Chapter 235 - I ain't taking any revenge

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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|Innaya|

Eshan's walking style resembled a model, walking on a ramp. Self-aware, full of confidence, he took a step at a time.

I did not recall seeing him without his clothes. Had I ever seen him bare? I wondered, trying to think of the time we have spent together. Perhaps I was getting amnesia. Those well-defined muscles looked as if he had spent a lot of time refining them. Eshan's tall, lean body was maintained in beautiful shape.

But, why had I not seen him going to the gym? 

Being his wife, no one knew his schedule better than me. Then how did I not know about it?

He ate everything- sweet, oily, salty food full of spices. Still, his body shape could give complex to many men out there. Coupled with that handsome face with a smile that sent many hearts in frenzy, his intentions did not look pure to me.

Getting close to me, he abruptly bent down by my side. "Why are you so stunned, sweetheart?" Eshan asked, placing one hand underneath my thighs and one behind my back. 

"W-what are you doing?" I shrank back on the stool, but that only pushed me further in his hold. 

"Sponge bath? Did we not agree to that?" he said innocently, giving me a small.

"NO…"

"No? Why don't I recall you protesting? Huh?" Eshan brought his face closer to mine, glancing at my lips.

"I-I..." I looked at his face. My eyes went to his beautiful lips, looming over mine. I then again looked at his eyes that were following me. The heat radiating from his body distracted me, earning another look from me.

I gulped, suddenly feeling my throat going dry. Water. Yes, I needed water. But, I had just drunk half a bottle after coming from the hospital. 

Then, were those butterflies fluttering in my stomach? 

No.

How could there be butterflies? I must be feeling hungry to have that kind of feeling.

No.

That could also not be the case. The sandwich and pomegranate juice wouldn't have been digested so early? Then what was fluttering in there?

Was I getting sick?

Umm...

Could anyone explain what was happening to me? 

Somebody, please help!

Eshan's eyes held mirth. His smile broadened. Holding my gaze, he leaned further before his lips brushed against mine in a seemingly fleeting manner. 

I sucked in sharply at the abrupt kiss I received. 

Eshan pulled back before diving in again, brushing his lips over mine for a moment before backing again a little. 

I frowned, missing his kiss. Where was that soul scorching kisses, which provided a comforting warmth?

These kisses of his were frustrating. 

He repeated the same for a couple of times, making me baffled more. 

"Uhu…" I whined unconsciously when Eshan pulled back repeatedly. 

Eshan chuckled, enjoying my frustration.

I almost glared at him. Was he taking some kind of revenge on me? For all the sufferings of the last month, was this his way of getting back at me? My eyes widened at the thought.

"No. I ain't taking any revenge. I can't," Eshan whispered, brushing his lips on mine once again.

How did he know what was on my mind?

When did he develop the ability to read others' minds? 

Eshan seemingly looked enamored with my torment as he gazed at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

I brought my hands upwards, pushing at his chest. I did not like the feeling of loss.

Eshan's eyes darkened. He glanced down at me before he dived down, this time not stopping at only brushing. His hand left my back, crawling toward my neck before holding my nape. Before leaving for the washroom, I had tied my hair in a messy bun. That provided Eshan easy access, but his fingers while going to my nape, left a burning trail on my uncovered back.

Eshan tugged at my lower lip with his teeth, pulling it in his mouth. He sucked at it- slowly, carefully, and then little passionately. The left hand below my thighs disappeared. I felt a movement before the nerves in my belly contorted when he placed it there. 

He freed my lower lip after a while before going for the left out one, replicating the same with it. His moist tongue would occasionally dart out, licking the soft skin, caressing it.

I reached out for his neck, wounding my hands around his head. Completely lost in his kiss, I forgot the underdressed condition of mine. This feeling, this kiss… something was different about it. Amazingly, mesmerizingly, almost addictingly different…

"Uhh… mmm…"Surprisingly I made a sound that closely resembled the sound of pleasure I would make after relishing my favorite sweets.

And, then I actually forgot everything. Eshan continued kissing me with passion. Tears started forming in the back of my eyes. I shut my eyes, not wishing to cry. It might look pathetic to cry because of a kiss, but this time we had nothing obstructing us from expressing our true feelings.

The burden of keeping things to myself was lifted off from my chest as I lost my senses in the love Eshan showered over me.

That was our fourth kiss since the morning. In addition to this, each one had a different meaning behind it. The reasons behind them were different as well.

Knock. 

Maybe my senses were quite alert because I did not want to cry out. Thus I heard the sudden knock on the bathroom door. Loosening my hold on his neck, I brought my hands to his shoulders, ready to push him away. Eshan beat me to that for his hands left me, and went to hold mine, locking my wrist in his grip.

His lips continued moving, pushing, caressing, sucking.

"Knock, knock. Are you both sleeping in there?" Arjun sarcastically said from the other side of the door.

Immediately, I broke the kiss at Arjun's voice. Eshan pulled back but did not get away from me. He still kept holding me, and I felt his hold tightening on me.

"Hey, why is there no sound anymore?" Arjun mused.

Fl.u.s.tered I glanced down at the floor, adjusting my breathing. His kisses always made me run out of breaths. 

"Don't tell me that they fled from the bathroom window. Eshan, don't you dare run away with my sister. I'm telling you-"

"Shut up!" Eshan yelled out, glaring at the door. 

Arjun's words made me smile despite my embarrassment. 

"Oh! You're still in there. Now be a good boy and bring my sister out. We're waiting for her. Uncle has cooked the feast for his dear daughter-in-law- oops, sorry! Daughter, for his daughter, and you're not going to taste anything. Fasting for one week is your punishment. Haha... I love uncle!" Arjun laughed. I could imagine the smirk dancing on his lips while he enjoyed tormenting Eshan.