Diya:

"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.

I went to the kitchen and prepared Diya's favorite food. I knew her favorites as I have stolen her diary in the college days. I knew every little thing about her.
I prepared vegetable biryani, mixed vegetable curry, raita, Gulab jamoon, and fruit salad. I sent it through constable, asking him to say that he brought the lunch from a restaurant. I sneaked upon her to know whether she liked the food or not.
"Madam, lunch for you," the constable said.
Diya looked at the food tray and smiled, seeing the items. She took the first bite of the food.
"Wow! It's scrumptious. Who prepared this?" Diya said.
"We ordered it from a restaurant, madam," the constable said.
Constable went off, and I looked at Diya. I smiled, seeing her enjoying the food. I went to the station after having lunch.
Diya PoV:
I had the best food for a long time. Staying in a hostel and focusing on the work made me lifeless and emotionless. Shourya and mom are bringing me back to life. I remembered my bitter past. No, I shouldn't develop an attachment to this family. Without Shourya's acceptance, I can't stay here forever.
Mom returned home in the evening. We were chit-chatting about the profession and family.
"Mom, breakfast you prepared was awesome," I said.
"I didn't prepare breakfast. I went to the temple early in the morning," mom said.
"What? Then who prepared it? It's delicious."
"Maybe Shourya prepared the breakfast. Cook is also on leave today."
"Does Shourya know cooking?"
"Of course, Shourya knows cooking. Cooking is his hobby. Shourya prepared the lunch too," mom said, and I opened my mouth wide.
I saw Shourya standing at the door, smiling at my expression. Mom turned towards him.
"Shourya, didn't you say to your wife that you know cooking?"
Shourya came inside and took the water bottle.
"I have already told her, mom," Shourya said and drank water.
Shourya told me, but I didn't believe it.
"Go and get fresh. I have some work," mom said and left us both alone in the room.
"Can you please bring a coffee for me, if you don't mind? Cook is on leave," Shourya said.
Coffee? Is he asking me? Few scenes from the past blurred before my eyes, making my eyes wet.
"Are you ok, Diya? It's ok. I will prepare the coffee. I am a bit tired as I went on the field because of some case, so I asked you," Shourya said, patting on my shoulder.
"No, Shourya. I am fine. I will bring the coffee," I said and brought coffee for him.
Shourya is studying the file of a case.
"Coffee," I said.
"Shourya, please take a rest as you are tired," I said, averting my gaze from him.
I am leaving, but he held my wrist.
"Is anything bothering you, Diya? Your eyes are red, and you look upset," Shourya said.
His voice is filled with concern, and his eyes show unknown feelings, which can be assumed by me as love. However, I am sure he didn't love me.
Shourya stood up and looked into my eyes. I looked into his eyes for a few minutes, and then unknowingly, I hugged him. Then I feared thinking Shourya may shout at me. But he caressed my hair, making me feel comfortable in his hug.
After some time, I broke the hug.
"I am sorry," I said.
"It's ok. We can't be a couple, but we can atleast be good friends," Shourya said.
At night, I laid on the bed to sleep.
"Diya, a small request. Please don't go out at night alone. Wake me up if you need to go."
"But.... "
"Don't worry; it will be a secret. I just asked you not to go alone because it's unsafe to go alone to those criminals. You should be careful," Shourya slept, saying that to me.
The next morning, I went to the office as I can't stay away from work and office atleast for a day. Assistant Director called me to his cabin and said an IAS officer committed suicide at his home today. Ranveer is a suspect in the case.
IAS Lokesh deals with the sand mafia case where Ranveer is a culprit, an open truth, but none can arrest him as there is no proof.