Chapter 152 - Between Denial and Acceptance (4)

|Innaya|

Well at first, I did not understand what Eshan meant my recreating the scene. When he held me with that intense look in his eyes with his face inching closer to me, I realized his intention. I had read far too many novels than he did. However, it didn't strike me first. I should have known it by looking at those passionate eyes gazing back at mine.

I would have never that Eshan would opt for such kind of excuse for kissing me. I would have never thought that he could be so bold to actually act on it in the public place. A public place- where anybody could walk on us.

In India, you could get arrested if caught by the police. Public display of affection that included being intimate was not allowed. So, when Eshan approached me with the clear intention of kissing, I was clearly astonished.

Eshan's lips were just about to meet mine when the moment was broken by a ringtone. 'What perfect timing!' I sarcastically thought. On second thought, wasn't it a good thing? The intimate moment was broken. Judging from the way Eshan's eyes narrowed down, I knew the caller was in trouble.

"You should answer the call," I said as I moved out of his arm, making my way out of the water.

Eshan stiffly nodded. His hand stretched out as if wanting to hold me, but I evaded him. My heart hadn't settled down yet. I needed a moment to calm down. I walked ahead, leaving him to attend the call.

I did not go much further though. Walking a couple of steps, I found the dry place to sit down. After sitting down, I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them.

My eyes remained on Eshan as he stood there, talking or rather taking his anger out on the poor soul on another end of the call. I pressed my lips with the back of my hand to avoid laughing out loud, watching the serious figure of my husband.

I could not hear what he was saying or with whom he was talking. I only knew that the conversation wasn't pleasant. I watched him for a while, keenly observing how his personality was different from others.

I remembered researching about him before our marriage. At that time, all the tabloids, news had mentioned what kind of cold man he was. However, I realized how different he was from what the media portrayed.

I didn't recall having him raised his voice once or getting angry at me ever. From the time we met, all I saw was a caring, thoughtful, patient, and compassionate man with emotions. He ignored every mistake of mine, no matter how grave it was. With me, I never saw the angry side of him, and I didn't wish to see it ever.

A soft smile came across my lips as I tilted my head on my arms. The man standing in the seawater under the starless sky portrayed a picturesque scene. I quietly pulled my phone and clicked a picture of him. Eshan's frown eased when he caught the sight of mobile in my hand. His eyes turned soft as he looked at me lovingly.

Perfect.

I stared at the picture on my screen. I gave thumbs up to him for unknowingly giving me a chance to capture the perfect picture. I immediately kept it as the wallpaper. I wanted to cherish this small outing of ours, and it was the perfect way to keep the memory of it.

I yawned, feeling tired as I put the mobile away. The evening in the hospital was truly tiresome. I just hoped that nothing else would come out of those reports that gynecologist wanted. I had no energy and will to go through more tests, check-ups, and hospital visits.

The one visit of today made me feel so awful that I couldn't even explain it in words. That MRV machine, though they claimed it was the most non-invasive method, they didn't warn me about that cold room and those loud voices. Not to forget those stirrups they had tied me with.

Who knew, that the room would be freezing cold. Though they had given me a blanket, it wasn't enough. On top of that despite my protests, Eshan had accompanied me. Seating in the chair placed in one corner, he had borne all the cold without any word of complaint. It was his unwavering silent support that had motivated me to go through the procedure. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been capable of going through it. Other than both of us, no one was in that MRV room.

"Aaaaaaaaa." A loud screech came from out of nowhere.

My attention shifted from my thoughts about the hospital when that sound came from behind me. I scrambled on my feet hurriedly.

"Haha haha haha..."

"Ahh…haha."

"haha haha… Ahh…"

I almost made a mad dash towards Eshan when I heard loud shrieks of a girl, which turned to mad crackling and sickening laughter of a man. Eshan had heard it too, for he was rushing towards me as well.

I dared not to look back at those sounds coming from behind me. I didn't wish to witness anything related to it. My first instinct should have been to look for the source of the sound. However, I had seen so many things in my life that my first instinct became to run away.

"E-eshan. T-there is someone. That sound," I stammered as my heart continued to plummet in my chest. I was scared, truly scared. It's not every day's case that you stumble on something so horrific.

"It's that guy's mobile," Eshan said through greeted teeth as his hands came around me, holding my shaking figure.

"No… there's someone. Let's get out of here. Let's go," I continued to ramble on, not getting what he was saying.

"Yes, yes. Calm down. We are leaving." Eshan rubbed my back so that I could stop hyperventilating.

I did not notice how we managed to get out of the place for I had hidden my face in his Eshan's chest as he guided me to our car.

In life, I had seen many things, but it had been very long when I was scared this way because of external factors. My own fears scared me, but nothing close to what I had faced today.

Coming out in the area which was crowded and bustling with people, I felt a lot better. It gave me time to analyze what had just happened.

"Sweetheart. It's okay. It was just a ringtone." Eshan trailed off as he tried to make me feel better. His words made something flare up within me.

Ringtone? Just a ringtone? Did people tend to scare others off in this manner?

"Ringtone? Just a ringtone? Who keeps ringtones like that?" I asked him, my voice quivered with traces of fright remain within me yet. I was still not able to get over it.

"I know. I know. Calm down." Eshan looked taken aback.

I breathed deeply, curbing down my feelings.

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