|Innaya|
The faint line of worries clouded Eshan's expressions. I stood at the end of the stairs as I looked at him, seated with his eyes closed on the sofa. His hair was in a mess as if he had ruffled them several times. He did that wherever he was stressed or worried. He would often run his hand through his hair. The sight of him slumped there did not feel good to my eyes. The exhaustion was visible on his face, and it hurt me, knowing I was the reason behind it.
I looked around for his friend who had poured oil and lit a fire in our relationship. She seemed to be not present. It was a wonder though. She was missing the chance of having alone time with Eshan. Perhaps, she had left. That would be great though. It would be peaceful for us.
