Shourya PoV:
Diya’s support made me confident. She asked me to stay with my parents. I thought to refuse, but her words stopped me.
“Shourya, you are here today just because of your parents. Don’t forget that. It’s your parents who supported you to become an IPS. Why do you think they are an obstacle to your duty?”
“Diya, I don’t think they are an obstacle to my duty. I don’t want anything to happen to them because of me. I can’t take it if my enemies target them.”
“You are wrong, Shourya. By staying away from them, you can’t save them from your enemies. Living away can’t end the relationship between you and your parents. Even now, they have a threat to their life.
Keep your fears aside and realize the fact that you left your responsibility towards them. They need your love and care. It’s upto you that you will stay with them or not. But, I am not only your wife but also their daughter in law. I can’t leave for unnecessary reasons. I can’t escape from my responsibilities as you do,” Diya said very seriously.
I felt overwhelmed by listening to her words. She fought with me to my parents. She loves them more than me and agreed to stay with my parents. Mom and dad were happy as I returned home.
I observed Diya’s behavior towards my parents. I didn’t see the daughter in law but saw a daughter in her, and I hope she will give the same love and care to me one day.
“Shourya, Dinner is ready. Come let’s have the dinner,” Diya said.
“Diya, are you free day after tomorrow?” I asked her.
” I have office.”
“Can you please take off for one day, “I said, and she gave a blank expression.
“Can’t you take a day off for me?” I asked, to which Diya nodded immediately.
Does she have feelings for me? Women are great. I don’t understand how a woman falls in love with her husband just with a knot though she knows nothing about him.
Diya is an educated and dynamic journalist. Still, she respects the traditions and customs. She knows nothing about me but already started liking me as I am her husband. She respects me and tries to understand me. But, the problem is I want her love and like is not enough.
I went to the office as usual and tried to find the proofs. Few people who complained against me agreed to withdraw those complaints and revealed that Ranveer forced them to file the complaint. I recorded their statement and went home to show that video to Diya. She is not at home.
I got a Whatsapp message from Ranveer. I clicked on the link sent by him, and it is an article criticizing me. I won’t care for such acts, but my eyes fell on the journalist who wrote that post. I was hell shocked by seeing the name.
Just then, I heard the door opening sound. Diya returned to the home but was quiet and bent her head.
“What happened to you, Diya? Why are you scared of me and dull?” I asked her.
“Today when I went to the office, I saw an article against you written in my newspaper,” Diya said.
“So what?”
“The author of the article was given as Diya. But, I didn’t write it,” Diya tried to explain.
I closed her lips by keeping my finger on her lips. She stopped speaking, and I can sense her nervousness as I touched her lips. How could I tell her that I want to replace a finger with my lips?
“Don’t worry, Diya. I can understand that the article was not written by you. Till now as a journalist, you have never written any article without knowing the full facts. I didn’t find your style of writing in that article. I trust you. However, I don’t think my wife will cheat me. She has the guts to do anything face to face and she never plays betrayal game,” I said, and she smiled.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Diya, coffee,” mom said, and Diya was shocked.
“Mom, why did you bring coffee? I don’t….. I will…. prepare. I am sorry,” she said continuously as if she was frightened, shocked, and confused.
Mom, dad, and I laughed at once. She glared at me, and I stopped laughing. God, my wife, started controlling me. I don’t know what else I will face in the future. I wanted to shower my love for her, embracing in my arms, which has the power to create an aura of happiness around her.
“Diya, don’t be so formal. You are equal to Shourya for me. As you returned from the office, I brought the coffee for you. Do you react in the same way if your mom brings a coffee for you?” Mom said.
“Diya, we are one family. You and Shourya, both are equal to us. Don’t worry,” dad said, and Diya smiled.
She took the coffee, and mom whispered something in her ears. The secrets of mom and daughter increased these days.
Diya PoV:
I went to the home, worrying that Shourya may be angry with me reading that article. But, he trusted me. Mom brought a coffee for me. I was in shock, but the words told by my mom and dad made me happy. God gave a loving family to me. Mom and dad never behaved as in-laws. They always treated me as their daughter.
I stood on the balcony enjoying the taste and aroma of the coffee prepared by mom. Shourya stood beside me. I remembered him touching my lips just before a few minutes. I looked at him, and suddenly my looks shifted to his lips.
What if his finger on my lips replaced with his lips?
God, what’s happening to me? Why am I getting such thoughts which I never got till now? I blushed, and I noticed Shourya looking at me.
Shourya gave a naughty smile and came towards me.
“What?” I asked him.
“Trying to fulfill your wish as your husband,” Shourya said with a smirk.
“What?”
“Replacing my finger with my lips,” Shourya winked.
I moved back but stopped hitting the pillar. Shourya caged me with his hands, and then he placed his lips on mine, giving me a shock. I opened my mouth, and he started kissing me deeply. I blushed and looked into his eyes, losing myself completely.