Chapter 8: Mitra’s Diary

Dheer's POV:

I shouted at her to leave the room. I sat on the bed, thinking about Dharma and my past. I opened the wardrobe to see my family album, where every photo consists of Dharma and Jay as a part of my family.

Instead of the album, I found Mitra's diary. I know it's not manners to read Mitra's dairy, but I felt to read it. I thought of reading her diary from the day we got married. Reading it, I realized that though Mitra is not in love with me, she is ready to accept this relationship.

I understood that there is a chance for me to win her heart. It may take time, but indeed with my love, I can win her love. I apologized to Mitra for shouting at her, but she is angry at me. I thought of convincing her by taking her to the shopping.

But, the next day, Mitra told me that she wants to visit her village. She didn't talk properly to me. I went to drop her at the bus stop, but my heart didn't allow me to let her go. So, I decided to accompany her. I thought to convince her at her village and bring her back to our home.

When her aunt told me to visit the temple to make our bond stronger, she refused, making me angry. I avoided her and masked my feelings for her because I thought that she doesn't like me. I agreed to divorce her. However, Mitra assumed that I don't love her and want to break this marriage.

I went to the temple with her and performed the rituals. We sat near the bank of a river talking, and her friend saw her. Mitra hesitated to introduce me as her husband. I know she was scared of me, predicting that I may shout at her. So, I introduced myself as Mitra's husband. I noticed happiness in her eyes. It will be permanent from now.

Mitra and her friend talked for a while. We reached her home, and all the way, I held her hand without leaving it for a second. She didn't try to free her hand from my hold. I didn't want to leave this hand forever in my life.

For dinner, she served my favourite dishes. She is excited, and I understood that Mitra cooked those dishes. In the past, she prepared the food I hate with anger. So, I didn't notice the taste. Officially this is the first time Mitra cooked for me. It would have been more fun if she did it at our home, as I can tease her. However, I understood one thing. As Mitra doesn't know that I love her from college, she is trying hard to make me fall for her.

I didn't compliment her cooking, and she was disappointed. I smiled at her anger.

"Dheer, today I will sleep in aunty's room," Mitra said.

What? Is she going to leave me alone here? I won't allow her to do so. She is walking, and I stretched my feet on her way. She slipped, and I caught her, making her fall in my lap intentionally. I smiled, raising my eyebrows.

"Leave me, Dheer," Mitra said, and I left her.

"Why did you suddenly change your behaviour, Dheer? You don't love me, I know it. Why are you giving me these hopes? Though I don't love you, I want to give our relationship a chance. I'm trying to understand you. But you're trying to avoid me. What made you change your behaviour so suddenly? Dheer, I've faced the worst in my life. If I develop feelings for you and then you ask me to leave you and get a divorce, I won't be able to bear it. Please don't make me weak to the point that I can't leave you," she asked with tears.

I wiped her tears. I need time to reveal her the truth that I love her from college days. I avoided her because whenever I see her, I get feelings for her, and I want to make her mine. Of course, I would never force her. I want to make her mine by creating a place for me in her heart. Mitra accepted this relationship, but not me. It takes time.

I want to start our relationship through friendship. I want to be Mitra's best friend before I make her fall for me. She should feel comfortable with me. She is wearing sarees these days, which she doesn't like at all. I know that definitely mom told her that I want to see my wife in a saree. She changed to impress me.

I want to keep tabs on it. That's the reason I ignored all her efforts, pretending I didn't notice. I wanted to make one thing clear to her: I loved her as she was. I don't want Mitra making any adjustments or changes in her life for me because of this wedding.

"Mitra, keep this in your mind. I am never going to force you to leave me or divorce me. At the same time, I'm not going to force you to stay with me. You are totally free to do whatever you want. If you wish to accept this marriage, we..."

My phone rang, and I went out to receive the call. Someone murdered the vital witness of the Sand Mafia case. I went inside, and she expected me to complete the words. I can't say anything in this bad mood.

"Mitra, I am going to our house. Are you coming with me or going to stay here for a few more days?" I said.

"I will come with you," Mitra said, and we both started to our home. She leaned over my shoulder on the bus as she is tired and sleepy.