Chapter 6

• Diya PoV:
• Shourya's behavior hurt me for the first time. I have no hopes in this relationship, but at the same time, my heart is not ready to break it without trying.
• "Diya, I have arranged another room for you with a bed and other stuff required. You can shift to that room," Shourya said, without facing me.
• I took my bags to shift the room but stopped seeing mom.
• "Shourya, your dad went to Delhi for a meeting. So, I will stay here until he returns. I think there is a spare bedroom in your house, right?" mom said, smiling.
• I understood that mom heard our conversation. Shourya looked at mom in shock and nodded. In the dining hall, I served food to him and mom. I did the dish which he hates the most to him. Mom told me about his likes and dislikes. He looked at food once and then turned towards me. I thought he would get angry at me.
• "Diya, you too sit with us and have food. In our family, we have food together," Shourya said.
• I didn't find even a bit of anger in his face. I sat, and we had food together, listening to Shourya's childhood moments shared by mom.
• I remembered my childhood, which has only bitter moments. Shourya patted on my hand slowly as if he understood that my mood is not good. He said no to this relationship but not to me. He cares for me and now understood my feelings without saying anything.
• We went to our room, and I stood in the balcony, enjoying the cool breeze.
• "What's up, Diya?" Shourya said, standing beside me.
• "Weather is pleasant," I said.
• "Is your ankle pain cured? Did you take tablets?" Shourya said.
• I nodded and laid on the bed. Shourya slept without extending the conversation or working on any case file. At midnight, I got a call and went out, taking my camera and spy pen.
• I went to a guest house where an entrepreneur was discussing his plan to blast the city with the terrorists. I was unable to see that entrepreneur but saw the faces of those terrorists. I recorded it in my spy pen. I turned to go, but unfortunately, one person noticed me.
• He called his men, and I managed to run from there to the road. I tried to escape on my scooty, but unfortunately, it didn't start. I ran from there. My injured ankle bled, and sweat formed throughout my body. I stopped and turned back only to find those goons approaching me. I thought this is my last day having no way to escape.
• Suddenly, a bike stopped in front of me, asking me to get onto the bike. A helmet covered his face, and I assumed it as a trap.
• "Diya, fast," that man said.
• It's Shourya. I sat on the bike immediately, and we reached home. I was scared of Shourya as I thought he might scold me not to go out at midnight and be this careless. Instead, Shourya gave water to me and removed the bandage off my ankle covered with blood. He tied a fresh bandage and gave a pain-killer to me. I took it and laid on the bed.
• Shourya saved me though I didn't ask him for help. He cares for me and understands my pain and feelings without even telling him. I looked at him. He looked handsome, even in that sleeping posture, as his heart is pure and kind. I want to make this relationship permanent, but what about my past?
• Will he agree if I say I am a widow? Can I become a part of his life, along with his duty? May be only time can answer these questions.
• In the morning, I woke up and found him staring at me. As soon as I opened my eyes, he averted his gaze from me.
• "Good morning, Shourya."
• "Good morning. How are you? Is your ankle still paining?" Shourya said.
• "No, it's better now. Thank you for saving me yesterday."
• "It's my duty," Shourya said, making my smile fade away.
• Of course, as a police officer, he must save the public.
• Shourya PoV:
• "It's my duty," I said, and Diya's smile faded.
• I must save the one whom I loved in the past and as she is my wife. Diya misunderstood my words, thinking I said those words as a police officer. However, I am not going to explain it to her.
• "Do you prefer coffee?" I said.
• Diya nodded and went to get fresh up.
• "Where is mom?" Diya asked, having the breakfast and sipping coffee prepared by me.
• "Mom went to the temple," I said.
• "Breakfast is delicious. Mom has magic," Diya said, assuming mom prepared it.
• "I can also cook food well," I said.
• "You? What a joke! You can shoot well and fight well. But not cooking. Do you know atleast to prepare a coffee?" Diya said.
• "Do you know cooking?" I said.
• "Of course, I know but not as good as a mom. I can cook only a few dishes," Diya said.
• I decided to stay at home to prepare lunch for Diya.
• "I am leaving for the office. Mom will return home by the evening. Don't come downstairs and avoid straining your legs."
• She nodded, and I understood that she is not taking my words that seriously.
• "Don't ignore my words, Diya. It's dangerous to be careless regarding IPS Shourya's words as it has consequences," I said.
• How can I cook food without her notice, if she comes downstairs? So, I pretended to be angry with her.
• Diya nodded again, and this time she took my words seriously. I went to the kitchen to surprise her.