Shourya PoV:
I went to the garden in the resort and tried calming my anger. I had no plan of taking another room, leaving Diya alone in the room at an unknown place. I just left the room to cool myself. After 2 hours, I went to the room. I knocked on it, but she didn’t open the door.
“Diya, open the door,” I called her, but she didn’t open the door.
I knocked it again but no response. I went to management and took the spare key to open the door. I got shocked, seeing Diya unconscious on the bed.
“Diya, open your eyes. Diya, look at me,” I tried to bring her into conscious.
But she didn’t react. I called reception, and they sent a doctor to treat her. The doctor checked her.
“Did she use any antidepressants in the past?”
I remembered reading news that she was admitted to a mental asylum. I think she used them.
“Maybe doctor,” I said.
“As she used antidepressants to a large extent without control in the past, whenever she gets tensed or becomes highly emotional, she will fell unconscious. I gave an injection to her. Nothing to worry, within one hour she will come into conscious,” the doctor said and left.
I made her sleep in my lap. After one hour, she opened her eyes.
“Shourya,” she shouted, and I hugged her tightly.
She looked at me and started crying.
“Diya, please, I am sorry for being angry at you. I will never shout at you again. Don’t cry. Your tears hurt me very badly,” I said and wiped her tears and hugged her from the side.
“I am sorry, Shourya. I will tell my past to you. You are right in scolding me for not saying about me, but please don’t be angry at me. I promise I didn’t do anything wrong. I am not a prostitute; still, I am a virgin. If you have doubt, I am ready for any medical tests” she said, looking at my face.
“Shut up. What do you think about me, Diya? I trust you completely. Tests are not at all necessary. Your words are enough for me to trust you. I am just angry with you because I can’t bear someone talking like that about my wife. If I know the truth, I can strongly confront such brutes and save you. That’s the reason I shouted at you. Not because I doubt you” I said
slowly.
I hugged her to my chest as she is so precious to me. I placed a few kisses on her forehead and cheeks to confirm that I am not angry at her.
“Shourya, I am ready to bear your angry too. Scold me or punish me if I do anything wrong but please don’t leave me alone like this,” she said slowly.
“I am sorry, my baby. I never thought to leave you.”
“But you said you would take another room leaving me alone here at an unknown place.”
“Yes, but I said it just in anger. Do you think that I will do something like that? I won’t have any thought of doing so. I never leave you Diya. It’s upto you to say your past or not, but I won’t leave you whatever you choose to do. I love you, sweety.”
“I love you,” Diya said and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and glared at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Don’t you know to kiss when your wife says I love you?” Diya asked, pouting.
“Oh so now my wife needs a kiss. Does she want only one kiss or? However, I can’t stop with one kiss unless I shower my whole love on her with lots of kisses” I said, and she blushed.
She tried to get out of my grip, but I held her tight and started kissing her, making her blush and smile with my every kiss. Finally, she is in my arms, smiling and peaceful.
“Shourya, tomorrow I will tell you about my past.”
“Your wish Diya. Don’t tell your past to me as I forced you to say. Tell me only if you are ready to say.”
“I am ready to say it to you. I trust you, Shourya. I didn’t want you to get hurt when someone comments about me. You are my husband, and I have no one to share all my pain except you. I hope you will love me in the same way as you love me now.”
“Sweetheart, I love you forever. There will be no change in my love even after knowing your past.”
“You will become angry very often,” she said, hugging me and pouting.
“Sorry baby. From many years, I left family and friends. I am habituated to be strict and angry. After our marriage, I came back into relationships. From now, whatever happens even if you do wrong, I won’t scold you. I will explain it to you softly. I will control my anger for you. But on one condition.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t cry. If you cry, I will become angry instantly as I hate your tears,” I said, pulling Diya more close to me.
“Ok, I won’t cry from now. Shourya, you said you would not scold me. Are you not going to scold me even if I drink?” She asked, shocking me.
Hearing that, I remembered seeing her close to someone else. I want to punish her showering my love to the extent where she gives complete control of her to me. Once she agrees to move to the next level, definitely she will be awarded her punishment through sweet torture.
“Shourya, tell me,” she asked again.
I looked at her.
“Try it, baby, and you will know what will be your sweet punishment.”
I said, and seeing desire mixed with anger in my eyes, she gulped.
“I won’t drink,” Diya replied, and I smiled at her.
“Why do you take that so seriously about drinking? You are so generous regarding my work, parties, dress and everything.”
“Sweetheart, it’s too late, sleep now,” I said, cutting the topic.
How can I say that my problem is not with alcohol but with her instability after having a drink? She can’t confront a guy from moving close to her if she was drunk. If she is conscious, she never let anyone misbehave with her and hence those b*st*rds take advantage when she was drunk.
Diya suddenly moved out of my arms and held both my hands.
“I am sorry, Shourya. I watched the party video and understood what made you so angry on that day. I know seeing your wife close to someone else is so disgusting. I promise I never drink and I never let anyone take advantage of me,” Diya said, slowly looking into my eyes.
“Ok but what about that thing already happened?”
“You gave me assignments for four days, right?”
“That’s for drinking. I am asking about giving an advantage to someone?”
She thought for a few minutes.
“Anything you decide.”
“Give me the same love and trust which I gave you,” I said, taking her into my arms again.
“God, you scared me. I thought you were serious regarding that issue.”
“Not at all because you were unconscious. So, I can’t blame you. Diya, do you want to taste wine?” I asked her.
She gave a shocking expression.
“No, no. I am not habituated to take wine. On that day, I just took it unknowingly and…. ”
“Diya, cool. I didn’t mean you are a drunkard. But, if you have any wish to taste the wine, You can taste it but only once that too in my presence. I want to fulfil your every wish,” I said, and she opened her mouth.
“Are you sure that you have no objection if I take a drink?”
“No, so you want to taste it, right. Tomorrow I will make you taste wine in our room. But just once. I repeat once,” I said in a serious tone.
She nodded. If I say her not to taste, she may try without my notice. But, if I allow her to drink once in my presence, her attraction towards wine will go off. If not, I have my ways to stop her. I know to give her full freedom along with restricting little bit wherever and whenever necessary. However, everything only for her.