Diya PoV:

In the morning, I got up slowly and found bondage changed to my ankle. Is it Shourya who did this? I saw a small table behind my bed with a hot box, flask, water bottle, and medicines. I opened the paper kept on that table.

"Hope your ankle pain is cured. I did the dressing to it in the morning. I hope you will walk as I gave a pain killer as per the doctor's suggestion. Get fresh up and have food and medicines.

Shourya."

I smiled, reading the note. I followed his suggestions. I got ready to go to my office.

"Madam, Sir ordered us not to allow you to go anywhere," the constable said.

Who the hell is he to order me?

"Look, I need to go. Inform this to your sir," I said.

But constable gave his mobile to me, asking me to talk to Shourya.

"Hello, Shourya, Diya here. I am going to my office," I said.

"No, Diya. Take a rest for two days. The doctor advised two days' rest for you. If you can't do that, ask the doctor to tell me otherwise, and I will allow you to go out," Shourya said.

"But... "

"I don't have much time to talk to you. I am busy. Talk to the doctor and then tell me. Bye."

Shourya disconnected the call, and I went back into the room. I felt very bored at home. Stupid, who is he to order me to confine to the room? I heard someone knocking my room door. May be IPS Shourya returned home.

"Come in," I said, and the person opened the door.

It's Mrs. Avani, Shourya's mother. She is a retired IAS officer. She was a terror in the hearts of people who play with the lives of the public. I admire her a lot. However, she refused to give an interview to me, though I asked many times. I got up from the bed, seeing her.

"Namaste, aunty," I said and about to touch her feet for blessings. But aunty stopped me and gave a hug.

"No formalities, Diya. My blessings are always with you and Shourya. Until you do good, no one can do anything for you," aunty said.

"Diya, Shourya asked me to stay with you until he returns. He told me about the accident and need someone to take care of you. Shourya has a meeting with the Chief Minister and Home Minister along with all IPS officers so that he will be late to home today," aunty said.

"Ok," I said.

"Sweety, you can call me as a mom," aunty said.

I remembered my mom, who expired when I was five years. A lone tear escaped from my eyes, wiped by my aunty, no mom.

"I brought food prepared by me. Come, let's have food."

I had delicious food prepared by mom. I am habituated to hostel food. For the last two days, here I ate food prepared by Shourya's cook. The food prepared by mom is always special.

Mom and I became friends so soon. She was a strict officer but is friendly to me.

"Diya, how is your Shourya," mom said, and my expressions changed.

My Shourya? Maybe he didn't say to mom that this marriage is a temporary arrangement to save my self-respect in this society. In reality, this marriage has no value.

"Is everything alright between you and Shourya?"

"Mom, everything is fine between us," I said, averting my gaze from mom.

"I know about Shourya. His focus is always on duty and criminals. But Diya, there is another side of Shourya who cares and loves family a lot. He values relationships," mom said, and I looked at her, shocked.

There is talk about Shourya that he hates the family and avoids every relationship.

"Mom, I heard that Shourya doesn't like family," I said.

"Diya, your heart can see the true nature of Shourya. He loves family, and as his mom, I can say that he cares for you as he values this wedding. The only thing is you need to root the seed of love in his heart. I know it's tough, but it is worth it," mom said.

I went into deep thoughts. As far as I know, Shourya is a true Police Officer and a kind human being. He has good character and mentality. He respects girls. He has all the qualities which a girl imagines to have in her husband.

But can I gain his trust and love? Is it possible to make him accept me as his wife? I don't know, but I want to try.

Shourya PoV:

Diya called me saying she needs to go out. I refused as the doctor told me that Diya must take rest for atleast two days. I asked mom to stay with her as she won't care for her food and health. Am I caring for her? But why? Yes, it may be because she is a sincere journalist. Really? My heart asked me. Yes, I replied, shoving off my unnecessary thoughts.

I closed my eyes to remember the past. Diya, the only one for whom I had a crush in my college days but never dared to confess. She didn't notice me anytime following her. However, it's just a crush, and I forgot it.

"Is it just a crush?" said my heart.

"I can't say but can't drag her into my life, which puts her life under threat," I said to my heart.

Yes, I will not reveal the truth to Diya. I don't want to give any hopes on this relationship to her. I must stop feeling for her because my duty is my priority. I decided not to show my care for her.

I went home and walking on the stairs to go to the room. Diya is coming down, and suddenly she slipped off. I caught her. My one hand is around her waist, and another hand held her hand. She starred at me.

Beautiful eyes, how can her eyes be so beautiful? I felt to touch her cheeks. Unknowingly my hand over her waist moved to her belly, touching her soft skin. She closed her eyes.

"Huh," someone coughed, and I helped Diya to stand.

I looked at that direction with irritation, and it's my mom. How could I forget that mom is here? I looked at Diya, who is blushing, and that increased her beauty. No, I should stop thinking this bullshit. I decided to make her come out of this new trance.

"Mom, I need a coffee."

"Diya, I need to talk to you," I said, showing my finger towards the room.

"My dear son, you got married, and now my responsibilities were transferred to your wife. Ask her to bring coffee," mom said, settling on a sofa and reading the newspaper.

"I will bring coffee," Diya said.

"No need," I said.

I called the servant and ordered her to bring coffee. Diya's face became dull. I am sorry, Diya, this relationship is not permanent. I can't forget the incident that happened in the past because of which I cut off all relationships and decided not to accept any relation.