Karan, I felt my wrist being held and tugged. Shifting my eyes from Karan, I glanced down at my wrist where long, pale fingers were curled around. I traced the hand to his owner.

Eshan's worried face greeted me. He moved in his place as he again tugged at my hand. His wary eyes concernedly watched me

"Where are you going? Stay here. He'll be fine," Eshan assured me, but it sounded more like he was assuring himself.

"He needs help." I pointed my shaky finger at the person in the wheelchair behind me.

"Sahil will handle. He knows what to do," Eshan replied as he fervently pulled at my hand. It was as if he was afraid. I frowned at the growing anxiety on his face.

I could feel his palm sweating against my skin. Recalling Karan's word I realized he had directed his anger at Eshan... He said Eshan had snatched me away in childhood... But I had never seen Eshan until the day he came to ask my hand in marriage. Then how could Karan's argument be justified? How would the man I never knew snatch me?

Those thoughts broke the trance I was in. I could not just go ahead and help Karan because I felt empathy towards him. No, I could not, and rightfully I should not. I did not know what was wrong with him? I did not know how would he react? I did not know if my intervening would cause him to suffer more. I did not know anything, then how could I just approach him? It was a wrong step on my part.

The single mistake could have caused more harm than benefit.

When I glanced back, turning my eyes away from Eshan's worried face, the place before me was empty. There was no one. I averted my eyes to the main door and I caught the sight of all the guys leaving. They left... Just like that? I failed to catch a glimpse of Karan. I did not know how he was or how his friends handled the situation.

I kept staring at the way they left. There was that nagging feeling exploding inside my heart. It wanted me to take a look at Karan's condition. However, the logical part of my brain warned me to not do something I was not sure about.

I exhaled loudly at the bizarre situation. I plopped beside Eshan on the sofa taking my head in my hands. Taking in everything that happened so far seemed taking a toll on me. I felt as if my whole energy was drained. My head felt heavy, and my eyes were stinging.

|Innaya|

The human mind is strange, and the human heart is even weirder. It works in ways beyond the understanding of anyone. At the current moment, my mind wanted me to move forward and help the man who was struggling against the hold of three people. His struggles were heart-wrenching as tears streamed down his face, and his pale face turned red. It seemed he was getting breathless or I

wondered if he forgot to breathe.

The flickering emotions and slowly deteriorating condition of his were too familiar. I might not react with so much anger, but I knew the signs of approaching panic attacks. He needed immediate attention, he needed to restrain his emotions, and he needed someone's comforting words. He needed strength. I could see my reflection in him. As if I was watching myself struggling there.

Karan's watery eyes gazed at me with helplessness. As if he wanted to hold me to never let go as if I was his last hope. I did not care if I knew him or not. I did not care whether he had lied to me or not. I just wanted him to feel better. I wanted to feel better.

Just as I lifted my foot to approach Karan, I felt my wrist being held and tugged. Shifting my eyes from Karan, I glanced down at my wrist where long, pale fingers were curled around. I traced the hand to his owner.

Eshan's worried face greeted me. He moved in his place as he again tugged at my hand. His wary eyes concernedly watched me

"Where are you going? Stay here. He'll be fine," Eshan assured me, but it sounded more like he was assuring himself.

"He needs help." I pointed my shaky finger at the person in the wheelchair behind me.

"Sahil will handle. He knows what to do," Eshan replied as he fervently pulled at my hand. It was as if he was afraid. I frowned at the growing anxiety on his face.

I could feel his palm sweating against my skin. Recalling Karan's word I realized he had directed his anger at Eshan... He said Eshan had snatched me away in childhood... But I had never seen Eshan until the day he came to ask my hand in marriage. Then how could Karan's argument be justified? How would the man I never knew snatch me?

Those thoughts broke the trance I was in. I could not just go ahead and help Karan because I felt empathy towards him. No, I could not, and rightfully I should not. I did not know what was wrong with him? I did not know how would he react? I did not know if my intervening would cause him to suffer more. I did not know anything, then how could I just approach him? It was a wrong step on my part.

The single mistake could have caused more harm than benefit.

When I glanced back, turning my eyes away from Eshan's worried face, the place before me was empty. There was no one. I averted my eyes to the main door and I caught the sight of all the guys leaving. They left... Just like that? I failed to catch a glimpse of Karan. I did not know how he was or how his friends handled the situation.

I kept staring at the way they left. There was that nagging feeling exploding inside my heart. It wanted me to take a look at Karan's condition. However, the logical part of my brain warned me to not do something I was not sure about.

I exhaled loudly at the bizarre situation. I plopped beside Eshan on the sofa taking my head in my hands. Taking in everything that happened so far seemed taking a toll on me. I felt as if my whole energy was drained. My head felt heavy, and my eyes were stinging.