Chapter 132 - Argh! My Life...

|Innaya|

I blinked my eyes repeatedly to send back those tears. It was not s time to feel emotional. I wondered why his little action such as bringing apple slices, made me feel touched. It was no big deal yet.

Perhaps it revived my memory with Grandpa. Back then, whenever I needed to visit hospitals or clinics, grandpa would carry a lunch box with apple slices. If we had to wait, he would never let me wait in the lobby for our number, rather we would sit in our car, with me having those slices.

Eshan's knowledge about me and my habits could not be doubted. He must have known it too. However, it oddly made me feel his sincerity rather than feeling stalked.

"What's wrong?" Eshan asked as he put back the lid on the Tiffin.

I shook my head in denial. I doubted if I spoke, he would know the truth from my voice. So, I smiled at him, turned around as I wiped the treacherous tear that escaped through my eye, and took the passenger seat in the car.

Eshan stood there bewildered. Soon, he gained control over his thoughts when his mobile rang.

Through the glass of the car's window, I watched his tall figure busy in conversing. His eyes never left mine, and that small gesture of his made something warm spread in my chest.

The skies were darkening as evening approached. I didn't realize how the day passed so swiftly. Daylight was slowly dimming away as the sun embarked on his journey towards the horizon.

Under the setting sun, Eshan's tall figure looked imposing. I would never get enough of his different shades, and I would never be able to stop my heart from racing at every sight of his. I sighed as I pulled the reins of my widely beating heart.

Where we had plans of going out and enjoying our day out, and where we have to visit the hospital. 'Argh! My life!'

Eshan seemed to be done with his talking. He approached my side and pulled open the door of the car. Bending to my level, he said, "Tesoro, we don't need to go to the hospital anymore. It was Dr. Mittal. He said we can visit him at his home only. It's just a couple of blocks away."

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I looked around at the spacious and cozy villa. After Eshan told me about the change in plans, we changed our route, and within five minutes, we'd reached our destination.

"Let's go," Eshan whispered as he interlocked his fingers with mine. I gazed at his face when his fingers found the gap and perfectly fit in mine.

I nodded. We made our way inside of Dr. Mittal's residence.

Eshan squeezed my palm as we reached the living room. Eshan actually understood that I felt uncomfortable with the mention of hospitals and doctors. Trauma could not be forgotten so easily. That week-long stay in the hospital still sent shudders through my spine.

I did not know why, but I remembered every little detail of that period along with the rude hospital staff. They played a major role in increasing my fears toward hospitals.

"There you are. Come, come inside," A cheerful voice greeted us. A man in his A man in his late forties with slightly greying hair walked towards us, welcoming us with a cheerful smile. His smile could make anyone comfortable. He had that warm aura around him, that eased people's hearts.

"Hello, Dr. Mittal. Thank you for having us," Eshan greeted him. He also indirectly told me that the person before us was the doctor we were meeting.

"Cut down formalities, Eshan." Dr. Mittal waved his hand as he brushed off Eshan's words. His brown eyes from behind the glasses he wore, met with mine. "Hello, Innaya. How are you feeling now?"

I frowned at the familiarity in his voice.

Had we met before?

"You were unconscious when he visited our home," Eshan explained.

I felt so stupid to not realize it. It was so obvious, yet me being the tube light, I didn't get the simple thing.

"Oh. Hello Sir. Thank you. I'm feeling much better now. It's nothing, Eshan is just too worried. Sorry for troubling you," I answered as a smile of embarrassment appeared across my lips.

I knew how much worked up Eshan could get when it concerned me. When I was unconscious, I could only imagine what Eshan had done. He must have troubled the poor doctor with countless questions. He often did that without realizing it.

"He's not worried in vain, young lady. You're his wife. Of course, he would be worried about your health. Nowadays, we don't see husbands being so concerned and thoughtful about their wives. You are one lucky girl," Dr. Mittal said as he patted Eshan's shoulder.

I could not agree more to him. He was absolutely right with his words. I had seen how the husbands behaved with their wives. In some homes, women were treated as a commodity, even in this twenty-first century. The equality people talked in marriage was still a farfetched dream in reality. It was saddening, and the worst part was women did not care about it. They got used to it over the period and started accepting it as their fates.

Having Eshan as my husband was the best thing happening to me. He was the best husband, and man in this world.

"I've gotten her reports. And, as I suspected, it's the case of low hemoglobin. You should take care of your health, Innaya," Dr. Mittal said once we all settled in the living room.

Sitting beside Eshan as I watched Dr. Mittal explain more about my weakness and low HB, I thought we were back to the second day after our marriage. In Bangalore also, he took me to the doctor, he knew. They both teamed up and had me take that injection.

This time I was not going to get in their sweet talks. There were many home remedies along with supplements and tablets, that could help me in increasing my hemoglobin levels. If properly paid attention, then it was not that big deal to increase HB, given that there were no underlying causes behind the fallen HB.

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