|Innaya|
Finally.
With a tremendous amount of effort, I finally managed to change into a T-shirt and shorts Eshan left on the bed. They were very loose for me. The sleeves of the T-shirt slipped from my right shoulder, and I had to keep it pulled up, and those shorts though thankfully reached past my thighs till my knees, yet the elastic was little loose. I secured it with the pin I had with me.
After making sure that I was presentable and cleaned as much as I could do with bandaged palms, and only a wet towel, I debated on how should I call Eshan. It was quite an awkward situation for me.
Until now, everything happened so suddenly that I had no chance of registering anything. Eshan had that effect on me. Everything related to him would occupy my whole mind, leaving me unable to process other things— just as it did before. I had forgotten my pain and obeyed him.
I was truly hopeless.
