Shourya:

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.

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."