Shourya PoV:
I am in hospital and Geetha came there. I looked at her surprisingly.
“Hello, Mr. Shourya. I am from CBI, a special officer, to investigate this case,” Geetha said, shaking hand with me.
I understood that it’s Geetha who was appointed by Prime Minister to deal with the case.
“Hello, madam,” I said, shaking my hand.
We didn’t want anyone in the department to know that Geetha is a common friend for Ranveer and me.
“So, how is our Home Minister? Did you find any clue regarding the case?”
“Home Minister is in critical stage. I didn’t visit the spot as DIG sir asked me to wait here to work with you.”
“Ok fine. Where is Home Minister’s wife, Ala?”
“She is missing.”
“What? Missing? No, it shouldn’t happen,” Geetha said, and I signaled with my eyes to control herself.
Geetha loved Ashutosh. After Ashutosh’s death, she doesn’t marry anyone. So, she feels Ala as her sister in law and cares a lot for her.
“Shourya, let’s go to the bomb blast spot,” Geetha said, and we went to the place.
We checked the car and everything so keenly. I found a needle in the car, and we collected it.
“Madam, I doubt the blast,” I said to Geetha when we both were in the car.
“Tell me, Shourya.”
“Ranveer and Health Minister were in the same car. But Vishwanath was dead, and Ranveer was alive. I feel something is hidden in this”
“Maybe Ranveer’s was a narrow escape,” Geetha said.
“Are you going to say the same after seeing this needle too?”
“Injection needle? Send it to the forensic lab, Shourya. We shouldn’t judge anything without knowing full facts,” Geetha said.
We went to Ranveer’s home to find how Ala missed. We r searched the house for information, and I found a letter pinned to their marriage photo. I called Geetha, and we read the message.
“Dear Ranveer,
I loved you a lot. But you have broken me completely. Yesterday I heard your phone conversation with the Health Minister, Vishwanath.
I understood that you saved me only to make me his prey one day. I trusted your love and you. But you tried to give me to that minister.
Ranveer, I can bear your anger, chaotic behavior, your busy schedule, and everything but not this. I agreed not to have a child too though it’s every married woman’s dream to become a mother. How could you think to handover me to that minister? I am your wife. Even if I am not your wife, how can you do business with girls for your benefits? Who gave you the right to play with girls’ life? I am your wife, but it doesn’t mean you can do anything to me.
I hate you, Ranveer. I hate you. I thought to kill you, but I didn’t want to make my hands dirty with your blood. Don’t try to bring me back. I would like to die than being your wife. However, the moment you wanted to give me to another man, I am dead.
Goodbye. I hope I won’t see your face again in my life.”
We understood why she left. Geetha ordered her team to find Ala and bring Ala to her flat. I returned home at 11 pm.
Diya PoV:
I went back home. Mom and dad happily accepted me though I insulted Shourya and ruined their reputation. I apologized to them for my foolish behavior. They forgave me.
I am waiting for Shourya. I am sure he won’t forgive me easily as mom and dad. He loves me so much, and I ruined everything. He came home at 11 pm. He looked at me.
“Why did you come to my home again?”
“I didn’t come to your home. I came to my home,” I said, smiling.
“Who told you that this is your home?”
“My sweet husband,” I said, giving him a towel and his night suit.
“Go and get fresh up. You are looking so tired. I will serve dinner for you.”
“Shut up. Stop your actions. I said, this is your home before you left. The day you left, you lost your right on me and this house. Now get lost from here,” he said, holding my arm and dragging me out of the room.
“Shourya, please, I am sorry. If you are angry with me, it’s ok, but it should be between us. Mom and dad will feel bad if they knew we are still fighting. So, please let me stay here in the room,” I said sweetly.
He left his hold on me and stopped sending me out of the room. Thank God.
“I kept everything ready for your shower. Go and take a shower, and you will become cool, DCP sir,” I said, encircling my hands over his neck.
He took off hands rudely, pushing me aside.
“I didn’t ask you to do anything. It would be best if you didn’t interfere with my works. Stay away from me,” Shourya said in a warning tone and went for a shower taking clothes by himself.
I returned to win your heart again, my dear sweet husband. Not to stay away from you. I love you so much. He came out, taking a shower, wiping his wet hair.
“You don’t know how to wipe your hair, my dear husband. Give me a towel. I will wipe your hairs,” I said, trying to take the towel from him.
“Enough,” Shourya shouted at once, making me scared of him.
“Ok, ok, cool. Come, I will serve dinner.”
“I can serve by myself,” he said and serving himself.
I tried to serve him, but he glared at me, and I stopped. He returned to the room, having dinner. He laid beside him, and I stared at him continuously.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you are my husband and my husband is damn handsome. How could I take off my eyes from him?”
I said and touched his temple to the corner of his lips with my finger to seduce him. But he held my hand.
“My dear wife, this is Shourya; just with your touch, you can’t make him lose his control,” he said, turning the other side.
“Can a kiss work?”
I asked, kissing on his cheek.
“Even 100 kisses won’t work,” he said in a serious tone.
“Ok, then tell me, how should I convince my angry husband? How to regain his love?”
“Love once lost can’t be regained,” Shourya said.
“But my husband is so sweet. So he loves me forever.”
“Now, your husband hates you so much. If he gets a chance, he wants to scold you for your stupid behavior.”
“Ok fine, tell him to scold. A couple can scold and correct one another when one is wrong. Now I am wrong, so scold me,” I said, and the next minute he pulled me towards him, and I am on him.
“I want to kiss you hard for your false accusations. I want to love you so much so that you won’t leave me ever in life. I want to give you a few hickeys at visible places for insulting me. I want to…… ”
I kissed him on his lips.
“When I am all yours, do you need my permission to do whatever you want?” I said.
“You will be tired if I start giving you sweet punishment,” he said, pinching my cheek.
“Ah, it’s paining.”
“Aww, I know the cure,” he said, placing his lips on my cheek.
“Shall I give a love bite here on your soft cheek?”
“No, please.”
“I love you,” he said, putting me on the bed and taking full control over me. He started with slow kisses and gave a hickey on my neck.
“Don’t cover it with makeup. It should be visible,” Shourya ordered dangerously.
“But what people will think if they see that?”
“It’s your punishment for telecasting fake video saying I had an affair with that girl.”
“I am sorry, please.”
He gave another hickey, this time on another side of the neck.
“Don’t argue, or you will get a hickey on your both cheeks,” he said, and I shut my mouth because I know sometimes he will be so stupid and naughty.
He then kissed my lips for a very long time, making me struggle to breathe. He then broke the kiss, and I blushed.
“Your lips had some magic, which refreshes my mind.”
“I love you,” I said.
“Then kiss me,” he said, and I kissed him.
“Now repeat sorry for every kiss I give you,” he said
He started giving me in-depth and wet kisses wherever he wants, leaving hickeys, making me difficult to utter a word.
“Shourya, leave me please,” I said, pouting.
“Not so soon, baby. Stop saying sorry and say I never doubt you for every kiss.”
“It’s difficult,” I said, and he kissed me sweetly, taking me to his love world.
I lost my control and started saying I never doubt you unknowingly for his every kiss. He started romancing by placing kisses on my upper part, making me clutch the bedsheet tightly to control myself.
“You are saying it in a low voice. I want you to be clear,” Shourya said, smiling naughtily.
He fastened his romance, making it difficult for me to utter any word except his name. I shouted his name. He smiled and then kissed me on the lips giving me control. I kissed him, showing all my love.
“Say that I trust my husband for 50 times,” he said, and I nodded.
“It’s going to be very difficult for you, baby,” he said, smirking, and I pouted.
I understood what does he mean. He will make it difficult for me to speak by creating a sweet love world with his touch and kisses. It takes me into a trance where I forget everything, leaving myself in his love.
He gave a hickey bringing me back from my thoughts. He kissed the neck, upper part, and stomach once again. His every kiss is so different and created new sensations. I repeated the words he said with difficulty, and he increased his sweet torture, making me smile and forget what I am saying.
However, I completed saying those words 50 times. He finally made love to me. It’s been a very long and challenging session where he loved me for a long time. He looked at me.
“Don’t ever try leaving me, or it will be tougher for you next time,” he warned, and I hit him slowly on his shoulder.
He then smiled and pulled me onto him, and I slept on his chest peacefully as his anger went off.
“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asked, smirking.
“Thank you for forgiving me. I thought you would never forgive me.”
“I can understand you, my wife. I know you just tried to help a girl thinking she was betrayed. I know well that you never like to hurt me. So, I forgave you,” he said, hugging me tightly.
“I… I.. Want.. To.. Say… One happy news.”
“What is that, baby?” He said, stroking my hair.
“I am pregnant,” I said, smiling.
“What? Really? Why didn’t you say before? I unknowingly troubled you a bit,” he said.
“It’s ok. You didn’t hurt me.”
He kissed me on the forehead.
“Did you say this to mom and dad?”
“No. I felt that first, I should say this only to you.”
He made me sleep straight and kissed my belly. He took me into his arms again.
“Diya, now we are becoming parents. Till now, we are just a couple, and it’s our wish to divide or stay together. But after becoming parents, we should think about our child too.
Diya, really you are the only girl in my life. I love you so much, and I get feelings only for you. I didn’t like issues in family life. That’s the reason I thought to divorce you when I married you. I want to focus on my duty. Family life shouldn’t divert my focus from the profession. That’s what I want to say to you.”
I took his hand into mine and promised him.
“I promise, from today, I never doubt you even if the whole world doubts you. I never hurt. I will be with you lifelong, holding your hand. I am sorry once again for hurting you,” I said, and Shourya nodded.
“What gift do you want for giving me this valuable gift?” He said, placing his hand on my belly.
“Your love is enough, Shourya,” I said and dozed off in his arms happily.
The next day I took a shower and getting ready. Hickeys given by him on the neck are visible. I didn’t understand how to go downstairs. He observed my actions.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked
“See what you did yesterday. What if anyone sees this,” I growled.
“I want everyone to see those. That’s your punishment, baby. You have telecasted that fake romantic video, and everyone saw that. I, too, felt tough to go out until it’s proved fake,” he said seriously.
“But Shourya, please understand, I will cover them.”
He smiled and took the makeup box. He kept powder and other things covering the hickey completely.
“Now your problem solved,” he said, hugging me from the back.
“Where is Ala?” He asked, making me frozen in my place.
“That poison needle which I found in the Health Minister’s car had your fingerprints. Are you in that car, baby?” He asked, kissing me on the cheek, but I can easily recognize his anger.
“Who are you, Diya? Are you a journalist or criminal? Hiding from me about you is very dangerous,” he warned me, giving one more kiss on my back.