Shourya PoV:
I watched the whole news. They are showing clippings where I kissed Poornima. They are saying the bullshit regarding Poornima and me.
What the hell it is? When did I get intimate with her, and what is this? I reread the news, which mentioned me as the father of Poornima’s child. Bullshit, how is it possible when I never touched any girl except Diya. How can I be the father of Poornima’s child? After the news, they gave that news is collected by Diya. It means Diya is the one who gave this information to that channel.
I went home. Mom and dad were so tensed. I understood that they watched the news.
“What is this Shourya? How can Diya do this? She insulted our family,” mom said.
“Shourya, you were loving Diya from college days and never showed interest on marriage too. Then who is this Poornima?” dad asked me.
Mom looked at dad.
“Do you mean Shourya is in love with Diya from college days?”
“Yes, Avani. But when Shourya thought to propose her, he didn’t find her. After four years, he found her as a journalist,” dad said to mom.
“Mom and dad, don’t say anything to Diya. I think someone is misguiding her. She is deeply influenced by someone’s words. Let’s wait till she realizes her mistake,” I said and went to the room.
After some time, Diya returned home. I didn’t understand what to say to her. Why is she behaving like that? She is packing her luggage. She took her luggage. Mom saw her leaving home.
“Diya, what is this? Where are you going?”
“I am leaving this house.”
“Diya, Enough now. You have already ruined reputation of this house. Now if you leave this house, it will do more damage to our family. Go inside, Diya.”
“Your son had already ruined reputation of this house by keeping affairs. I am just trying to save life of a girl. I can’t stay here anymore as a wife to Shourya who has no value for women,” she said to mom.
I clenched my fist as I didn’t understand what made her trust Poornima to that extent. Her behavior is hurting me a lot. But still, I didn’t want her to leave the house. I held her wrist.
“Leave my hand before I forget our relationship, Shourya.”
“Do you still remember our relationship? I don’t think so after seeing everything you have done today.”
“I should say that, Shourya. If you really remember our relationship, you would never betray me by keeping affair with Poornima. I have seen all your romantic photos and videos. I enquired her neighbours too. They all said you used to come there very often. Her child was undergone DNA test and it’s proved that you are the father. I took your blood sample without your notice and DNA was matched exactly.”
“Diya, they were not true,” I tried explaining to her.
“Yes everything are false except your words. Enough, Shourya, I am leaving.”
“Diya, once if you leave this house, you will have no place in my heart, life and this house too. Even if you request me after realising the truth, I won’t forgive you,” I said to her seriously to stop her from leaving.
“I never request you nor enter into your house or life again,” she said.
“Diya, please understand me,” I said and held her hand.
“Leave me,” she said, freeing her hand from me and left the house.
“Shourya, relax. She will understand you soon and will come back to you,” mom tried to convince me.
“My relationship with Diya was ended in the moment she left this house. Even if she returns, I am not ready to invite her into my life again,” I said and went to my room.
Diya PoV:
I went to the hostel room. I remembered Shourya. I took his photo from my luggage.
“Why Shourya? Why did you do this to me? I loved you a lot. But you betrayed me. You broken me completely.”
I remembered the videos I watched where Shourya is very close to Poornima. I enquired with her neighbors and Shourya’s colleagues, too, as I didn’t trust videos. Everyone confirmed that they had an affair. His own team said that he used to go to her home very often.
As a last chance, I took Shourya’s blood sample. I gave both his blood and child’s blood, hoping they won’t match. But unfortunately, they both matched exactly, making my head spin. I never expected this.
Even then, I didn’t decide to leave Shourya. But, Poornima committed suicide as she can’t bear words of society blaming her character and seeing her child cheaply. Now she is fine, but what if she does it once again. That’s why I decided to get her married to Shourya. Only then this society will respect her and her child. For my selfishness, I can’t spoil the life of a girl and her child.
The next day I got information that Poornima was doing an agitation along with women association before his station. I went to his station as a journalist as MD asked me to cover the news. Women groups are forcing Shourya to marry Poornima. Tears rolled down my eyes, and suddenly Shourya noticed my presence. Poornima suddenly came to me.
“Didi, please do justice to me. Please, only you can do justice to me. At least for my child, ask Shourya sir to marry me,” Poornima said.
“How can I Poornima? However he will do what he likes,” I said.
“Please didi, if you say he will marry me, please,” she suddenly kept her child on my feet requesting.
I got shocked by her actions, and I immediately took the baby and gave him to her. I went to Shourya, who is glaring at me. I didn’t know why, but I am scared of his anger. Already I left home for her. But, how can a wife ask her husband to marry someone else? Why am I unable to find even a small clue which says all this is fake and my Shourya is good?
“Mr Shourya, marry Poornima and please do justice to her,” I said without looking into his eyes.
“Say that looking at me, Diya,” he said.
“Marry her, Shourya,” I said, looking at him with tears.
He took the mangalsutra given by women activists. I tried to go, but he held my hand.
“Don’t leave before I marry her. She will be more happy only if you stay here until I marry her,” he said, and I nodded.