Shourya PoV:
We shifted to the honeymoon suite, and it was romantically decorated already with rose petals, candles and perfume, which makes me mad for her. I went to her and pinned her to the wall. I placed a kiss on the corner of her most attracting lips.
“I will take a shower first, please,” she said.
“You never fail in making me wait for you,” I said and moved away from her.
“Just a few more minutes,” Diya said,
I waited for you for seven years. Can’t I wait for a few more minutes?” I said and pecked her lips once more.
She went for a shower and then came out in the saree which I choosed. I am starring at her, and she is getting ready. She is already so beautiful, and I don’t think to make up, and jewellery are necessary. I never thought that this day would come in my life where my love will be my wife, and she loves me a lot.
She came to me with milk glass. I looked at her hand to take milk, but her hand was shivering. Is she scared? I think I shouldn’t be fast; first I should free her from nervousness. However, I know I can’t remove her fear entirely, but at least I can cool her a bit. I took milk glass from her and kept it on the table.
She immediately bent to touch my feet making me uncomfortable. I took away my feet, and she looked at me shockingly.
“What is this Diya? Get up first,” I almost shouted at her but not with anger, but with a kind of shock.
I hate this kind of things. I want to be a good friend to her, not a typical husband. Diya got up and looked at me as if she was shocked.
“Mom told this is our tradition. Mom told to take your blessings,” Diya said, biting her lip and touching her left fist with the right hand as if she is uncomfortable.
“Sweetheart, I am not God, not even elder to bless you. Please sit beside me” I said, showing place beside me on the bed.
Diya sat beside me. I held her shivering hands.
“Why are you behaving as if we are a newlywed couple? Already more than eight months were passed,” I said, making her look at me.
“This thing of taking our relationship further making me little bit scared Shourya and as you know, I don’t have mom to discuss this. Friends are talking weirdly, making me more confused. I don’t know how to cope up with this situation,” Diya said, pouting.
Oh, so my baby is scared because of this occasion. No problem. Because she may not have mom or friends to help, but I am her best friend, and I will aid her to cope up with any situation.
“Diya, you no need to do anything as per our old traditions. Look Diya; I don’t like stupid customs like touching my feet etc. Your place is in my heart, and you stay there forever. Till now, I tried to be a friend to you.
Our relationship started with friendship, love, and now we are becoming a couple. Don’t scare Diya. I won’t hurt you. Drink this milk and make it sweeter with your love,” I said, smiling and softly.
“Mom told to me that you should have it first,” Diya said innocently.
She is too nervous. I know she is courageous, but maybe every girl feels shy at this time.
“I am telling you that you should have milk first and then I will take it because let me start giving priority to you over me from here itself,” I said, keeping glass near her lips.
She sipped the milk, and then I too drank it. I made her lie on the bed, and I also laid beside her. She is looking at the roof but not me.
“Diya, look at me,” I said, and she looked at me but again bent her eyes.
“Excuse me miss, did you see my wife, Diya?” I asked her, and she glared at me.
“She went for a shower and didn’t return till now. Where is she?”I asked, teasing her.
“I am Diya,” she said.
“Ok, glad to meet you. I am searching for my wife.”
“Stop it Shourya, I am your wife Diya,” she said.
“Really? But my wife is a mixture of courage, naughtiness and anger. But you are so nervous and shy, so how can I believe you are my wife?”
“I am your wife, but I feel shy now. I am nervous because unknown fear is occupying me” she said slowly.
“Don’t worry Diya. I love you, and this is another way of showing uncontrollable love on my sweet wife. At any point, if you want to stop me, please tell me. I can understand your nervousness and shy. It’s common for every girl who married newly. But, you know well that I am your husband and I have every right on you. I love you, my sweetheart,” I said, kissing her eyes.
I kissed her cheeks and went to her neck. I buried my head into her neck, smelling her fragrance which makes me go crazy. I kissed her throat.
“Shouryaaa,” she said as a whisper when I touched her belly drawing patterns.
I looked at her, and she smiled. I unpinned her sari from the blouse and kissed her cleavage. I opened knots of her blouse, and she closed her eyes. I kissed her treasures, making her clutch the bedsheet. Then she slowly passed her hands through my hairs. She kissed my hairs.
I placed wet kisses throughout her body, and she is responding to my every kiss. I finally made her mine entirely. Now she is all mine through heart, soul and body. I made love to her. Not as a formality but through the heart. It’s love driven by the soul to make two hearts together forever.
I saw a mark on her back which remembered me the cruel acts of Rajeev. I never knew Rajeev was that kind of person who tortures a girl to fulfil his wish. My Diya faced a lot of pain, all alone. Thank God atleast Ranveer was with her to help to some extent. I pulled Diya close to me.
“Diya, forget your past completely from today. Never let that affect your present happiness. We should remember only the things which give happiness to us and not sorrow. Now you are not alone. I am with you, and our family is with you. You had everyone. So, be happy and tell me whatever you want. I am ready to give anything to you to see your beautiful smile.”
“I love you, Shourya. I don’t want anything except you and your love” she said with a smile.
She slept in my arms peacefully. I didn’t sleep as she left me confused saying her past. I never knew Chitra didi (elder sister) was murdered. Mom, dad and even Ranveer lied to me saying she was dead in an accident. Chitra di stayed in the hostel as Diya’s roommate just for me. She may be my sister, but she always behaved as my mom. I used to share every little thing with her. I missed her a lot after her death.
What happened to didi? Who killed her, and why? Whoever it might be, I am not going to leave them unless they get their deserved punishment. Didi, as your brother, I promise you that I won’t leave that murderer. I promise you Diya that I won’t leave anyone including that minister who suffered you a lot. I will end the game started by them. I promise you both that I will never leave those culprits who killed my didi and tortured my wife for their selfish motives.