Diya PoV:
I slept after having dinner as my angry husband ordered me. In sleep, I felt someone’s touch on my right hand. I opened one eye to see. Shourya is applying some gel to my right hand. Is he thinking that my hand is aching for real? Not, I mean, it’s painful but only a little bit. He massaged my fingers and knuckles slowly. He did it for half an hour. Then he slept silently. He can’t be strict with me. He loves me a lot.
In the morning, I am preparing breakfast and in a hurry as I cannot handle all the work alone. Tiffin should be prepared separately for dad as he has diabetes and a BP patient. It means I need to cook two kinds of breakfast- one for all of us and one for dad. Mom came to the kitchen.
“Diya, did you finish cooking?”
“Not yet mom. I am not a good cook like Shourya, it’s so difficult,” I said, mocking a kid.
Mom is a mom to me. She pampers me as if I am her daughter, and I am habituated to talk like this to mom. Mom smiled, hearing my complaint.
“I know. Sometimes Shourya will be very serious. If it’s regarding your safety, we can’t convince him. I came here to help you.”
“But mom, he said I must do everything alone. He will be angry again.”
“No problem, Diya. Let me help you. I will make chapathis,” Mom took dough to prepare them.
“Mom, she is capable of doing everything by her own. Just day before yesterday, I realised that,” Shourya said.
I understood his sarcasm in his words.
“I don’t want anyone to help her. Diya, take the dough from mom. Do it by yourself. I want you to do everything on time without fail and without help,” Shourya said seriously.
I immediately took the dough from mom and started preparing chapatis. I prepared breakfast and served them. Shourya ordered me to do gardening and clean the weeds today by the evening before he returns. I should also prepare lunch and send it to him through the driver. I want to kill him. Sadly I can’t do that. I removed weeds, done grass cutting, leaves cutting for few plants, and watered them. I am tired and slept for some time.
By the time I woke up its evening. I suddenly remembered that I didn’t prepare lunch and didn’t send lunch for Shourya. I fell in trouble now. He may arrive at any time. I am hell scared of him and roaming here and there in the room. Mom came to me.
“Diya, I brought lunch for you. Have it,” mom said.
I looked at her with a sad expression on my face.
“What happened to you, my dear?”
“Mom, I didn’t prepare lunch and forgot to send lunch to Shourya.”
“No problem. I sent lunch to Shourya and he didn’t know that you slept forgetting to prepare lunch. So, you can have food fast before he arrives and stay cool. Don’t say this to Shourya,” mom said, smiling.
I got relaxed and had food fast. After some time, Mr. IPS arrived.
“Did you finish gardening?” Shourya asked me as soon as he came inside the room.
I nodded. After completion of this week, I will show my husband what Diya is. I won’t allow him to kiss or hug me for one week—stupid, idiot, very bad husband.
Shourya came near to me and raised my face with his hand. I looked into his eyes. Seeing his smile and love in his eyes makes me forget my anger.
“Show me your hands,” he said.
I showed my hands to Shourya. He placed his lips on both my palm, and I closed my eyes, feeling his sweet love.
“Paining? Do you feel any itching sensation or irritation on your hands?” he asked, observing my hands and turning them up and down to check them.
“I wore gloves while doing the work,” I said.
“That’s good. Actually I was so worried as I asked you to do gardening in which you have no experience. I called mom to check how you were working but mom scolded me for suffering you and disconnected the call without listening,” He said, still checking my hands.
“Don’t worry, I have experienced more than this. You are not suffering me much,” before I complete my words, Shourya kissed me, shutting my mouth.
“I love you Diya. I don’t want to suffer you. I love you so much,” he said, cupping my face.
“I know it, Shourya. I love you too.”
“How long do you need to reveal your past to me. Can’t you trust me even now?” He asked with much pain in his eyes.
“No Shourya I trust you. But… ”
He took a deep breath to control his emotions.
“You were looking so tired. Take rest today. Dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast will be prepared by maid. You no need to do anything. Just take rest. However you are not allowed to go out,” he said, acting anger.
I nodded, and we had dinner at night. He is doing some work, and I am bored as he restricted me from using gadgets. No laptop, no mobile, nothing. I just enjoyed staring at him. I studied every emotion on his face and observed his face keenly with love. After finishing his work, he laid on bed.
“Shourya, I want to say something to you. I didn’t prepare lunch today. I was so tired and slept at afternoon,” I said, sleeping on his chest and keeping my arm on him.
“I know that. From my childhood, I am having food prepared by mom. Do you think that I can’t recognize the taste?”
“Then why didn’t you ask me?”
“Because I know you won’t hide anything from me and can’t lie to me. I waited for you to say the truth. I am happy that you didn’t break my trust. However, still I remember you lying to me the reason behind going to Ranveer’s home,” he said slowly.
“Shourya, I really went there just to help Ala. After going there, I asked Ranveer to help you. Actually I didn’t go there to request him. I never meant to insult you Shourya. I know you are capable of facing anything but still as your wife, I would be tensed seeing you sad. So, I thought of asking Ranveer,” I said, but he didn’t react.
“I know Ranveer from my college days. We were best friends at that time. He helped me many times when I was in trouble. After becoming minister, I didn’t like his activities. But, recently I understood his intentions behind his activities. So, we became friends again,” I said and looked at his face.
“Good night, Diya. It’s too late. Sleep now,” he said without reacting to my words.
“Shourya, I am saying the truth.”
“I have no doubt about you, Diya. But, I can’t trust Ranveer. I know his true face. Nevertheless, I don’t want to fight with my wife about the third person who is not even a part of my family. You are free to choose your friends. But I don’t want us to argue with each other. Hope you understand.”
“Ok, but Shourya, just trust me, I never do anything that hurts you.”
“I know,” he said, kissing me on my cheek.
“Sleep now baby, Good night. Because in the morning you need to do lot of work,” he said, kissing on my forehead.
I glared at him. He smirked. Five more days to go. How can I work that much for five more days? I don’t know what my assignment will be for the next day. But I am sure it will make me very tired. Now, I regret taking alcohol and being careless. I never expected Shourya to be this harsh to me for that mistake. I thought he would scold me, but he didn’t say anything to me but made me work hard every day. I never drink again in my life, even by mistake, and surely I will take care of myself.