Ranveer PoV:
“No need to cry. I am not angry with you. I will soon make arrangements for you to live happily without me. Just take care of my child in my absence. I hope at least you will let them know their father rather than lying that their father was dead.”
I said, closing my eyes.
“Ranveer, please don’t talk like that. I can’t bear it. I know I hurt you, but still, it’s true I love you. Though I misunderstood you and left you, on that day, I came to you immediately when I knew you were injured in the blast. I love you, and I care for you,” she said with tears.
“For me, Love without trust is similar to giving birth to a child without marriage. Both had no value. Ala, I didn’t want your love anymore. We were divorced through hearts, though not by legal papers,” I said, giving her a little shock to set her mind right.
I love her, and it’s final. I won’t leave her. But I want her to trust me. If I forgive easily for her mistrust, she may do it again. A little pain will make her understand that confirming facts is a must before accusing me. I am sorry, Ala. You need a little shock treatment to realize your mistake.
But making me shocked, she cried, falling on my feet. I immediately took away my legs pulling her close to me.
“What is this, Ala? What are you doing?” I shouted out of shock.
“I am sorry, please forgive me, Ranveer. I love you so much,” she said, hugging me tightly.
“But you left me, right? I already told you that once if you leave, I would never allow you to come back into my life.”
“But I didn’t leave; I just said I would leave.”
“Just now, you said you left me on that day,” I said, caressing her hairs.
Somewhere my heart is melting, seeing her tears. It’s forcing me to accept her apology and wipe her tears. Her tears are so disturbing for me, and I can’t let them flow for a long time.
“I won’t do it again; please don’t leave me,” she said
Who is going to leave her now? Already I made her a prisoner in my sweet and loving hug for her mistake of marrying me.
“Not that easily. You need to do something to make me accept your apology.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow, prepare my favorite dishes for lunch with your hands. Food should be as tasty as your lips,” I said, looking at Ala’s lips.
She pouted, blushing.
“You are not angry with me, right? I thought you would never forgive me in life,” She said, looking at me.
“Not at all. I love you, Ala, and I can’t see you in tears. That’s why I won’t be angry with you for a long time whatever you do,” I said, smiling.
She hugged me again and kissed on my cheeks.
“I love you. I never hurt you ever in my life,” she said, still crying.
“By the way, your apology will be accepted only after having my favorite food prepared by you tomorrow. I missed food prepared by you these days as you are asking the cook to prepare food to show your anger at me,” I said, wiping her tears.
“Did you notice that?”
“Of course, I can recognize the taste of the food prepared by my lovely wife,” I said, kissing her cheek.
“I love you. Thanks for not being angry with me for my words. I am sorry once again,” Ala said, holding her ears.
I removed her hands from her ears.
“It’s ok. Let’s forget it.”
“Ok, then have dinner.”
“I am not hungry, baby. You please have your dinner.”
“Are you not hungry even if your lovely wife prepared the food.”
“Oh, so you know very well how to convince your husband.”
“Of course, I know him for many years.”
“But still you misunderstood him. Sweetheart, I will go to any extent to save you and our child, but never allow anyone to harm you both.”
“I am sor…. ”
I kept my finger on her lips, stopping her sorry.
“No need to say sorry. But don’t repeat it. If you doubt me and my love again, I will leave, and I will make sure that you will never find me,” I said.
“I promise Ranveer, whatever happens, I will be with you and never doubts you. I never question you or your actions from now. Because I understood that you will be right always,” she said.
She served my favorite dishes to me, and we both had dinner happily, clearing all misunderstandings. We went to the room, and I slept in her lap. Whenever I get hurt or tired, I sleep in her lap to get my peace of mind back. Today it’s her who hurt me but still sleeping in her lap makes me forget everything. She caressed my hair and kissed my forehead.
“Ala, from today, don’t do any works. Take complete rest. I don’t know how to take care of a pregnant woman, but I will find it out and will learn everything. You didn’t have a mother to take care of, and because of marrying me, you lost the love of a mother in law too. Do you think I am wrong in hiding my identity from my parents for Diya?”
“Ranveer, you always care for me. I know that. I don’t think you are wrong in hiding your identity for Diya, but I think Shourya is matured enough to understand situations and handle everything in the right way. He may not misunderstand you or Diya as you both never knew about your relationship till now. Now you both are in love with your life partners, and you both are excellent friends. Think once; I feel you can reveal that you are Rajat to your parents.”
“Let me think. Anyhow, I promise I won’t let you feel lonely at this stage. I will take care of you and our baby. I will try every minute to keep you happy,” I said.
“Ala, what did the doctor say after testing you? How is your health condition? Is our baby fine?”
“I am fine and your baby too. Ranveer, shall I ask you something?” She said slowly.
“Do you want anything, sweetheart? Ask me I will bring anything possible for me,” I said
“I want to do a job. Though I completed MBA, you didn’t allow me to work, saying I have a threat from Vishwanath. Now he is dead. So, please please allow me to work. I can’t sit idle, Ranveer.”
I looked at Ala for a few minutes. This is what I love in her the most. Though she is a wife of a Central HomeMinister, she still wants to get an identity for herself, rather than enjoying the government’s privileges as my wife. I kissed her on her cheek.
“You can do the job,” I said
“Really?” She exclaimed
“But not now. Not keeping my baby with you. Give my baby to me, and then you can work”
“Please, Ranveer, I will try to work from home job,” she requested me.
“No, that’s it. Don’t argue with me, Ala, sleep now,” I said, changing my tone from a friendly one to a serious tone.
She slept calmly. The game was not yet ended, Ala. I killed only Vishwanath, who is a player in the game but not the captain of this whole criminals team. Till we find it out, I didn’t want you to go out of this home, at least for a job. I will solve everything soon, and then you can work as per your wish. I won’t ask you to give up on your dreams for the love you had for me.
“Ranveer, is it ok if I work after delivery atleast? Please, please,” she said again, pouting.
“Sure,” I said.
“Promise.”
“Promise, baby. You can work after delivery. I won’t ask you to stop your dreams anymore for me,” I said, and she hugged me.
“Good night, my angel,” I said, kissing her lips.
I kissed her for a long time to enjoy the taste of her lips fully. She was habituated to use lipstick. But stopped as I felt allergic to her lipstick. She ultimately gave up using lipstick and cosmetics for me after marriage. However, she looks beautiful as she is, and I, too, don’t like using makeup and all other things to enhance beauty. Beauty lies in the heart. So, for me, my Ala is always beautiful. I left her lips after kissing her to the level I satisfy. She hid her face in my neck after such a long kiss. I made her lie on the bed and kissed her neck. I tried to remove her sari pin.
“Ranveer, I feel sleepy; please let me sleep,” she said in a sleeping voice when I almost lost my control.
“Just ten minutes, please.”
“Please,” she said, sleeping.
I just gave a soft kiss on her forehead and took her into my arms, caressing her hair. She slept happily. I, too, slept after some time.
Shourya PoV:
I went home early today. I planned a date with Diya to propose to her. Last time, she made everything upset with her action. I decided to propose to her though she acts. By the time I went to her, she is playing with toys on the bed. Why is she playing with toys? I mean, she should play only with me. I am her friend, husband, and even ready to become her toy too. I sat on the bed near her.
“Shourya, you came,” she said, smiling and clapping her hands.
“Yes, my baby,” I said, hugging her from the side and kissing her cheeks.
“My dear kiddo wife, go and get ready. We are going somewhere.”
“Where?” She asked
“To somewhere where you will lose yourself to me and leave yourself in my love,” I said, taking a deep breath near her back, making her blush.
“Wh.. Wha… T.. Shourya.. I.. Didn’t.. Understand… Anything,” she said cutely.
I kissed her cheeks softly.
“No problem, baby. You will understand soon. Now go and take a shower,” I said, and she went calmly.
She came out wearing her formals. I gave her a sari, which I brought for her for this date.
“Wear it,” I said.
“But I donnnoo how to wear it, Shourya,” she said, mocking a kid.
“No problem, I will help you,” I said, making her wear a sari.
I touched her bareback, her treasures, and shoulder while making removing her top. If she is not well, I won’t behave like this, but I am teasing her as she is acting.
“I will wear a sari; you wait outside,” she said.
“How can you wear a sari, baby? After all, you are a five years kid,” I said.
“Please go,” she pouted.
I smiled and went out, locking the door. Diya opened the door, getting ready. I stared at her for some time, forgetting everything. She is so beautiful. May be beautiful is a tiny word to describe her beauty.
I took her inside, seeing her wearing no jewelry. I kept a simple chain in her neck. I made her wear bangles and bindi, keeping sindoor on her forehead. Then I gave a soft kiss to her.
Day by day, my anger at her for acting was going off. I am enjoying her cute words and action. My cute baby Diya. I love to make her get ready by keeping jewelry, bindi, and vermilion along with few kisses in between.
I took her to the room in the resort. She looked around the balloons and her pictures. I even pasted “I love you, Diya” here and there. I found happiness on her face, but suddenly she changed her expression.
“Shourya, did you bring me here to play with these balloons? Balloons are choooo cute,” she said, hugging a balloon instead of hugging me.
I turned her towards me and sat on my knees in front of her with a ring.
“Diya, You are a very important part of my life. I can’t live without you. You are my everything. I love you, Diya. I love you forever. I love you as you are. Just stay with me forever, loving me,” I said and placed the ring on her finger.
“Shourya, why did you sit on knees? What is I love you? What are you saying Shourya,” she said, mocking the kid again.
“Enough Diya, stop it. I already knew you are acting. But it’s not fair to act even now,” I said and turned to leave.
But I felt two hands wrapping me from the back.
“I love you too, Shourya,” she said, and I turned towards her.
“What is I love you, Diya,” I said, this time mocking a kid.
“I am sorry, Shourya,” she said, kissing me on the right cheek.
“What is sorry, Diya?” I said again.
“Please, Shourya, sorry,” she said, kissing me on the left cheek.
“I am still angry with you,” I said
“Ok, I know how to send your anger away,” she said, placing her lips on mine.
I smiled and kissed her back. Then she looked at me, smiling.
“Do you like the surprise?” I asked her.
“Yes, I loved it,” she said, looking at her pictures on the wall.
“Shourya, I am damn hungry,” she said, holding her stomach.
“Stop your action Diya,” I said, and she laughed.
“I am habituated to it from a month,” she said, and I smiled.
I ordered her favorites and had dinner together while playing her favorite music.
“Shourya, aren’t you angry with me for acting as if I am gone mad,” she asked.
“No, sweetheart. I can understand that there will be some good reasons for your drama. I love you so that I can understand you,” I said, and she hugged me.
I got a call from the station, and I went out to take the call. When I returned, I didn’t find Diya.
“Diya, where are you?” I said
“Diya, stop playing again,” I said, searching for her.
I didn’t find her anywhere. I got a call, and I received it.
“Hello Mr. DCP sir, are you searching for your wife? Don’t get strain; you can’t find her there because she is with us,” someone said from the other side.
“Who is this?”
“Look, Mr. Shourya; we kidnapped your wife. Tomorrow by evening, you have to give us the proofs given by Home Minister Ranveer to you, if you want your wife to be safe. Otherwise, be ready to see her dead body in the evening.”
“Who is thi…. ” they disconnected the call.
What should I do now? Should I save my wife handing over the proofs throwing my nation into risk or save my nation, putting my wife at risk? Ranveer handed over proofs that prove many politicians and entrepreneurs wrong deeds who help terrorists. Infact, he gave a file that says their planning of a bomb blast to kill many people in India. What should I do now? Should I save those thousands of lives sacrificing Diya’s life, or should I sacrifice those thousands of lives for saving one life, i. e., Diya’s? If I arrest those criminals, I can find out the places where they will place bombs, as it’s not mentioned in the file. Without proofs, I can’t arrest those high-profile people as they have an excellent reputation among the public and influence.