Capítulo 51: Life without Eshan (1)
|Innaya|
Arjun's words brought another set of fresh tears in my eyes. My vision blurred and I flinched at the reality of his words. I watched Arjun leaving without sparing me a second glance and without telling me about Eshan's whereabouts. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, an unconscious habit I had developed over the years. I closed my eyes and blinked back my tears.
The emptiness in the room was eating me and every inch of it reminded me of Eshan, highlighting his absence and agony in my heart. Dragging my numb and cold body I reluctantly entered the bathroom. Stripping all of my wet clothes on my way, I finally found myself under the shower head.
Turning on the warm water I was getting drenched again for tonight. This time instead of cold water splashing angrily on my whole being, it was just the opposite but it just reminded me of the same incident from earlier. Eshan's words making the analogy of shower and rain were still fresh in my mind.
I shuddered under the water, hugging myself tightly, missing him and his warmth. Not caring how much time had passed I stood with my eyes closed and head lowered, trying to hold myself together. Images of our time together kept flashing like a movie in my head and I couldn't help but long for those happy times.
Not understanding what came over me but I found myself reaching for Eshan's body wash.
'Maybe, I am turning crazy.'
Squeezing the tube I took a generous amount of gel on my hand and lathering it under the water, I applied the foam on my body. Covering myself completely with foam I felt rather better as if the smell of it reminded me of the owner who it usually belonged. If not for the continuous knocks on the door, I would have preferred staying covered in the foam for it provided me little comfort.
Quickly rinsing my body, I reached for the towel to dry my wet body after answering Arjun to give me some time. After wiping my body, I searched for something to wear only to realize I didn't bring a set of clothes to change into, not even undergarments. It wasn't new though, lately, I often forgot things being too preoccupied with my thoughts as they revolved around certain someone with warm brown eyes.
Taking the white bathrobe hung outside the shower wall, I changed into it. Walking outside the bathroom I made my way towards the wardrobe. My stupid heart acted on its own accord and instead of finding my clothes I opened Eshan's side of clothes.
The first thing that came in my line sight was the dull maroon tie. I gulped the lump formed in my throat as the memories related to it resurface in my mind. I took it in my hand and with my fingertips caressed it lightly. A small smile touched my lips in a very long time as the smooth silk cloth brought the incident that happened in the second week after we came to Mumbai.
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*(Flashback)
Eshan buttoned up his white shirt and donned his waistcoat followed by dark maroon blazer. Fumbling with his tie, he attempted to tie it properly but his day seemed to have started on a bad note for his every task turned into bundle of mistakes. After a couple of failed attempts, he just threw that tie on the bed and focused his attention on removing the cufflinks he had just moments ago put on.
I could see that something wasn't right with him. The ever so focused, calm and composed husband of mine seemed to be on the tenterhooks from the morning. The calls from his office never stopped and that just pushed him over the edge. Every time he received the call, his frown only deepened and his voice turned colder.
"Great! That's just great! You people can't even manage to inform me beforehand about the changed schedule. Despite knowing how important this deal is. Am I paying you all just to increase my work?" Eshan barked into his mobile and I felt pity for whosoever was on the receiving end of his wrath.
I patiently waited near the foot of the bed after bringing his breakfast upstairs. I watched him standing in front of the wardrobe, deep into the conversation with Sameer after he was done with the previous call.
Shaking my head, I thought to help him, in whatever little way I could. I bent down and picked up the tie he had thrown carelessly. Smoothing out the creases I caressed the dull maroon piece of silk cloth with my fingers. It felt so soft against my skin.
I covered the distance between us in a couple of steps. The broad shoulders of my husband were now as stiff as iron rod as he stood with his spin straight and fist clenched by his side, silently listening to his friend.
I took a moment to admire his serious posture and it took me even longer to compose myself and tap on his shoulder for his attention. Instead of turning to face me, Eshan just tilted his head little and raised his eyebrow in question.
Shaking my head at lack of his response I silently urged him to turn by holding onto his elbow. Thankfully, he understood and turned facing me. I observed his face for a while. The frown line on his face somehow irritated me. I liked him seeing happy and peaceful.
Raising my hands I hooked them around his neck. My height compared to him, only made me feel smaller. I kept my eyes on my task as I saw Eshan's eyes softening and he looked tenderly at me. The soft and tender look of Eshan made me feel delighted for some unknown reasons.
Eshan only hummed in response as Sameer said something to him. I concentrated on the task in my hand which seemed very hard task for the constant stare of Eshan made me feel very conscious of my actions.
It just took me a couple of minutes to work my way and complete the task which Eshan failed to do so because of his lack of composure. I smiled at my accomplishment. Feeling satisfied, I adjusted his tie for last time and took a step back. However, before I could step back, Eshan's arms came around and caged me.
I stifled a gasp of surprise at his sudden action.
Wasn't he speaking to Sahil?
Eshan didn't give me a chance to speak for his next set of actions surprised me. Cradling me in his arms, Eshan buried his head in my right shoulder, breathing deeply and I felt a tingling sensation as his lips brushed against the sensitive part of my neck.
"What's wrong?" I asked when Eshan stood unmoving, just holding me. I tried to move away from him, trying to take a better look at him.
"Nothing. Just let me hold you." Eshan mumbled against my skin and there was a silent plea in his voice which was too easy to notice. Maybe, because our relationship was getting better that I found it easy to understand him.
"Thank you!"
I frowned at his sudden gratitude.
"What for?" I asked, unable to understand.
Eshan's arms tightened around me. "Doing things on your own… for me." I felt Eshan's lips curving in a smile against my skin and the meaning of his words then sank in my mind.
It was then I realized how right he was. Seeing him in distress, I took the first step and went to him. Even if it was the small act of helping him with his tie, but I did that without him asking.
It could be considered quite intimate thing to be done on my part for I had never been in any kind of relationship. This was my first time experiencing such kind of feeling and honestly, I quite liked this.
I smiled, infected by Eshan's happiness.
*(Flashback ends)*
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I clutched his tie near my heart as the ache in my heart reminded me of my mistakes. It just took one false accusation to ruin the beautiful relationship that was growing slowly between me and my husband.
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Mukta Sorry for disappearing without any notice, had some matters to handle in real life. I know it was supposed to be mass release today but do forgive me for not doing it. This week it is going to be one chapter per day instead of two but the chapter will be longer.
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