Four days had passed since my cycle hit me without warning, and Ekansh had meticulously taken care of me. He helped me to the bathroom, brought me fresh clothes, made dinner, changed my stained bedsheet, and, not to forget, massaged my abdomen to ease the cramps until I fell asleep. It was a sweet and genuine gesture, one I hadn’t expected from him. The tenderness he showed was unlike anything I’d imagined from him before.