|Eshan|
My heart protested in anger for making my woman feel worried for me. She was holding me silently, wanting to comfort me with the solid warmth of her frail body. I could see her struggle once I mentioned the reason behind my nightmares. That was the dark phase of our lives, the one I wished to wipe out completely from our memories.
Alas! I could only wish for it, for I knew it was not possible to do so. That phase was going to be a constant reminder of what misunderstandings did to the relationsh.i.p.s.
I could not believe how I had sought refuge in her arms last night. I could not believe, how I was about to step over my boundaries in the car. The reactions my body possessed toward her mentally, emotionally, and physically were too strong for her to handle. I knew it. Thus, I had to refrain myself from showing away from the things that could scare her for her life. I didn't want to risk our budding relationship with my hastiness.
I stroked her back, thinking about her soft melodious voice that had sung a lullaby for me, whose wordings I did not register.
I had woken up soon after I had my first nightmare. I always did. As if there was a certain switch to my body, it would automatically react.
However, I had taken the liberty of being in her arms, letting her soft caresses soothe my troubled mind and her whisper-like voice caress my heart. She would have shied if she knew I was awake. So, I wanted to calm down before losing the privilege of being comforted like a child.
I did not realize how long she held me as I lay with my head tucked under her chin. Listening to her heartbeat, my conscience had kept drifting in and out of haziness. When I woke up in the morning, I had never felt so refreshed after a night filled with nightmares. Every credit went to my sweet, adorable wife who had looked after me throughout the night. Exhaustion was written across her beautiful face.
I had waited for a while before stealthily moving out of the bed without disturbing her. I had wanted to hold her for more time, but my mind reminded me that she had not good rest because of me. I had to resist my urge to drop a kiss on her forehead. Not in the slightest, I wanted to be the reason behind waking her up.
Innaya raised her beautiful brown orbs filled with concern and questions, pulling my attention as she did so. "You didn't have-"
"No. This was the first time I had them after our reconciliation." I completed it for her. She had tried to compose her voice, but I took notice of how low and depress it sounded.
Letting myself have the opportunity of holding her for a couple of moments, to assure my troubled senses, I slowly pushed her out of my arms. If it was in my hands, I wouldn't mind holding her forever in my arms. However, she needed to eat.
"Okay, enough of talking. Let's eat. Our breakfast is turning cold," I said, noticing her fallen face. We both had our demons, and we had to fight our own battles to be able to stand strongly beside each other.
"I'll reheat it. Take a seat." Tiptoeing, my beautiful wife placed a quick kiss on my cheek before she turned and disappeared in the kitchen, leaving me to bask in the affection she was showering upon me.
***
"I want details not your excuses." I slammed the file on the table. After breakfast, I had left for the office. Some issues needed my attention, and I couldn't delay it.
Before my desk stood the security team I had hired for Innaya and me. Those who don't learn from their mistakes are the biggest fool. I wasn't going to fall under that category.
After the kidnapping fiasco, I had learned my lesson. With the help of Arjun, I had hired the best team for our security. Arjun did everything, leaving me the option of paying their fees.
"Sir, we understand our duty. We looked into that matter, but we need some time to be sure. We don't want to present you a half-baked investigation," Carl said patiently. The man was in his mid-forties which weren't visible from the way he maintained his strong build. His 6'2'' tall frame, with those sturdy strong muscles hidden behind the black clothes, looked pretty well maintained for someone of his age. For some odd reasons, Arjun insisted on having him as the head of the security.
I pursed my lips feeling helpless. There was no point at getting angry over him. Carl did his best and I knew, he was doing his best. Some matters needed time to uncover their truth.
"Okay. Come and find me when you have enough material." I nodded half-heartedly.
Carl picked up the file nodding his head.
"Make sure your men are watching my house properly, without getting spotted. I won't tolerate negligence like last night." I added when he was at the door.
"Understood." Carl left, closing the door on his way out.
I leaned back in my swirling chair, crossing my right leg on my left knee. My mind went back to the man on the beach yesterday. I had not seen who it was, but the moment he played that trick, I knew something was fishy. I didn't want to startle Innaya, so I didn't probe further.
Innaya had her back toward him, so she hadn't noticed. I had. It was no coincidence. He had his eyes on us from the time we entered the beach. At first, I hadn't given importance to his presence, but then when I was on the call I had caught his intense stare on Innaya.
My suspicion only grew when I received the message from Raj, the bodyguard. I had asked them to keep an eye on us from the distance. Raj and Krishna were the ones who had followed us last night. I had forgotten about their presence when I was about to kiss her. Thankfully the call stopped me from going further and giving in my impulses.
Innaya did not know that there were bodyguards following us. I didn't plan to tell her yet. I wanted to reach to that man and know his purpose, but he spotted my furious eyes and played that sound on his phone before he escaped.
I sighed as my fingers curled in a fist.
I did not know what motives he had, but I had a hunch that things were not as simple as they looked. His presence was not a coincidence. That was why I asked Carl to look more into it, but his search came negative. He didn't find anything.
There was a tiny voice inside my head, that kept sending warning bells.
Something was not right.