Chapter 64 - The unintended gift of suffering (1/2)

|Innaya|

”What are you doing?” Arjun's voice snapped me out of my guilty haze. He had a bowl and cloth in his one hand, and in the other one, he held a bottle that seemed to contain orange juice. ”Keep pillows underneath his legs and open his shirt,” he ordered wetting the cloth in what I assumed was cold water.

I got up and did as he told. My hands shook a little as I worked my way on the buttons of Eshan's white shirt. According to the way Arjun was taking things normally, the painful realization of it not being alarming for him dawned on me.

Eshan had passed out in the past too.

Eshan had fainted in the past too.

Eshan had suffered as much as I had. Perhaps, that was a wrong statement. He had suffered a lot, a lot more than I had.

Eshan had been suffering all along.

I was such a fool to think that he had left me out of anger. How could I even bring myself to think that when it was Eshan in question? I was being foolishly ignorant all along. Eshan was too good to leave me out of rage. He was just too good to do that.

He had been away, but he wasn't punishing me.

He was punishing himself.

He was punishing himself when in reality, if there was anyone to be blamed, accused, punished, and perhaps, hit – it was me. He didn't deserve to suffer the way he did. It should have been me. It was me, but once again, like always, Eshan had taken it on himself, conveniently ignoring my faults and focusing only on where he had gone wrong.

How did I even get so lucky to get someone like him as my companion for the rest of the life?

As far as I remembered, I had done nothing good enough for the same, and neither my fate had been good enough but it seemed like, I just got way too lucky when God was giving out gems.

My heart ached even more as I looked at unconscious Eshan. His paled face continued making me feel horrible about myself for, I was the sole reason behind whatever condition he was, and he had been in.

”Here.” Arjun pushed the wet cloth in my hand and turned to open the windows. ”Wipe his face and neck. He shall be up soon.”

Keeping my emotions at bay, I focused on the task in my hand. However, few tears managed to escape as I wiped Eshan's face. ”It isn't the first time.” It was not a question because it was the truth and rather a painful one.

Arjun just hummed in agreement.

Eshan stirred, blinking his eyes, and I suddenly felt alive. Arjun returned to the other side of the bed. Opening up the lid with his other hand, he raised Eshan's head a little and supported it there as he brought the tip of the bottle near Eshan's lips.

My eyes refused to leave Eshan's face. With his eyes closed, Eshan sipped on the juice little by little. Arjun had that soft look on his face, and there was a hint of sympathy in his blue eyes.

Around five minutes later, Arjun pulled back the bottle and slowly lowered Eshan's head on the bed.

”Don't move and keep your eyes closed,” Arjun ordered, his tone was gentle but firm. Eshan nodded before his body relaxed on its own.