Shourya PoV:
The next day I am packing my luggage to leave for that tribal area.
“Shourya,” Diya called me so sweetly.
What happened to this girl? Last night she was so angry with me. But, today, she is so sweet. Why? What’s that she is cooking up in her smart mind? Is it my innocent wife Diya or wise journalist Diya, who is talking to me? I gave a suspicious look to her raising my eyebrow.
“Why are you looking like that journalist Diya?” I asked.
Diya glared at me. Oh, so it’s my innocent wife Diya who is talking to me at present. So, I should be sweet and loving, not rude, and strict as IPS Shourya.
“Ok, tell me, my dear wife, what’s the matter?” I asked softly.
“I want to accompany you to that area, please.”
“Hmm, so journalist Diya woke up in you now, right?”
“Please,” Diyya pouted.
“No need to request me. You can accompany me if you want,” I said.
Whatever may be the reason, I liked the idea that my lovely wife will accompany me to that village. I won’t miss her if she comes with me.
We went to the area. They said that we need to walk as vehicles can’t go in that way because tribals live on the hill. There is no road, and the route is full of stones, making it difficult for us to walk. Diya took her camera and took snaps. Her phone rang.
“Ranveer,” she said, receiving the call.
I noticed her looking at me, but I didn’t look at her. I understood that there is unknown bonding between them. May be friendship or anything else. However, it may not be love because Diya can’t ask me to accept her as my wife if she loves Ranveer.
Diya PoV:
I accompanied Shourya to a village to find out the truth behind the case. Ranveer called me.
“Ranveer,” I said, slowly observing Shourya’s reaction.
“Can you come once to my home Diya?” He asked me.
“No, actually, I came to a village on some case purpose,” I said.
“Ok. I want you to take Ala for shopping. Within two days, we are getting engaged,” he said, making me shocked.
But happy too. Ala is perfect for Ranveer as she is in love with him.
“Thank you for everything, Diya, and as you knew, I love you.”
“Hey, Ranveer, please don’t be so formal. No need to thank me. If I start thanking you for everything that you had done, I will keep on thanking you. I love you too,” I said casually as he is my friend.
“Ok, sure, Diya dear. I hope you will attend my marriage, though your husband won’t like to send you to my marriage.”
“Sure, bye, take care” I disconnected the call and found Shourya in anger.
Why is he angry at me? Talking to Ranveer is not wrong, and I just came to know a few truths about him, which increased my respect for Ranveer. Now I am not against Ranveer. We rebuilt our friendship with each other, clearing the misunderstandings.
“Shourya,” I called, but he started walking fast, leaving me behind.
I continued walking with much difficulty. Shourya paced so fast as he wore shoes. I couldn’t catch up with his speed. My legs started aching, but he didn’t even notice that. I was about to step, but he stopped me, and I stepped on his palm as I didn’t see. I looked at him.
“You are about to step on a thorn,” he said with some seriousness on his face.
“I can’t walk anymore. Legs are aching badly,” I pouted.
He lifted me in his arms. I encircled my arms around his neck. It’s tough to get a husband like Shourya. I should never miss his love or trust. I must reveal the truth behind going to Ranveer’s house soon.
We reached the village, and constables made the arrangements for our stay. From his conversation with constables, I understood that we would be staying here for only one day. We got fresh up and finished lunch. He is not talking to me. I think he is angry with me for saying I love you to Ranveer. But I just said as a friend. I know he won’t doubt me but is very possessive about me.
I slowly went to him and stood before him.
“What?” Shourya asked seriously.
“Why are you not talking to me?”
“Go and talk to your friend. Why are you so bothered about me?” He said, making me smile inwardly, seeing his possessiveness.
I kept an innocent face and pouted as if his words hurt me. Tears won’t come at the right time to act correctly. My husband is also not that type who breaks his wife very quickly to the level where she sheds tears.
“Are you doubting me, Shourya?” I started my acting.
He got up from the chair and came to me. God, his looks were so scary. I started walking back, and finally, I was prisoned between him and the wall. He touched my lips softly with his finger. What is he doing to me? Why am I unable to stop him? Moreover, I am enjoying whatever he is doing to me.
He touched my bare waist and drew patterns making me grit my teeth to stop moaning.
“Say I love you,” Shourya said suddenly.
“Wh.. What?” I asked, stammering due to the effect of my husband’s touch on me.
“Say I love you, or I won’t end this sweet torture to you,” Shourya warned me.
He left my waist and then turned me back, moved his fingers on my back, and replaced it with lips. I can’t bear his sweet torture anymore.
“I love you,” I said, feeling the sensation of his touch.
“Say it 100 times, and then I will leave you,” Shourya said.
He didn’t leave me and increased his sweet torture. I started repeating, “I love you” to escape this uncontrollable sensation in me. He went to my belly and kissed me there too, and I whispered, I love you.
“Say it louder dear wife,” he said, moving his fingers on my belly.
How can I talk louder when he is taking full control of me? I tried to say it aloud but unable to do so. He teased me more by touching my collar bone and breast valley. He gave a small break to his torture, and I said it aloud. When I said it 100 times, he stopped kissing and teasing me. He looked into my eyes, and I blushed hard, remembering what happened between us just a few minutes back.
“Never say I love you to anyone except me,” my husband said dangerously.
I nodded with a blushing smile.
“Sorry for troubling you. But I really can’t stop my anger when you said I love you to someone else than me,” Shourya said to me.
I didn’t answer him and sat on the bed. I loved his possessiveness and sweetness of his anger. I didn’t know why, but I cannot come out of that sensation created by him to me. He is talking outside with the people to know what happened to that innocent girl. But, my looks and mind were fixed on Shourya. I was observing his facial expressions very keenly.
His behavior, care, trust, understanding, and the way he respects me made me fall for him quickly. He came to me.
“Diya, I am going to meet that girl and her family. Do you want to accompany me or stay here?” He asked.
I nodded.
“What? Why are you nodding?” He asked.
“I want to be with you,” I said.
“What?”
“I mean, I will accompany you,” I said.
“Are you affected that much because of me, my dear wife?” He asked, and I opened my mouth wide.
“Come, let’s go,” he said, and I went with him.
Throughout the way, I held his hand tight. He noticed it but didn’t say anything. I am enjoying his presence beside me and his love’s magic through his looks, i. e., his care. He is taking care of me in every step, as the way is full of thorns and stones.