|Innaya|
"Innaya."
"Sweetheart?"
"Tesoro?"
'Go on. Call all the endearments in this world but that won't help you.' I refused to acknowledge him. I kept my eyes closed and head bowed, not willing to cooperate with whatever game he was playing.
"Don't be grumpy cupcake."
'God! Can anyone make him understand to not to use such sweet endearments with that ridiculously tantalising voice?' My subconscious glared at that thought. Merely seconds ago I firmly decided to not pay attention to his sweet tongue and now, my heart was flipping on his side. Great!
"Eshan, get to the point, please," I resignedly asked, tired of his growing questions. Actually, it was not his questions that were tiring but my own battle of these new growing feelings. I wasn't like this... ever. I never felt this way.
I found my palms being covered and that somehow calmed my heart little. I held back a sigh that was about to leave my lips.
"You are my wife." Eshan pressed my palms gently in his.
