||Innaya||
"Sweetheart." The familiar endearment caused my heart to race. It had been so long. I've never been the person who loved sweet talks, nicknames, or endearments. It was Eshan, who made me habitual to them. Over the period, those annoying and irritating endearments became sweet and loving.
"Eshan?" I called out, unable to see him. I turned to my left, finding the switch of lights to turn them on.
"Tesoro." Eshan's deep voice again sounded, but I couldn't locate him.
"Eshan?" I left the bed when the lights didn't work, and darkness remained around me.
"Come, find me."
"Where are you?" I yelled back in the darkness. I blindly searched for my mobile for the torch, yet I found nothing. Everything was pitch-black; I could hear nothing, but the familiar voice of my husband. It was beyond frustrating to have him so close, yet so far. Where was he? His voice sounded from close, but when I extended my arms out for reaching him, holding him, they grasped on to air only.
