My Vulnerary Husband- Our Journey Towards Love

|Eshan|

"You don't see me. Nobody sees me. Why do I have to be so pathetic, Eshan? Why?"

Innaya's stumbling figure found my support as she slipped her hand from my arm, and placed her head on my shoulder. I frowned at her words. She was belittling herself and I did not agree with it.

"You are not pathetic. Don't you ever think that about yourself? You get me?" I held her chin between my forefinger and thumb and said, while looking into her eyes.

Innaya pouted blinking her dazed eyes. I felt foolish for trying to talk sense in a drunk person's mind.

Taking Innaya to Shweta, my cousin's housewarming party wasn't a good decision, I concluded as I glanced at Innaya's condition.

I had received Shweta's call a couple of hours ago when we were deciding on how to spend our day. She had recently shifted to Mumbai. She told me that she had called me multiple times in the past but my phone, had been switched off. I had realized that it was during the time I was stuck in my own mess. She made her final attempt of reaching out to me today, and as we were free, I had decided to visit Shweta with Innaya.

However, everything went south when Innaya accidentally consumed alcohol though it was not her fault but Shweta's ten-year-old son, Rishi's. After the deed was done, there was no point in blaming him, so we left Shweta's house in a hurry.

Currently, we were walking towards our car parked in the parking lot. I needed to take Innaya back to our house as soon as possible for her close to zero tolerance to alcohol was clearly visible from her flushed face, slurred speech, and unfocused eyes.

I did not even know how much she drank and what because that kid got scared and locked himself in his room. Not wasting my time on interrogating him, I preferred to take Innaya away. I did not wish them to witness drunk Innaya.

Innaya placed her chin on my c.h.e.s.t and raised her head. "Eshan," she sweetly called, tracing my cheek with her finger.

"Hmm?" 'Gosh!' The woman was distracting me from the insane situation we were stuck in. She did not know what her antics did to me. Heck, she did not have even the slightest bit of idea about the effect she had on me. Her l.u.s.trous black hair fluttered with her movements.

Innaya moved her hair away from her face, making an irritated face. I helped her adjusting her hair as I secured those silky smooth locks with her hairpins.

"Had you lived in some cold place? Like where there is too much cold, rains and snow?" Innaya raised her eager eyes and asked me.

Her question left me puzzled. What was she asking? Before I could think further, I felt her fist grabbing my T-shirt, attracting my attention. She tugged at and I leaned close to her. As I was helping her secure her hair, I was already quite close to her, so her actions left only a minimalistic distance between us.

"Yeah yeah, I mean no. I haven't. Why?" I was eager to know what was going on in her intoxicated mind. I looked at her as I eagerly waited to hear from her.

"Huh, no? Never?" Her hands shifted to her waist as she frowned, as if unable to comprehend something. I felt the loss of her touch.

I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

She lifted her hands from her waist to my shoulders before circling them around my neck. She blinked her eyes before she stared at me. "How are you so cool then? You never get angry, annoyed and rant. Always so calm and cool. How?" She traced a finger over a side of my face.

My lips broke into a smile as soon as she finished her reasoning.

My wife surely did know how to sweep her husband off his feet. My wife - when not in her senses - seemed more in her senses to me for what she never said in her complete consciousness - she did when alcohol overpowered some of her senses.

I was forced to look at her when her palm slowly slapped my c.h.e.s.t and I was met with her sad yet complaining eyes.

"Where are you lost?" She angrily demanded but next second her face turned sad. "Get lost in my eyes. Are my eyes not pretty enough?" Her lips shaped into an adorable pout and I could not resist wondering how much of time god had taken to create this beautiful creation. She was too sacred and pure to belong to this cruel and unfair world.

"Your eyes are the prettiest," I whispered, c.a.r.e.s.sing her face.

I was amused as I watched her letting out a kiddish laugh before she hugged me.

"Thanks for marrying me," she murmured against my c.h.e.s.t.

"What?" It almost escaped my mouth out of the slight shock that I got. I was a little taken aback as soon as I registered her words.

"I said," she pulled away only to hold the skin of my cheeks in her delicate hold, "thanks for marrying me."

I was staring at her in awe as I came in the sight of her twinkling eyes that shone even more with her smile that was reaching those eyes.

"If not you, I would have stayed unmarried, single and... alone for life." Her tone was barely audible by the time she mentioned the last keyword - alone and I could figure out how upset she had become at that point.

"You know... I never admitted this to anyone but... being alone was not a choice but the only option I had. I hate being alone. It kills me but somehow I had got used to it until you," she giggled, resting her palms on my c.h.e.s.t, "you met me. You changed everything for me, Eshan. You changed everything for me. You became my very own angel who turned my miserable life into a fairy tale."

Her legs trembled, and I quickly wrapped my hands around her waist to protect her falling figure.

"You are a fairy, Innaya. You are my fairy and one day, I would build the heaven for you where none would be able to touch your heart and scar it. I promise you that." It was more a promise made to myself than Innaya. She was going to forget it by the next morning but I was not going to forget it.

Innaya had suffered a lot in life though I was yet to know what included in that suffering certainly I knew that it was something horrible that had landed her where even a slight trigger would bring panic attacks to her.

Innaya had faced and lived her share of sorrow. Not anymore. One day, I was going to make life beautiful for her. A beautiful life where she would be happy. Just happy.

Her eyes kept shutting and she struggled hard to blink away her dizziness.

I pulled her closer to me, hiding her in my embrace. I wished I had some kind of an invisible cloak like Harry Potter had. I would have hidden Innaya from every evil thing in the world.

Innaya always invoked that protective sense within me. I had never felt that strongly towards anyone earlier in my life. It was as if there was an invisible thread that tied her hand to mine and it dreaded me to let go of it.

The thread was a thread to treasure and Innaya was mine to protect.

I picked her up before I pressed my lips to her forehead. "Let's go home, Innaya."

Placing her in the passenger seat of the car, I secured the seat belt around her. After getting into the driver's seat, I looked at her sleeping face wishing nothing but to hold her in my arms to never let go. Holding my urge, I drove towards our home, slowly, making sure to not disturb her.

Tonight Innaya had shared a part of feelings with me - part of true feelings, and I was going to cherish her every word and keep my promise.

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"Innaya... Innaya," I ran, my voice echoing in the air, pushing the curtains in the room, blocking my view. My heart grew restless and impatient for her sight but she was nowhere to be found.

"Where are you, Innaya?" I shouted at the top of my voice, in the highest pitch I could manage. I desperately ran, furiously pulling down every curtain in my way.

At one point, I stood in my place, taking 360 degrees turns several times as I attempted to locate her but my heart sank when my eyes couldn't find her.

I hid my face in my sweaty palms for a moment before those same palms grabbed my hair in their fists. I was going mad by every passing second. Where was Innaya? Where was Innaya?

I turned around and climbed the staircase, skipping one and two in between, least caring even if it would have resulted in a disastrous fall. Innaya over me, always! Innaya over me, always!

My distressed self looked for her in every room, in every corner, everywhere I thought I could find her but I couldn't.

'I would find you no matter where you go. Innaya. I would find you no matter where you go.'

I had promised to find her. I had promised her. I couldn't fail her and myself again. I couldn't. No, no, no.

"Innaya," I screamed as I dashed inside one room, "Innaya."

"Where are you, Innaya? Where are you?" My broken heart didn't let my legs support my weight and I slowly fell on the icy cold floor. Cold. Innaya was vulnerable to cold. Had she worn the sweater? Was she having a shawl?

"Innaya," I mumbled in my crying voice as every muscle in my body shuddered at the thought of losing her.

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I woke up with the jerk only to find myself alone in the bed. Where was Innaya?

"Innaya?"

"Innaya?"

I yelled as I frantically got out of the bed, almost crashing on the ground. "Innaya?"

The empty bedroom of mine only emphasized my fear when my feet touched the cold floor. I was on the verge of going berserk.

"Eshan? What happened?"

My eyes snapped towards the direction of the door. When my eyes found Innaya's approaching figure from the door, I rushed forward. Reaching her, I checked her from head to toe, making sure that she was not harmed.

"Are you hurt? Where were you? I'm sorry, I didn't find you. I failed you." I fired a series of questions on her as I continuously checked and rechecked her.

"Eshan. Eshan- calm down. I'm fine. Nothing happened. Look at me. Look at me, Eshan," Innaya held my arms, stopping my frantic attempts. I stared at her blankly.

"You are okay?" I asked her to confirm it, again. Innaya nodded, her eyes concernedly watched me. It was then I realized that it was all a nightmare and nothing had happened to Innaya.

I exhaled loudly, leaving her, I heavily sat on the bed burying my face in my sweaty palms. My nightmare felt so real. It scared the shit out of me and I could not help but shudder to recall it.

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