Diya PoV:
I gave myself to him with love. After four days, we returned home. Mom was so happy to know that I accepted Shourya entirely, and now we are a real couple. She is waiting eagerly for me to get conceived, but it won’t happen so soon. Because Shourya decided to take time for the child and he told me not to say this to mom and dad. He said that I should completely adjust in his family and know him well before taking another responsibility. However, I too want to become a mom soon, but I can’t say to him directly. Already I am adapted to this family. Eight months are quite enough to understand a person and his family.
After returning from Malaysia, he became so busy with his duty. He is coming very late to home, and I am sleeping by that time as he ordered me not to be awake at late nights waiting for him. I know him caressing my hairs and kissing me on the forehead every day as soon as he returns home. I didn’t open my eyes because I know he will start his class if he knew that I am waiting for him without sleeping. But, how can I sleep without checking whether he is having his dinner or not? Morning, I will be busy in supervising the works of maids as I can’t trust them entirely that they will do work on time. But, Shourya asked me to relax and not to stress myself as I will be busy with my profession. Anyways my problem is we are spending very less time with each other these days.
Shourya came late at midnight and slept on a bed without even removing his shoes or uniform. I got up and tried removing his boots.
“Tired?” I asked him, and he smiled, looking at me taking away his feet.
“Till now but not now after seeing your face. Your smile had the power to remove my tiredness. Come here, sweetheart,” Shourya said, opening his arms.
“Acha, so sweet. But, if you can help your wife to sleep comfortably when she is tired, why can’t I help my husband when he is tired?” I said, and removed his shoes and watch.
“Go and get fresh. I will bring dinner for you,” I said, keeping his night tracks on the table but he held my hand.
“Didn’t I tell you not to wait for me and sleep on time? You are not at all listening to me these days Diya,” Shourya said, glaring at me.
“What happens if I sleep late?”
“Your health will get spoiled.”
“Then didn’t your health spoil if you are awake until now.”
“Diya, it’s my duty.”
“This is also my duty to take care of my husband,” I said in the same way he spoke.
“I can’t argue with you. You are too smart. But my dear darling, I have only one work, i. e. to save public which is my profession. But in your case, you handle many works like your profession, household works, taking care of mom and dad, caring for me etc. You need more rest as you will get more tired with many works. So you must take food on time and sleep on time,” he said slowly.
“Ok now don’t start your lecture, please I am already sleepy, and you are tired,” I mocked yawning, and he looked at me with a smile for my action.
We had dinner, and next minute he laid on the bed. I think he is exhausted. But Shourya never feels tired as he loves his profession. I laid beside him.
“Shourya, I want to tell you something. Tomorrow I am going on some string operation. I can’t come home for two days. I don’t know how mom and dad will react if I say that I will be not at home for two days,” I asked him.
“Don’t worry; I will manage. Let’s see whether they will understand or not. If they didn’t, I would plan something. You no need to get tensed. Focus only on your mission.”
“Thank you.”
“Is it risky?” he asked, and I know he will be scared about me, whenever I go out to collect any proofs.
“Yes, it’s a government hospital, and staff are suppling fake medicines with the label of certified companies. It’s killing many people. In the same hospital, there is a blood bank too. They are selling blood in the market, and they filled the blood packets, adding 75% of glucose and 25% of blood. When we inject this blood into the bodies of patients, they won’t recover as they won’t get the correct percentage of blood and patients are dying. I want to bring this truth out and get them arrested,” I said, and Shourya looked at me.
“Diya, this is very risky. I am sure many officials involved in this scam.”
“Do you mean I should get scared of them? No way. I am a journalist, and I will do my best to bring out the truths hidden in the dark. I am ready to sacrifice my life in the process of bringing out these truths,” I said very seriously.
“I didn’t ask you to get scared of them. I never ask you to fear for criminals. Because good and justice should never get frightened of criminals and bad. Just be careful and remember I love you a lot. You should live for me, and you have no right to sacrifice your life because it’s mine and not your’s alone.”
“I will be careful, Shourya. Don’t worry. Your wife is brave, bold and wise too. She always has her ways to handle any case,” I said confidently.
“Ok baby, I agree that my wife is so brave and bold, but I doubt whether she is wise,” he said, and I glared at him.
“Ya sometimes I too doubt that because if I am wise why will I marry a mad person?”
“Mad person? Hmm, of course, mad people will think everyone are mad. I understand,” he said again.
I took the pillow and started beating him.
“See, you are proving my words now.”
“You,” I beat him continuously.
He caught my wrist and pulled me, making me fall on him. He looked at me and kissed on my forehead.
“Angry baby.”
“No, I am not,” I pouted playing with his shirt by placing my head on his chest.
“You are wise but remember criminals are cunning. So, please take care of yourself. You are my life, Diya. I was so worried about my didi, who is a journalist. She used to take the risk as you do. She was dead, unfortunately, and I am not with her to save her at that time. I want to save at least you.”
“Do you have didi? I didn’t see her photos anywhere in our home. What is her name?”
“I have a didi. After her death, I was depressed and left family as I have a lot of memories with her and my friends in this home. Mom and dad removed her pictures as I feel bad when I see those pictures. However, removing pictures can never make me forget my didi. I will tell her name when the time comes. But till then don’t try to find out by yourself. I am serious about that,” he warned me.
But why? Why shouldn’t I know about his didi? Anyways it’s better to leave it than becoming a victim of his anger. He will be very loving all the time, but if I do anything that he hates, he won’t take it easy. He will surely be angry and punishes me till I regret doing it. I have a good experience. I remembered him grounding me strictly by making me do assignments given by him for four days. I never forget it.
“Should I say sorry to make you forget that?” He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Did I say that out? Damn it.
“You didn’t, sweetheart. But I can understand even your silence and hear every word your heart says,” he said.
“Diya, Forget that incident. I shouldn’t have done that with you. Seeing you as a mess in a night club made me super angry. So, I made you suffer, but I have no right to punish you. You are not a kid, and you know what’s wrong and right. You can make your choice. I never have any intention of dominating you. I just behaved wrongly due to extreme possessiveness and uncontrollable anger. But don’t think that I will behave like that again. Never. If you want to follow my words, it should be due to respect and love on me but not because of fear. I quit smoking from the day you said because I love and respect you not because of fear,” he said softly.
“I love you, Shourya and I am happy to be your wife. I never felt that you are dominating me. It’s not fear that makes me obey your words. It’s love and respect I had towards you. If you ask me to do something or stop me from doing something, it will be definitely for my sake and not show your control over me. I can understand you,” I said, hugging him.