Shourya PoV:
After keeping a few constables to spy on that girls’ hostel to find any clue, I went home at night. Diya served food to me.
“Did you have dinner, Diya?”
“Ha,” she gave just one-word answer.
For a few days, she is behaving weirdly. Sometimes her words and actions are hurting me. What happened to her? I tried to find if anything is bothering her, but she didn’t answer me. I am not at all comfortable with her too much silence.
We slept in bed. I tried to be romantic to change her mood and find out the truth behind her moodiness. I slowly passed my fingers across her back as she is not facing me. I then placed my lips over there.
“Stop it, Shourya. I want to sleep. I am so tired,” she yelled at me.
Her shouting hurt me. I clutched my fist, but I didn’t show my feelings to her. I took her into my arms and tugged her hairs behind her ears, which were making her beautiful face invisible.
“What happen to you baby? Why are you avoiding me? By any chance, did I hurt you?” I asked, cupping her face.
She didn’t reply; instead averted her gaze from me.
“Sweet heart, how can I understand if you didn’t say your problem to me? Tell me what’s bothering you?”
“Nothing,” she said, seriously pushing me away.
“Diya, now I am asking you seriously. Tell me the reason behind your stupid behaviour. Why are you hurting me?”
“You should know that better Mr Shourya. My behavior is not stupid. It’s you who is behaving as a womaniser and spoiling the life of every girl,” she said, suddenly making me angry.
I made her look at me, forcefully.
“What did you say? Say it again,” I shouted at her in a most dangerous tone.
“I didn’t say anything wrong. You spoiled Poornima’s life and married me. You destroyed lives of me and poornima.”
“Poornima? Who is she?” I asked as I never heard that name till now.
She took her mobile and gave it to me.
“Watch this video.”
I took the mobile to watch, and in the video, I am proposing to a girl. Seeing that girl’s face, I remembered the past.
But how did Diya knew this? I tried to delete the video, but she snatched the mobile from me.
“Don’t be too smart, DCP Shourya. I know this is another side of you,” she said.
Diya PoV:
I snatched the mobile from him as I found him deleting the video. If it’s not true, why is he bothered to delete it?
“Diya, it’s not what you are thinking,” Shourya said.
“Really? Just tell me one thing Shourya, did you propose her or not?”
“Yes, Diya, I proposed Poornima but.. ”
“Enough, I don’t think there is anything remained between us to talk,” I said.
“Yes. You are right, Diya. There is nothing to talk anymore. Because I never have a habit of explaining things to the one who don’t trust me,” he said and went off taking his vehicle keys.
I sat on the floor, crying. How could Shourya cheat me? He is on his knees in that video, proposing to a girl with red roses bouquet in his hand. There is a sweet smile on his face. He proposed, and that girl hugged him, to which he responded. If he loves someone else, why didn’t he say that to me? Why he lied to me, saying I am the only one whom he loved in his life?
Shourya PoV:
I started my vehicle and went out angrily. I got a call from constables who are spying on that girls’ hostel. I received the call and went to the hostel. We arrested the warden secretly and took him to the station.
“Tell me how can someone enter into hostel without your notice? Why didn’t you inform us till afternoon though murder was held at early morning,” I asked the warden.
“Sir, I don’t know anything. It’s your duty to find out the criminal. But to mask your incapability, you arrested me secretly to involve me illegally into the case,” he said.
I punched him in the stomach.
“B*st*rd, we have all proofs against you. Now stop acting and tell me the truth,” I said, beating him.
My team got shocked by my unparliamentary language as I never used it till today. I want to remove the myth that police use slang very often. But because of my anger at Diya, I used such unnecessary language. I am beating him continuously, and my team stopped me.
“Sir, he will die,” they said.
“Tell me the truth or I will kill you today,” I warned him seriously.
“Sir, I.. I.. Gave Hostel.. Gate keys.. To Anand,” he spilled out the truth.
“Who is Anand?”
“Sir, he loved Sanjana (the victim name who was murdered). He used to follow her every day, but she refused to love him. Once as he misbehaved, she slapped him. From that day, he developed a grudge against her.
He stays in the opposite flat to our hostel. He used to observe Sanjana’s every action through binocular. He approached me and gave one lakh to me to provide the hostel gate key to him. I gave access to him. On that day, as usual, Sanjana came out of her room to the washroom to bathe.
He hit her on the head from the back. Immediately his friend closed her mouth to stop shouting. She has fallen on the ground, but he didn’t stop hitting her. She died, and they escaped from there. He fled to Bangalore, and till then, I waited to inform you,” he said everything.
“Record his written statement too and then take Anand’s details. Take his phone number and trace the permanent address from ID proof like ration card, aadhaar etc he submitted for sim connection. Keep informing me from time to time. Submit him to court tomorrow,” I said and went home.
Diya is sleeping. I don’t know how to convince and make her understand. She is behaving very foolishly. I laid in bed and slept. In the morning we didn’t talk to each other. She left for the office.
I left for my office, and in the afternoon, the constable asked me to switch on the TV. I switched on the TV and shocked to see the clipping where I was proposing to another girl. They telecasted news saying, “Other Side of DCP Shourya and his affairs.” Seeing the way news telecasted and words used, I understood Diya is behind this.