Chapter 134 - Did that b*****d, abuse you physically?

|Innaya|

We have never been that intimate, we kissed, but that was it. The intimacy between us was more on an emotional level rather than the physical aspect. So, he never knew about that scar. So, this was the first time he was told about it. I waited for him to say something as I nervously listened to the beating of his heart.

Instead of any response, Eshan gripped my neck and forced my head backward, though his hold was not rough but not gentle either. My hand going to my neck, the hair that was pulled up hurt my scalp.

"What do you mean?" Gone was the warm, loving emotions from his eyes and the freezing coldness greeted me. His hold did not loosen, and he seemed to be not realizing his actions were hurting me. 

When my hand met his wrist, Eshan's eyes widened. He pulled back 

his hand and I rubbed my neck.

'Do I explain?'

'Better, I show him. However, what will he think?' Those thoughts were putting me in a dilemma. Pushing those thoughts away, I made my decision.

I turned my back on him. Out of nowhere, his hand shot out grabbing my arm. A little forceful tug and I were whirled on my feet, facing the cold fury that radiated from him.

"You aren't going anywhere before answering me." For the first time I shivered from the murderous aura, he gave off. His eyes blazed with the fire, as he gritted his teeth, "Did that... b*****d, abuse you physically?" I knew how hard it was for him to say those words. His struggle was visible on his face and in those dark orbs were the unhidden pain.

"I am showing you. I am not going anywhere," I replied, ignoring the other half on his sentence and ignoring the pain that his tight grip was causing.

His cold mask dropped as soon as words were out. I could see the instant regret on his face; before he could apologize, I turned again. This time, he did not interrupt. However, I had caught the sight of his tightly balled fists on either side.

I swept my hair on my left shoulder and before my mind could change my decision, I pulled up the pajama top and let it bunched near my neck. The black camisole underneath stayed, covering most of my back, but it was deep and wide enough for him to have a clear view.

Unsure if he could see in the moonlight, the scar that started from the corner of my right shoulder and ended in the middle of my back, I was about to drop the top. The sharp intake of breath following my action halted me.

He saw.

Eshan saw that scar.

My heart galloped in my chest wildly. This was me at my most vulnerable. Yes, I was not fully bare— bodily, but my soul was. The silence only stretched further, and so did my nervousness.

Why was he so quiet?

Although the scar had faded over the years, it was still there.

The mountain of questions only increased with the growing silence. They were burdening me, and the weight of them was the one I could not bear. The moisture pooled in my eyes, but it did not roll off as if tears were arrested in my eyes.

My limp arms fell on my sides, thus leaving the fabric to drop. I wanted to run away. The silent torture was getting too much to bear.

I almost broke into the run as moved away from him and in the bedroom. His silence was the answer, and it hurt like a hell, knowing he found it ugly.

Somehow, I found myself lying under the warm blanket covered from head to toe on my stomach, clutching the pillow tightly. The emptiness was what I felt as I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything before, owing to the little cloud of darkness I had buried myself in.

It must have been minutes or hours, but as time passed by, the cloud of insecurities only darkened. The gloominess I had not felt in a long time was only gripping my heart, and the silence I received from Eshan just broke the hope building in my heart. The hope that we would be together, nothing would matter. However, I was wrong, so wrong. No one would prefer a scarred partner.

Somehow lost in the whirlwind of my own messed up emotions, I forgot to notice the presence of another person in the very same room. The startled scream was about to leave my lips, but I was too shocked when suddenly the covers were ripped off, and I was hauled in a sitting position— oh, no. Not in a sitting position, I was in Eshan's lap. Eshan somehow had managed to lift me as if I weighed nothing and settled into his lap.

His arms came around and held onto me tightly, and I could do nothing but hold back.

Why?

Because over time, his hugs have become my safe haven. The feeling of security and safety his embrace provided was not actually possible for me to explain as well as understand.

"Innaya," Eshan chokingly whispered in my ear as I hid under his chin. His one-word explained everything as it carried his every emotion and surprisingly proved his intentions and reason behind his silence. I did not need more words or explanations.

His hand came around my neck and pulling my head back, next thing I knew was the pair of molten honey orbs gazing at me with all the love and admiration, and the warm lips that descended on mine after a moment of silence. I could feel his desperation, his apology, his love with the way he clung to me. 

His lips steadily traced the skin before persistently demanding further access. The warmness started growing in my heart, which eventually seeped in my whole being consuming all the heartache I felt before, only leaving blissful tingles in its wake.

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