This was Mr.Grumpy… or more precisely Mr.Gwampy as Akira put it.

Shreya came back to the couch and sat there dazed for a second. The cushion made a noise as they dipped under her weight. She leaned back and laid down closing her eyes.

This empty apartment where her own voice would echo back to her… she hated it with all her heart. It felt as suffocating as she always remembered it to be. This was the main reason why she never came back here in all these days after she separated from Charan. This house reminded her with every passing second what is missing in her life…