Chapter 131 - You'll Never Lose Me Eshan

| Innaya |

I grew nervous seeing Eshan's face acquiring those stressful stretches. "What is it, Eshan?" I held on to his hand, raising my brows at him. What was so wrong that left him so worried?

"Your hemoglobin... it is 6.9." He sighed.

"Oh, oh," I could only respond with that. I was so occupied by the stuff life threw at me that I did not give any attention to my health.

The symptoms were present, but I chose to ignore them. I chose to ignore the mild fainting sensations. I chose to ignore how quickly I would get tired lately. I chose to ignore the shortness of breath. I chose to ignore the bad headache that would visit me every now and then.

Sigh. I should have seen it coming. It was a fault on my end, but Eshan was blaming himself for the same when he had no role in it. I should have been more careful about my health.

"Eshan. You need to get this thing clear that this... is not your fault, okay?" I had to assure Eshan and protect him from blaming himself for something he had nothing to do with.

He averted his gaze from me and looked at the side. "It is my fault," he adamantly whispered, refusing to accept my words.

I cupped his right cheek. "Look at me. Look at me, Eshan." Circling my arms around his neck, I pulled him in my embrace to provide him the much-needed comfort. I knew my touch was soothing to his heart. I knew it, and I knew that he knew it too.

"You are never going to lose me, Eshan. Never. Are you hearing me?" I shushed him like a kid as I felt his rapid heartbeats. His heart was racing insanely. The kind of stress that he had taken just because of something as petty as my low hemoglobin amazed me. Perhaps, it was not that petty for him, but then again, it was not something deadly enough to get so worked up over.

He was treating such a small illness like it was a life-threatening one, but then that was how my Eshan was. His love always overwhelmed me. It always did.

Have you ever felt this beautiful feeling? This beautiful feeling to have someone who loves you so much? This beautiful feeling to have someone who cares for you so much? This beautiful feeling to have someone to whom your very existence is precious to the extent where he would be bothered by even a scratch on you? This beautiful feeling to have someone who would fight with everyone for your dignity? This beautiful feeling to have someone who would move earth and heaven just for the sake of your one smile?

Have you ever felt this beautiful feeling?

I had never experienced such feelings. However, with Eshan's entry into my life, I was slowly getting acquainted with them. I never knew, how satisfyingly happy someone could make me. With Eshan, I was loving how my life was changing.

I felt him nod against my back, and I involuntarily smiled. "It's just the hemoglobin, Eshan. I would have supplements and the levels would rise in no time. Trust me," I said, snuggling closer in his warmth.

"They have to rise. I would take care of everything now. I will decide what you will eat and what you will not, but for now, let's go. We have to visit Dr. Mittal now." He broke the hug and quickly stood up, helping me to stand as well.

"I will wait outside if you need to change. Do you?" He asked, and I moved my head upside down in agreement. I was just in my gown. I was not feeling too well in the morning after Arjun left, so I had chosen to wear a simple gown rather than the outfits that needed my energy.

"Okay, wait here." He walked up to the closet and took out a simple Salwar Suit before he handed it to me. "I am just outside. Call me if you need anything."

A bright smile appeared on my face as I could not help but feel touched by his concern. After assuring and reassuring him that I would let him know if I needed him, he went outside, and I quickly discarded my gown and slipped into the Salwar Suit.

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"You look so pale," he murmured when we were almost out of the home. There was a tinge of guilt in his voice that I truly and absolutely hated. I would have to find a way to bring him out of his self-blaming attitude, I mentally noted.

"Your eyes are not working. Look at me again. I am glowing," I slipped my arm around his elbow, looking at him lovingly, "because of your love."

A sweet smile crept over his lips after a really long while with my words, and I was so satisfied. Sometimes, my husband needed the love he often showered over me, and I was no longer hesitant in expressing that to him.

"Oh damn. I forgot to take the water bottle. You sit in the car. I will just be back," he asked me to head towards the car while he would bring water for me. Mr. Mittal's clinic was not too far. He had informed me that we were going to his clinic but Eshan, being Eshan, wanted to keep everything ready.

I could never get enough of how caring and thoughtful he always was. I often wondered how that was even humanly possible to be as wonderful as he was.

Mrs. Innaya Eshan Singhaniya. I considered myself absolutely lucky and fortunate to be Mrs. Innaya Eshan Singhaniya. In the world full of façade people create, in the world where pretense is no huge thing, in the world even a relationship you have had for years before marriage turns out abusive and toxic after marriage, in the world where people… change… and turn out as the opposite of the image they have shown you – having Eshan as my companion was everything I could have ever asked for.

The chain of my thoughts was broken by his footsteps that fell in my ears, and I looked in the forward direction and spotted his figure advancing towards me with a bottle in his hand and small Tiffin box in another one.

"You are still standing here? I told you to sit in the car, no?"

I smiled as I heard him. He did not want me to stand for longer and get tired even though it had been just five minutes. "What did you bring?" I asked, pointing at the Tiffin box in his hand.

He came closer, handed me the water bottle to hold, and opened the lid of the Tiffin box for me.

I was momentarily in a daze as my eyes stared at those apple slices in the Tiffin box before I looked up at him. My vision was blurred by the thin layer of tears that had brimmed in my eyes.

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