Chapter 217 - I want to beat you as well, but I’ll leave that part for my daughter-in-law

|Innaya|

Ayesha's face turned pale as she trying to move out of Eshan's mother's reach. She had seen how her aunty did not hold back while hitting her mother. 

"D-Don't come over. S-stay there… Mom, she has gone crazy," Ayesha frantically yelled. 

It was an amusing sight to look at. How proud and confident they were for ruining my life and just two slaps were enough for them to stammer and lose their bearings.

"I want to beat you as well, but I'll leave that part for my daughter-in-law," Eshan's mother said. "What do you say, Innaya?"

I was dumbfounded. I was baffled. And, I was terrified. 

Daughter-in-law? 

Innaya?

Wasn't I a cheater?

Where was the hatred and indifference in her eyes?

It was unclear to me what games she was playing. Mere imagination of what she could do was enough to give me anxiety.

She had driven me out of this very same house. She had just a couple of hours ago had accused me of having an affair. Why did she have a sudden shift in her demeanor, and why was she being sweet to me?

Perhaps, it was fear of getting caught. Eshan's support for me, she had witnessed it with her own eyes. Maybe, it was the reason she changed sides. She must not be willing to go to jail. I would not have let her go to jail anyway. There was no need of putting an act. I cringed at the prospect of being exposed to yet another conspiracy. 

"Aunty is asking you something. Answer her." Arjun patted my shoulder when I just stared at Eshan's mother with big eyes. 

I looked at him questioningly.

Did he know something that I did not?

Technically, as he was inside the house, he knew how Eshan's mother behaved. So, despite everything, he was still being nice to Aunty, or was that a sarcastic tone? I did not notice any sarcasm though. My mind was not working anymore.

"Don't give her any more stress," Eshan mumbled from the side. 

I looked at him gratefully. 

The people present were giving me powerful shocks, and I wondered if I was able to bear them. Only he understood me the most. This morning had started on the wrong note. All the emotional up-downs I had faced today were enough to make me unstable emotionally. I could not be able to handle any more dramas.

"Officer. Patil, please take these women away and make sure they rot in the jail for trying to spoil my daughter-in-law's life," Eshan's mother said to the female officer. "Thank you for your co-operation." She forwarded her hand for the handshake towards the stern-looking senior officer.

At this point, I had already lost my ability to think. I just looked around as Ayesha and Ayesha's mother was taken away despite how much they struggled, screamed, and threatened. Those officers almost dragged them away without paying any heed to their reluctance.

Ayesha's mother was screaming loudly, making many threats while Ayesha was weeping beside her, pleading to Eshan.

It was then when everything was cleared, leaving Arjun, Eshan's mother, Eshan, and I behind that I heaved a partial sigh of relief. 

Half of the problem was solved, but now the bigger problem was waiting for me. Eshan chose to leave the living room at this moment, giving one look to his mother. 

I wanted to rush behind him. Why was he leaving me alone? What had happened? I had to take answers from him. If he knew everything why we suffered for so many days? In the morning he even accused me of hiding things from him because of Karan. Why? 

Just as I turned to run behind him, my leg gave away as the sharp pain in my left ankle elicited the cry of pain from me. "Ahh…" I struggled to maintain my balance.

"Innaya. What's wrong?"

Arjun supported me before placing me on the nearest chair. I bent down to hold my leg. It was paining so much. Tears of pain gathered in my eyes. Moments ago I had stopped crying, and there I was crying again. I had twisted my ankle early but at that time I did not pay any attention to it. It seemed like, something went wrong at that moment. 

"Call the doctor." 

I heard Eshan's voice. He was leaving, wasn't he? Opening my eyes, I found Eshan kneeling by my side. When did he return to my side?

"I-I'm sorry…" I whispered. Eshan kept his eyes on my ankle which had swollen and was rapidly turning red. It was paining a lot. The pain made me feel uncomfortable. 

Arjun shook his head as he was kneeling beside Eshan. He observed my feet for a while. "Let's take her to the hospital. I think it needs proper investigations. It would probably need a plaster."

"Okay." Eshan nodded before standing up. 

Eshan picked me up the bridal style in his arms without saying anything further. As he carried me out of our home to the car parked outside, he did not even spare me a fleeting glance. I would be lying if I said it did not hurt. Watching him behave indifferently after he knew everything was breaking my heart and making me angry as well.

"Stop," I said resolutely when we exited the main door of our home. Though being in his arms made me feel relieved, his indifferent ignorance was hurting me. I did not want to go anywhere with him until I received my answers.

Eshan kept advancing, his strides steady yet hurried. He did not bother to reply or say anything.

"Put me down. I don't want to go anywhere." I struggled in his arms, pushing his chest. My safety was not a concern for me; I would gladly fall and receive some injuries if they got me answers, putting my troubled heart and mind at ease. Deep down, I knew Eshan would never let me fall and suffer. 

So much had happened in the last month for me trying to save Eshan from getting hurt. I bore so much that I had trouble living with the guilt. Yet, after everything, it looked like it was unrequired. Then why had I put myself through so much?

Eshan stopped when I was about to get out of his stronghold. His darkened eyes pinned my own with a stern glare. "Behave," he warned through greeted teeth.

"You knew everything," I said, looking in his eyes tinged with frustration and worry.

It was not a question rather a statement. Eshan continued staring in my eyes without blinking. His stare made me feel uncomfortable and guilty as if I was the one to do the wrong thing.