Diya PoV:
The next day I woke up, and we finished breakfast.
“Clean the whole house by evening. I want whole house to be crystal clean. Don’t forget to take precautions or health will affect because of dust. If you are careless again, you know well what would happen,” he left, giving his order and warning me.
I want to spoil my health. So that I will get rest, and Shourya will pamper me as before. Cursing my fate, I did everything and cleaned the whole house. The next day arrived before I recover from tiredness. I understood that if Shourya decided anything, he wouldn’t back off from it. Once indirectly, I told him that I regret my mistake. However, he didn’t pay any attention to my words; preferably the next day, he gave more work for me, i. e., he gave a novel to me and asked me to write that story with my hand by evening along with cooking and everyday household works. Whenever I curse him, he is smiling, making me angrier.
The next day I got ready and about to go to prepare breakfast. But, he held my wrist and pulled me towards him. He grasped me by my waist.
“What?” I asked, pouting.
“Will you be careful from now?” Shourya asked, looking at my lips.
“I hate you. Leave me,” I shouted, trying to get free from his hold.
But being a well-trained police officer, he is more energetic and more powerful than me. He tightened his grip on me.
“Leave me,” I said, mocking a kid.
“Answer me,” he said with a never faded smile.
“I will be careful from now,” I said.
“Good, from today, you can go anywhere you want. You are free to do anything. No need to do any household works,” Shourya said, holding me by placing his hand on my back.
“Leave me.”
“No way, sweet heart. I can’t leave you till my last breathe. Be ready at evening in any clothes you feel comfortable. I will take you to night club. I will show you the real enjoyment.”
“Really? Are you going to accompany me?”
“Sure, as you did everything for 4 days without refusing, next four days, your husband will be at your service. Every day after duty, we will go out. Choose three more places where you want me to accompany you or places you wish to visit,” he said, kissing me on both cheeks.
“Thank you,” I said, hugging him.
“Sir, your dad is calling you,” the maid said to Shourya.
Shourya left me immediately. I looked at him thoughtfully. He never takes care to close the door. I felt shy.
“I will meet dad,” he said and left from there.
I went to the kitchen. Mom and I started setting the table for breakfast.
“Diya, call your dad and Shourya for breakfast,” mom said to me.
I went to call them. I stopped listening to dad’s words.
“Shourya, I understood what you said. But already eight months completed since your marriage. We don’t know your reason for delaying the marriage. Do you think we are wrong in expecting a grandchild atleast now?” Dad asked him
“Dad, it’s not like that. I don’t mean you are wrong. But, Diya is not a toy. She is human. She has feelings. Dad, I never thought that a day would come to discuss these things with my parent.
I want to make it clear to you. Diya and I love each other. But, she needs time to trust me completely to give herself to me with full love and trust in me. I feel she is not yet ready for consummation of the marriage. I won’t force her. She is independent and mature enough to understand relationships, take responsibility, and make decisions. I will wait till she accepts me and this relationship completely,” Shourya said to dad.
His every word touched my heart. Can a person respect his wife and her feelings to this extent? I accepted his love before three months, but he still understood that I need time to move further. I never expected that my husband would understand me so well. I love you, Shourya. I love you so much for your thoughts and the respect you give to women. Many husbands will feel wives as their property to which they can do anything and treat anyway. But, you never have such thoughts.
You are different from the men I saw in my life. I thank Ranveer for trapping us without our notice in a hotel room and forcing us to marry. Otherwise, I would have never agreed to marry anyone in my life because of my past. I want to share my history, the dark secrets of my life, my pain, and everything with you. I hope you will understand me and my situation without blaming my character as everyone did.
“Shourya, I am proud of you. No one can value their wife and her feelings to this extent. I wish soon you will gain Diya’s trust and her love. God bless you,” dad said, placing his hand on Shourya’s head.
I went inside the room.
“Dad, mom told to call you both for breakfast,” I said to them.
In the evening, by the time he returned, I got ready to go out with him. He looked at me.
“Didn’t you go to office today?”
“No, you already asked for one week leave to my MD, so I didn’t go.”
“Yes but I told you can go anywhere you want from today.”
“It’s ok. It’s a rare chance for me to be happy with my family. So, I decided to enjoy remaining days with mom and you.”
“Ok fine. I will get ready within half an hour. I will just change my uniform. We shall go out,” Shourya said to me.
“Diya, let’s go,” he called me, and I turned towards him, removing my headphones.
I stared at him surprisingly. Wow, he is damn handsome. He changed his attire, and he is looking more impressive now. Of course, my husband is attractive; however, he is.
“If you finish staring at me and admiring my beauty, shall we go?” Shourya said, teasing me.
I slapped on his shoulder, lightly pouting. I suddenly remembered dad’s words in the morning. I decided to reveal my past to Shourya tomorrow and let him know that I can give myself to him with love and trust.