He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt which hugs his body perfectly. I could see his abs. I swallowed hard.
He was staring at me. His eyes were moving from my legs to my face. I started feeling something in my stomach but I tried to ignore it. I saw him taking deep breaths. Was he controlling his anger? But I did nothing to make him angry. For some time we stared at each other. He was still looking at me with god knows what emotion in his eyes.
The room was silent. We could hear only the soft breathing sound of ourselves. “What are you doing here?” I asked him while taking the initiative to break this silence.
He took one more deep breath before opening his mouth. "I bought the ointment," he said while showing it to me. The irony of my life, the person who gave me the bruises has brought the ointment for it.
In another situation, I would have not accepted anything from him. But I promised my aunt that I will apply it before sleeping.