Next day, Shourya dropped me at the office. Mom and dad understood that I am going on a mission, and they have no objections. Sometimes I feel I am fortunate to have such a supportive and understanding family. I firmly believe that the success of any person depends on the support lent by their family. Of course, many may not agree with me as they trust their capabilities.
I went to the hospital, disguising myself as an illiterate villager wearing a tribal dress who is suffering from typhoid. I had my tricks to increase the body temperature, not to get caught through the thermometer. I went to the cabin of a general physician who is on duty at the hospital.
“Wait girl, you can’t go directly inside the cabin,” attendee stopped me.
“I took this out patient chit from reception,” I said groaning.
“That’s not enough to meet the doctor. You need to give something to me,” he said, and I gave a tight slap to him.
“Aah sister, I mean this doctor won’t treat patients without fees. You should pay 50 rupees,” he said
“Oh ok,” I said and gave the money to him.
I went inside the cabin, and the doctor prescribed medicines on OP chit. I went to the pharmacy at the hospital. They gave tablets to me. I took them, and then we messaged the Unique Identification Number of the pills to 9901099010 to check whether tablets are fake or authentic. All the tablets were proved fake. Everything was recorded through the lens which we inserted in the mirror of my dress which no one can notice.
I am in a hotel room near the hospital planning for next day and Shourya called me at 11 pm.
“Hello IPS ji.”
“How are you Diya? Is everything ok? Are you safe?”
“I am safe, that’s the reason I am talking to you, my dear husband. If I am unsafe how can I speak to you?” I said naughtily.
“You are talking too much these days. I think I should contain you from too much speaking?”
“Really? Won’t you feel bore and uneasy if I sit quiet? After all only for your sake, I am speaking too much.”
“Acha, I know how to stop you from speaking. One deep kiss is more than enough” he said, making me blush.
“Shourya” I shouted at him.
“Ok ok, did you have your dinner?”
“Yes and you?”
“I had my dinner but my only problem is missing you baby. 2 days are very long time. How can I stay without seeing you?” He said mocking a kid.
“Enough now, I will return by tomorrow aftnoon itself as plan A was successful.”
“Oh that’s great, congrats and all the best my dear wife. Now it’s time for you to sleep. You might be tired in journey and planning. Good night, take care Diya, Love you.”
“Thank you. Good night Shourya. I will call you as soon as I return to city, Love you too” I said disconnecting the call.
My team came to my room. I am already sleepy. However, they came inside my room and started chit-chatting with me. One of my team members brought a wine bottle with them.
“Diya have it yaar, you will sleep peacefully without tiredness,” Sanjana said irritatingly.
“You all knew well. I won’t take wine.”
“Arey come on yaar. You had already tasted it on Merika’s birthday.”
“You guys spiked my drink. I didn’t taste it. Anyways, I don’t drink. If you guys leave my room, I will sleep”
“Diya, it’s ladies drink, you can have it,” my another colleague Shivaja said giving me a glass.
“No way. I don’t like it. Even Shourya don’t drink” I said
“Oh, so is it your husband’s order to stay away from wine?” Sanju teased me
“Take it yaar, how will your husband know that you took drink? No one says to him”
“He may not know, but I will know what I am doing. I can’t cheat my husband by doing those things which he hates.”
“Are you scared of him, Diya?”
“Scared of him? In my relationship with Shourya, I never know what is fear. We love each other and respect each other. Shourya never orders me to do anything or not to do anything. He gives me a lot of freedom and he trusts me. I never want to break his trust on me. If I really like night parties or wine, he will allow me to enjoy those too but not before assuring my safety. He loves me so much and he always keeps me happy,” I said, remembering him and his love.
“Ohoo, our Diya has fallen totally for that strict, harsh and emotionless IPS Officer” my friends teased me.
Strict?? I agree. He is s bit strict but not too strict to bear. Harsh?? No way, he is so sweet. He is not emotionless but pretends as if he is emotionless before the world. But, I know how sensitive he is.
“He is not harsh or emotionless. He is sweet and loving,” I said as if I am warning them not to say any word against my Shourya.
“Offo, ok my dear Diya, we understood how much you love IPS ji. We are not going to say anything against him,” they said, smiling.
Just then my mobile rang, and it’s again, my husband. My friends went leaving my room. I received his call.
“Did you remember me by any chance my dear wife?”
“No, Actually I am sleeping. I think you remembered me. Of course, you are loving me from 7 years, so I think you are missing me a lot. I just accepted you as you are my husband. So, I don’t think I will miss you that much” I said slowly to tease him.
“What did you say? Do you mean still you are not loving me and just accepted me as your husband?”
“Yes,” I said, stopping my smile.
“Don’t you love me, Diya?”
“No,” I said, and he disconnected the call.
Shut, did he take my words seriously? I am just kidding. I hope he didn’t get hurt because of my stupidity. I called him, but he didn’t receive my call and then switched off his mobile. God, I think he got hurt. I love him a lot. I have already fallen for him completely. Tomorrow I will give a sweet to my husband for hurting him. Sorry, my dear husband, for teasing you.
Next day I changed my attire as a poor girl, and my team member Avishekh acted as if he met with an accident. We planned the scene as if he was injured deeply by using fake blood etc. I took him to the hospital. We admitted him in hospital and doctor cleaned injury and kept blood to inject to him and went off. They were unable to find that it’s am fake accident because of a few arrangements we made. As soon as staff and doctor went off, I sighed Avishekh, and he got up taking away the blood packet. We tried to escape from there, but unfortunately, ward boy saw us.
We tried escaping, and they followed us. One of the ward boys caught me, but I escaped by kicking him with my knee in his abdomen, and I ran away. We recorded this too as the lens was attached into the stone of my hangings. These hangings were made specially by me to capture illegal activities without anyone’s notice. Our team was waiting outside in a car, and we escaped safely and reached the studio.
We played all the scenes we captured. We completed editing works and setting the program. As I am the head of the team, I stayed there till 8 pm to check how the program was telecasted. After telecasting everything with proofs, I went home taking a copy of the video with me. I never trust anyone, and I always keep a copy of every mission that went successful. It’s necessary until culprits were punished.
Shourya didn’t arrive. I got fresh up as soon as possible and wore a red sari which was his favourite colour. Now, I need to cool my angry husband. Whenever I try teasing him, it will end up me requesting him. I went to the kitchen to prepare his favourite dishes.
“Diya, go and take rest. You no need to do anything. You might be tired” mom said.
“No mom, please I will prepare food today,” I said and prepared everything for him.
He came home at 11 pm. He looked at me but didn’t say anything. He got fresh and came out.
“Dinner,” I said, and he nodded.
Silent treatment. God, how to make him talk? I served food, and he noticed that I prepared his favourite dishes. He had food and went to the balcony.
“Shourya, please listen,” I am about to say, and mom shouted our names from the hall.
We ran to the hall. I got shocked seeing the news about me, my past and that day where I was in a night club with a guy. It’s news abusing my character. My eyes filled with tears. How will mom and dad react now? Of course, Shourya knows everything, but mom and dad didn’t know anything.
“Diya, don’t cry. It’s just the reaction for your string operation on health scam going in hospital. I know how to deal with it. Don’t panic” Shourya said, but I looked at mom and dad who were in shock and angry at me.
How can I explain them and make them believe me that I am not a prostitute and I didn’t do anything wrong?