Diya PoV:
I went home and called him.
“Diya, tell me?”
“Where are you?”
“I… I am at my office, sweetheart. Have your dinner and sleep. I will come home early in the morning. I have some work.”
“Ok, bye,” I said and was about to disconnect the call.
“Diya, wait. Are you crying?”
“No.”
“Are you ok, Diya?”
“Ya.”
“Ok then bye,” Shourya said and disconnected the call.
Who is that girl? Why is he lying to me? If he didn’t do wrong, why is he lying to me?
“Diya, come for dinner,” mom said to me.
“Mom, I am not hungry,” I said
“Why, baby?” I heard his voice and mom turned back, and I saw him standing them.
“Mom, don’t worry I will bring her for dinner.”
“Ok but Shourya, you said you will be coming tomorrow morning, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I didn’t feel to stay at office. So, I came home.”
“Ok. You both come for dinner,” mom said and went downstairs.
Shourya came to me and held my wrist. He made me sit on the bed. He cupped my face.
“What happened to you, sweet heart? Why are you not hungry?”
“Nothing. Why did you come back to home from office. You are very busy at office, right?” I said sarcastically.
“What do you mean, Diya? I feel you are talking with another meaning. Do you mean I am going to office without any work? Listening your dull voice, I left my work and handed over it to my subordinate. I came here for you but you are talking recklessly. Tell me what happened to you.”
“Nothing. I just mean what I said. I said that you are very busy at work and why did you come to home running, leaving all those works.”
“Because you are more important to me than anything. How could I be away from you knowing that you are upset? I know you are so worried about prediction. So, I thought I should stay with you today, so that I can lessen your worry,” Shourya said, making me sit on his lap.
He kissed my cheek, hugging me tightly from the back as I am in his lap.
“Leave me Shourya. Why will you always try romancing irrespective of my mood. Did you marry me only for this? Don’t touch me,” I yelled at him, and the next second, I found him leaving his grip on me.
What did I say? Did I ask him not to touch me? God, what happened to me? Why did I speak that harshly knowing about him? He never touches me with desire or lust. He always tries to make me feel his love. How can I be that rude?
“Shourya, I am sorry,” I said.
“No need, Diya. I don’t know that my touch is creating disgusting feeling in you. I will stay away from you from this minute. I am sorry for troubling you,” he said and left the room.
I noticed water drops at the corner of his eyes. Shit, all the bullshit entered into my mind. I am really so stupid to hurt him.
Maid called for dinner, and I went downstairs. We had dinner calmly. He came to the room and sat on his chair, checking the case file.
“Shourya,” I said, slowly standing infront of him.
“Tell me, Diya,” he said, still looking at the file.
“I.. I.. am.. Really.. Sorry.. For.. Talking.. Like that,” I said, scared of him.
He looked at me and smiled.
“It’s ok. I think your mood is not good today. Take rest, you will be fine.”
“I want to go out.”
“What? Now? It’s too late, Diya.”
“Please, Shourya, can you please take me out?”
“Ok fine. If you feel your mood will be ok by going on a drive now, I won’t say no. Go and get ready,” he said.
I wore a saree and went down to the car. He didn’t give his hand to get into the car. I stood near the car without getting in.
“Get in, Diya,” he said softly, but I know my words hurt him.
“I can’t get in by myself. Help me to get in,” I said, asking for his hand.
He looked at me. He helped me to get in by holding my hand. I sat inside and leaned on his shoulder. I didn’t know why, but I want to cry, hugging him. I want this relationship to stay forever.
“Where you want to go?”
“Anywhere you like.”
“Ok, let’s go for a long drive. If you want to stop, tell me.”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to down the car top to make it a open top jeep?”
“Yes please.”
I enjoyed the open-top jeep long drive. Without intention, I went into a deep sleep.
“Diya, get down,” he said.
I think we returned home. He helped me to get down without asking. I got down and looked around.
“It’s not our home,” I said.
“But the place where you will get peace,” he said and held my hand.
He took me to the same apartment where he went when I followed him. He took me to a flat and knocked on the door. That same girl who hugged him opened the door. He took me inside.
“Sorry for disturbing you at wrong time,” Shourya said, and the girl smiled.
“It’s ok bhaiya, doesn’t matter. I don’t think you should check time to visit your sister,” she said, giving me a shock.
I looked at him.
“She is my wife Diya. Diya, this is Nandika, my sister. I mean Rajeev’s real sister.”
Did he notice me following him? Maybe.
“Diya bhabhi, oh my god, I am very happy to see you. Shourya bhaiya used to eat our brains during college days talking about you. Ranveer and Rajeev bhaiya used to tease him,” she said as if she was so excited to see me.
Does she know that I killed her brother? She will surely hate me if she knew that Rajeev was killed by me.
“Hello,” I said slowly.
“Ok Nandu, we will go home. Your bhabhi wants to see you, so I brought her here. We will spend time with you another day,” he said, and we went home.
“Are you happy now? I know you followed me in the evening. But Diya, if you have any doubt, ask me frankly. No need to worry yourself.”
“I am sorry.”
“No problem. Don’t do it again. I trust you completely Diya and I expect same trust from you too,” he said, looking into my eyes.
This doubt was clarified, but what about Poornima???