Shourya PoV:
I looked at Diya. I remembered the day I saw her for the first time. Then as a daring and dashing journalist. Diya stood against many miseries of life, but today she lost her mental stability. Is it real or a nightmare? No, it’s true. I must accept the fact that she is not okay. Only then I can help her to become normal. I held her hand again, but she tried to push me away.
“Diya, look at me,” I said slowly.
“Who is Diya?” She asked me.
“You are Diya,”
“Diya?? Me?? Then who are you?”
“I am your husband,” I said.
“Husband means?”
“Husband means the one who loves you, cares for you, protects you and does anything for you,” I said, controlling my tears.
“Anything for me. Will you play with me?” She asked.
“Yes, I will play with you, feed you, make you smile. I will do anything that you ask me to do. Shall we go to our home? Will you come with me?” I said.
“Okay, I will come but will you buy many toys for me?” She asked.
“Ok,” I said and took her home.
Mom and dad got shocked and tense about baby and Diya, seeing her at that stage. I consoled them and went to Diya. By the time I went to her, she had thrown everything in the room.
“Diya, what happened to you?” I said and hugged her tightly.
“Why did you leave me alone? I hate you. You are not my friend,” she said, pushing me away.
“Diya, I went to tell mom and dad to bring toys for you,” I said, trying to convince her.
“Ohhhh, ok. But who are mom and dad?”
“They are the one who love us and care for us,” I said slowly.
She nodded.
“Keep everything in place. Why did you throw everything like this?” I asked, faking anger.
“I don’t know how to do that. Chorry,” she said, holding his ears.
I smiled and kissed her cheek.
“Ok, I will clean. Baby, you shouldn’t behave like this. If you are frightened, you should call me. But should not throw the things,” I said slowly to Diya.
Diya nodded and held her stomach.
“What happened to you, Diya?” I asked, placing my hand on her stomach.
“Hungry,” she said, showing her stomach.
“I will bring something for you to eat,” I said, but she held my hand.
“No, you don’t go,” she said.
I called mom and requested her to bring food for this kid. I fed her slowly and made her sleep in my lap.
“I want a lullaby or story to sleep,” she said, playing with my hand.
I remembered that last night where she teased me by asking me to sing a lullaby for her. But today, it was different. Why life took a drastic turn within just a day? Why always it happens to Diya? Why can’t God hurt me instead of my Diya? Tears fell from my eyes for the first time. I felt to cry, hugging her. I want my Diya back.
“Lullaby,” she said, shaking my hand.
“Ok, sweetheart. Anything for you,” I said, caressing Diya’s hairs.
I sang a song for her and made her sleep. The next day I went to the office and checked the file of that murderer, Anand. He was sentenced to death by the court. Geetha came to my cabin. We were discussing the events that happened on the blasting day and the schedule of Ranveer and Vishwanath. I got a call from mom.
“Mom, I am busy in a meeting. I will call you after the meeting,” I said.
“Shourya, wait a minute. Diya didn’t have food from the morning. It’s not good for her as she is pregnant. She is continuously asking for you. She is beating everyone if they go near her,” mom said.
“I am coming,” I disconnected the call and went home.
By the time I went home, Diya is beating a maid and is threatening others with a knife.
“Diya,” I shouted.
She looked at me and stopped hitting and pulling their hairs.
“Shourya, you came,” she said, smiling.
I went to her and took the knife from her hands.
“Say sorry to them,” I said in a severe tone, showing the maid whom she hit.
“No, I am just playing,” she said.
“Say sorry to them or you will get punishment from me,” I said seriously.
“Chorry,” she said, pouting and looking at my serious face.
I asked them to go. I looked at the hall, which is a mess.
“Clean it, Diya,” I said.
“What? I don’t know,” she said.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do all this again? Now you should clean the room or I will leave,” I said.
She slowly took the things which she threw and kept in place as I showed to her.
“Shourya, she doesn’t know anything. Take her to the room. Why are you making her to do this work?” Mom said.
“No problem, mom. She will do it,” I said.
After cleaning, she went to the room. I went to her with food to feed her.
“I don’t want,” she said.
“Why, baby?”
“You scolded me. I hate you,” Diya said, crying.
“Oh no, baby. I didn’t scold you. See, if you behave like that, people will think Diya is a bad girl. So, you shouldn’t behave like that and then I won’t scold you,” I said, making her sit on the bed.
“I told you already that you shouldn’t leave me. But you left me. You are a bad boy. Diya is a good girl,” she said.
“Yes, Diya is a very good girl. That’s why everyone loves her. But if you hurt people who likes you, they will hate you. That’s why you should behave nicely with everyone,” I said, feeding food to her.
“Ok, but you should not leave me.”
“Diya, I should go to the office. How can I stay with you all the time?”
“Leave the office,” she said suddenly.
I smiled. I can’t leave my job for anyone.
“Shut up and have food,” I said and fed her.
She ate calmly. If I didn’t decide to be calm, by now, I would have slapped her. I am controlling myself, tolerating her stupid acts.
“Shouryaa, did you bring toys for me?” she asked, shaking my shoulder.
“You already made every family member as a toy in your game, baby. So, I don’t think toys are necessary for you,” I said.
“I don’t understand your words. I am sleeping,” Diya said, sleeping in my lap again.
It’s been a month, and still, I am waiting patiently for her to open up. As I didn’t know the reason behind her behavior, I controlled my anger at her.