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I stared at her in shock because I hadn’t seen that coming. I was under the impression that we were building a permanent marriage. But Diya was planning something else altogether. She was planning to leave me!
I wanted to shake her hard and warn her that there was no way I was ever going to let her go. But then I realised that she had no idea I loved her. When we decided to get married, she wanted it to be a fake, temporary marriage. And she had no idea that I was determined to make it a real one.
I shook my shoulders to release the tension. It was fine. We were fine. All I had to do was show her what she meant to me, and she’d stop talking about leaving. First, I wanted to get this meeting with the police commissioner out of the way.
Luckily, the aircraft landed before I could reply and the pilot came in to see us off the plane.
When we got home after a long and exhausting interview with the officer investigating Sheela Devi’s death, Diya still looked wan and lost.
“It’s over, right?” Isha asked hopefully.
Diya nodded.
“It’s over,” she agreed, but the finality of her tone suggested that she meant more than just her part in the murder case. “I’m moving back home tomorrow.”
“What! Why? I thought you guys had worked through your differences,” yelped Isha.
Diya didn’t reply. She just patted Isha on her shoulder and walked into the house without even a backward glance at me.
“What’s going on, Bhai Sa?”
“I need to sit down and talk to her, that’s all,” I replied. “We need to figure out where we’re going.”
“Well, right now, you need to go straight to your study. There’s a guest waiting for you,” said Isha severely.
“Ah, yes. I’ve been expecting her.”
“Bhai Sa, you’re an idiot for calling her home when Diya is here. If she sees her, all hell will break loose,” she warned.
“It’ll just take five minutes, Isha. That’s all,” I swore, before heading to my study through a side door.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room.
“You should have thrown open the curtains,” I said, with a smile. “You’ve made yourself at home here often enough.”
I turned to smile at Raksha and saw that she stood by my desk, looking extremely uncomfortable. I froze when I realised that she wasn’t the only person in the room. Diya stood just inside the doorway.
CHAPTER 25
DIYA
Ihad come into the study to wait for Dheer. I wanted to tell him that I was moving back home and filing for divorce. And to tell him that he better not fight it. Well, he’d just made my work easier.
“Please join us, Your Highness,” I invited coldly. “This is a lovely reunion.”
“Diya, it’s not what you think,” said Dheer warily.
“It’s really not,” added that woman.
I skewered her with a glare and she promptly shut up. This had nothing to do with her and everything to do with my soon-to-be ex-husband. Alright, maybe it had something to do with her because she was here in my house. But she wouldn’t be here if Dheer hadn’t invited her.
“I don’t want to hear it. All I came here to say was that you will hear from my lawyers soon. Don’t fight the divorce because I want nothing from you, Dheer. But I promise you, if you try to drag this out just to make me miserable, I will leave you with nothing. Nothing!”
“Raksha, can you wait outside, please? I’d like to speak to my wife,” said Dheer.
“I have nothing more to say to you, so please don’t leave on my account,” I said sarcastically.
“I’m not getting in the middle of this,” muttered Raksha, as she scuttled out of the study.
