Chapter 169 - I’ll bring you here one day.

|Eshan|

I left the conference room angrily. I could not bother to stay in the same room as both of them when my anger was getting worst out of me. The corridor was empty. That girl was nowhere in the sight. It was a good thing, otherwise, I might have taken out my anger on her.

"Sir?" Parth followed behind me. At the same time, the lift arrived on the floor. I found the security team rushing out.

"Get them out of here. Don't disturb me for anything," I ordered him as I nodded to the greeting of security head.

"Parth," I called out his name when something suddenly strikes my brain. How did he know about Chandni being involved in that fire incident case? At that, he wasn't working for me. Then, how? Even I did not recognize her at first glance. It had been more than six years to that case.

"Yes, sir?" Parth waited for me to continue.

"How did you recognize her?" Observing him, I found him smiling a bit with sadness. "In college, people were aware of what was going in your family. I've done my research as well."

I nodded, registering his words. The scandal at that time had grown beyond anybody's control. It was no wonder that he knew about it.

The door of my cabin was closed with a bang as I marched inside. The anger was returning as all those memories of that hard times were rushing to my brain.

I did not know why, but I failed to control my emotions well. It was as if something was waiting to be released. My heart struggled to restrain the feeling of throwing everything away. Chandni's arrival brought back the memory of how we had struggled.

That time was one of the worst phases of my life. I had never thought people could be so despicable. I was nineteen at that time. My father and uncle had made our family business reached the great heights with their combined efforts of so many years. The construction company my grandfather started had turned into a flourishing respected brand in the country.

When there is a success, naturally, there will be people jealous of it. The same thing happened with our family back then. I felt my head aching by remembering the past.

Instead of walking straight to the table, I changed my direction to the right side. Pressing the switch behind the painting on the wall, I waited for the door to slide open. The door opened automatically, connecting my office room to the studio apartment. After I had established this company and everything started running smoothly, I had paid attention to the construction and interior of the present building.

In the initial period when everything was new and small, the money was an issue. I had decided to not take any help from my family. There had been many problems in achieving my current position and success. However, I never let those problems cloud my mind.

While walking, I unbuttoned my suit jacket. Removing it, I threw it down on the bed on my left. About this studio apartment, not even my friends knew. As it was made to blend with the walls, no one had ever suspected anything. Even Parth did not know what was inside the door. He only knew that there was a room behind it. Whenever I felt a need for hiding away from the world, this would be my safe haven.

Uncaringly I dropped vertically on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I could not help but feel helpless. I did not want to think about the past. That time was gone. But, then why, this restlessness was creeping in after I saw her. She brought all the unhappy memories.

Despite not wanting to think about it, my mind refused to back down.

I blinked and then turned my unfocused gaze away from the ceiling to the wall before me. Innaya's smiling face in the form of large painting greeted me. Watching that beautiful smile on her face finally gave me some relief. Caught in the haze, I could not move my eyes form the paining that took almost the entire space of the wall.

As if in a daze, I pulled my body up and sat down. It was the painting that had taken me four months to complete two years ago. In the silence of night after office hours, I would lock myself up in this studio apartment, where I would work on venting my loneliness.

I had often missed Innaya. As I could not confess my feelings, I had to restrain my growing emotions. I had once seen something like it in Ayush's home. I did not know exactly why he had drawn up the scenery covering the whole wall in his bedroom. However, it kind of looked cool. I had found my inspiration there.

"Say, do you think I'm foolish?"

I traced the pink lips of the girl that was smiling unrestrainedly. In my moments of despair, she was the one to lift my spirits.

"You, my dear wife, have no idea how much I have longed for you. You might feel I'm being overbearing if you know how much I love you and want to be with you. You might feel, I'm being unreasonable by not sharing things with you." I sighed. These days, I could not bring myself to share my feelings easily with her.

I did not know why, but I would forget my worries when I was with her. It might feel exaggeration, but it was not that case. She really made me forget other things. All I could remember would be only her. However, it seemed that only I thought it that way. Innaya had started to notice it as well.

When I myself had no idea what was wrong with me, then how was I meant to explain things to her?

"Tesoro, please forgive this husband of yours. I'm only over thinking and messing things. I promise you. I won't think unrelated stuff and bother myself because of it."

"You see this room. I'll bring you here one day. Would you be surprised?" Even when I knew I was talking to the lifeless painting which was unable to respond to me, I felt it was good talking alone. I did not have to watch my words or my emotions.

"I know, I'm worrying you too much. But, sweetheart, I'm not doing it purposefully. Please, give me some time. I'll sort out everything." I promised to her. In truth, it was a reminder to myself. I needed to get myself together.

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