Diya PoV:
I took leave at the office to care for Shourya until he recovers completely. I opened his medical file to see the medicines and diet prescribed. I went to prepare breakfast. Now I need to cook three types of breakfast because Shourya’s diet should be different.
“Madam, we will prepare breakfast. Just tell us what to do,” the cook asked me.
“You prepare dosa and chutney for me and mom. I will prepare breakfast for dad and Shourya,” I said.
I cleaned my hands neatly and vessels once again to prepare a salad for him. I prepared ragi malt for dad.
I set the table and called mom and dad for breakfast. Shourya too said he would have breakfast with mom and dad as he didn’t want to have it alone. I made him sit in the wheelchair and brought him to the dining table very carefully. I served breakfast to them, and I too joined them.
“Diya, aren’t you going to office today?” Mom asked.
“No, mom, I took leave. I will stay at home until Shourya recovers,” I said, and mom smiled.
“What about your prayer?” Mom asked me.
Shourya smiled, looking at me.
“Mom, actually I told her to do her vrath after my recovery for 40 days,” he said smirking.
40 days???? Staying away from him and fasting? Both are very difficult. Especially the first one.
“What?” I asked shockingly to which mom, dad and Shourya laughed at me.
“Diya, you will bring only luck to our home. Only after your marriage, Shourya came to us. You gave only happiness and love to our family. Never allow any negative thoughts into your mind anymore,” mom said
I looked at Shourya. I know it’s he who said this to mom and dad. He smiled, holding my hand softly. I fed him slowly with my hands. I made him sleep on the bed.
I started feeding him the proper diet and medicines on time. Fifteen days passed by, and I hope he will recover soon. I can’t see him on the bed like that. I miss his love and naughtiness.
“Is my baby thinking about me? Why is she dull?” Shourya asked me.
“I love you,” I said pouting.
“Why are you on bed like this? I didn’t like it” I said, and he smiled at me.
“Only when I am on the bed, I will know how much my wife loves and cares for me, that’s why I am enjoying this too,” he said, smiling.
“If you want to see my love or care, you no need to stay on bed. I love you so much and I will show it in everything I do,” I said.
“I love you, Diya. Don’t ever try to avoid me again. I really don’t like that,” he said.
My phone started ringing. It’s from an unknown number.
“Who is it?” Shourya asked.
“I don’t know, unknown number,” I replied.
I went to the balcony and received the call.
“Hello.”
“Hello, is this Diya madam, wife of DCP Shourya?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Madam, I am constable Ramu. I work under Shourya sir. I want to say one important matter to you. Please madam, can you please meet me once without saying to Shourya sir.”
“But why should I hide meeting you from Shourya?”
“Because sir shouldn’t know this,” he said.
“Ok, I will meet you in Durga mata temple in my colony within one hour.”
“Ok madam, thank you.”
I disconnected the call and came to Shourya.
“Who is that?”
“Someone called me saying they want to say something important to me regarding a case which I am dealing with as a journalist,” I lied.
I hate lying to Shourya. Because I feel as his wife, I must be truthful to him forever to avoid conflicts. I didn’t like to lose his trust.
“Hmm, you are lying,” he said, shocking me.
He knows everything about me. Even if I lie, he will identify it quickly. I bent my head for lying to him.
“I told you many times, Diya, you should never ever lie to me. This is my last warning,” he said very seriously.
“I am sorr…….. ”
“Don’t,” he said very seriously.
“Are you going anywhere now?”
“Yes.”
“Go but you are not allowed to talk to me for two days for lying to me,” he said.
“Shourya, please….”
“Don’t talk and increase my anger,” he said.
I nodded and got ready in formals. Shourya becomes angry instantly. Now because of that stupid phone call, I shouldn’t talk to him for two days. Damn it; I hate this punishment. I went to the room and set a small table beside him with tablets, snacks and water. I kept his mobile on the table, and he looked at me. I took a paper and pen.
“My dear angry husband,
I am going out but will come as soon as possible. I kept your tablets, food and water on the table. Call maid or me if anything necessary as I kept mobile near to you.
Your innocent wife.”
I gave that paper to him. He read and nodded. I went to the temple, and a person of 25 years came to me.
“Diya madam, I am Ramu.”
“Ok tell me what’s the matter?”
“Madam, Shourya sir was not shot by terrorists on that day. He was shot by someone else.”
“What? Who is that?” I asked angrily.
“Madam, it’s Home Minister Ranveer,” He said shocking me.
“What the hell are you talking? Ranveer never do so,” I shouted at him.
“Madam, you can’t trust me but please watch video footage. There is a CC camera opposite to that apartment where residents were held captives.”
I watched the video. There Shourya is trying to free the public from terrorists, and Ranveer shot three bullets on Shourya from back on the shoulder. I didn’t understand anything. Why did Ranveer shoot him? Shourya is his best friend.
I didn’t say anything to Ramu and went to Ranveer’s house. Ala and Ranveer are in the hall.
“Hey Diya, come in. How is Shourya?” Ranveer asked, seeing me.
I glared at him and then slapped him. How can he shoot Shourya?