Shourya PoV:
I gave challenging assignments for Diya for four days. I understood that she became tired of those works. I couldn’t help because I don’t want her to take alcohol even by mistake anytime. She should realize that I never take such things lightly as it affects her life. What if someone takes advantage of her when she is drunk? Of course, I won’t leave her hand even then because I love her so much.
On that day, I saw her with a boy holding her waist and romancing with her. If she doesn’t drink, she would never allow someone to come that close to her. I still remember that scene. Diya is my wife, and I am very possessive of her. I don’t want to hurt her by asking about that boy because I am sure she doesn’t know anything. I made it tough for her by ordering her to do the works all alone. However, she had borne my anger and followed whatever I said.
I decided to stop this as I noticed her exhausting. Mom said that she didn’t have her food correctly doing the work assigned by me as she was scared of my anger. I understood that she was frightened of me, predicting that I would become angry if she doesn’t complete work on time. I irritated Diya because of my over possessiveness for my wife. However, even if Diya refuses to work, I would not say anything to her. Mom gave an excellent lecture to me, saying that I was being strict with Diya and warned me to stop all this, or she will take her daughter away from me. God, why everyone tries to separate my love from me? Of course, I am a bit rude to her but not totally. Because I cared for her by giving her enough rest and work. If I explain her fault to her without troubling her, she might repeat it, but now she would never do it ever, even in her dreams. Sometimes strictness is necessary for her safety.
I observed my wife scolding me for making her work a lot. I smiled at her because I didn’t understand why is she doing all those works when she doesn’t like it? It means Diya loves me. Four days are more than enough, and if she works for one more day, I can’t bear it.
My darling worked a lot; I don’t know how people could hurt their wives all the time where I couldn’t see her suffering even for four days. Dad didn’t like what I did and advised me to explain to her to be careful rather than assigning her work like hell. Now my parents became her parents and loving her more than me. Anyways, she deserves their love and this happiness as she is so sweet and very innocent. I am talking only about my wife and not journalist Diya because no fool can say that journalist Diya is innocent after reading her writings and cases she dealt.
I want to give her so much happiness. I decided to take her out on a date for four days to make her happy for being rude to her for four days. Now it’s my time to work on convincing my lovely wife.
We went to the same night club. We took a soft drink and started dancing. She kept her hands on my shoulders, and I held her by the waist. She looked into my eyes. We moved according to the beat of the song, and we held each others’ hands.
“Hey handsome, can you dance with me?” someone asked me.
I turned towards that side and found a girl standing there. I nodded and left Diya’s hand to tease her. However, I don’t like to dance with anyone except my darling wife. I know well Diya won’t let me dance with any girl other than her.
As I guessed, Diya held my collar and turned me towards her, and then she placed her hands on my shoulders.
“He is busy with his wife. Can you please move away?” Diya growled.
That girl went off, and then, she glared at me. She left me and is about to go. I stopped her and pulled her towards me. I pulled her more close to me, dancing with her, and she struggled hard to escape from me in such anger. I kissed her lips without others’ notice, and she startled at once.
“Very possessive about your husband,” I smirked at her.
“Why not when he is all mine? No one has a right over him except me,” Diya said.
“What if your husband has an affair?”
“I will kill him,” Diya fumed at me.
“I love you, my sweet heart,” I said, turning her back and still dancing for the music.
“First tell me do you have any affair?”
“No, I am only your’s, baby,” I said, placing my lips on her deep bareback.
Diya closed eyes, enjoying my love for her. I kissed on the side of her neck. As everyone was in dancing mode, and there was less light, no one in the club noticed my romance with her. I slowly held her right hand from the back and kissed from her shoulder to palm and the same with the left hand. I again turned her towards me. I danced for some time and kissed her neck, and Diya’s cheeks turned red, making me crazier. I hugged her and placed my hands on her neck and again kissed in her neck, burying my head.
“Shourya, what is this? Let’s go home, anyone may notice,” Diya mumbled.
No problem. There is no proper lighting for anyone to notice. My wife is all mine, and only I have a right over her. Suddenly Diya screamed. Shut, I gave a love bite to her unintentionally, actually remembering that day where she was close to someone else. I looked at her. She glared at me.
Shut, what did I do? I don’t know why I behaved like that, that too in public. I left Diya as I didn’t understand how to apologize to her.
“I am sorry,” I said, looking down as I couldn’t see her.
“Of course, I know that my husband lost his control seeing me this hot,” Diya said, smiling proudly.
I thought she was angry at me. But, no.
“But biting is a bit too much. Am I your favourite fruit or something to bite me, my husband?” Diya pouted.
“You are sweeter than my favourite fruit,” I said, holding her waist and dancing again, making her blush hard.
We reached home by midnight at 1 am. Diya is so happy. She enjoyed dancing, dinner and of course everything because her husband was with her. I realized that she loves my company.
I should make a few changes in my life. Till now, I had focused entirely on my job. Today, I decided that once a week, I should give time to her. She should never miss me or think that I am not spending time with her. The moment she feels lonely, I would be an utter failure as a husband. I should keep her happy all the time.
I looked at Diya. She dozed off on the bed in an improper manner without removing her accessories and sandals. I tried pulling her sandals, and at once, she got up.
“What are you doing?”
“You can sleep, baby. I am just removing your sandals,” I said.
“No! Husband shouldn’t touch wife’s feet,” she said.
“Come on, Diya. Be modern. I don’t believe all this bull shit. You are tired and slept. I tried removing sandals, nothing wrong in it. Just imagine, if I sleep like this when I am tired, won’t you do this to make me sleep comfortably?” I said and removed her sandals.
I removed her chain, watch, and hangings. I covered her with a blanket, and she smiled, looking at me. When I laid beside her, she hugged me, and I cuddled her in my inescapable arms.
The next day I took her to Akshardham as she wants to see the light and music show there. She enjoyed a lot seeing the incredible architecture of Akshardham and the light show.
After that, I became busy with a children’s case. Children are falling ill for unknown reasons. All the hospitals in the city were filled with children as inpatients. Their blood samples were sent to the forensic department for the examination. Doctors at forensic lab declared that “heroine- a drug” was entered into their bodies, which made them sick, and the life of children was at high risk. Ranveer ordered me to investigate the case immediately. I interrogated their parents and teachers but found no clue. At 2 am, I reached home thinking about children.
I remembered Diya and my promise to her. I was unable to keep my promise of taking her on a date for the next two days. She opened the door, and I got fresh up. She served dinner to me. We went to the room.
“Diya, I am so sorry. An important case came up suddenly. I will definitely keep my promise but give me little time, please,” I requested her.
“It’s ok, my dear sweet husband. No need to apologize me. I can understand. Do you know what makes me more happy? I will be more happy to be a wife to sincere and nation loving IPS Shourya than to family loving Shourya. Focus on your duty Shourya, but just leave a small space in your heart for me and our family. Fill rest of the place with your love for nation, society and public,” she said sweetly.
“I love you, Diya. I love our nation more than our family. But, I love you and our family more than my own life. I can sacrifice my life for you amd our family, but if its the case of nation, I prioritise our nation over my life and our family,” I said, closing my eyes.
“I know and that’s why I am proud of my husband,” Diya said, kissing me on the lips.