Chapter 2 — Responsibility or Caring?

Mitra's POV:

I slept on the same bed with Dheer, reflecting on the incident that had taken place earlier today. How could it be that I was married to Dheer all of a sudden? I knew him only as a sincere IPS Officer.

I had heard that Dheer was not interested in marriage or a family. His family lived in the same city, but he had his own place.

I didn't understand why these things always happened to me. I was a widow. I had been forced to marry someone without my consent, and he had died after a short time. Now I was married this Dheer, who hated marriage. He didn't even know that I was a widow.

Dheer married me to save my reputation. If he didn't say that I was his wife and that we had married secretly, society would've labelled me a prostitute. So I couldn't fault Dheer's decision. But what bothered me was the fact that this marriage would end with a divorce.

Dheer had asked me how we should proceed with this marriage. I told him we could get a divorce after a year. But I wasn't ready for divorce. I hoped I could earn myself a place in his heart soon. But the problem was he didn't believe in love.

Dheer's POV:

I woke up in the morning and stretched my arms.

"Ahh!" Mitra screamed as my hand hit her hand. I had forgotten that she was here.

"I am sorry, Mitra," I said.

"It's ok. What's the time?"

"It's 8 am."

Mitra got up hurriedly. She ran to the washroom but stopped and turned towards me.

"Dheer, shall I go to the office?" Mitra asked me.

What the hell? How should I know? It was her profession. She was the one who should decide whether to go to her office or not. Why was she asking me?

Maybe because yesterday I married her. With just that simple act, she gave all her rights over to me. Mitra had given up her freedom, her likes, her passions yesterday. So, starting today, I was to be the ruler of her life.

Was it innocence or foolishness? I smiled at her question.

"Mitra, shall I continue my profession or quit?" I asked only to receive a shocked expression from Mitra.

"It's…it's…up to…you…I mean, how can I decide?" Mitra said.

"And now you have my answer to your question," I left the room after saying this.

I took a shower in another room and came to my place. I opened the door and stood amazed, seeing Mitra wearing the saree. My heart felt a strange sensation seeing her like that.

Mitra looked at me and turned the other side. I went out, closing the door. After some time, Mitra opened the door. I went inside.

"I am sorry," I said.

"Bolt is very hard to lock," Mitra said shyly.

I tested the bolt. I kept a few drops of oil in it.

"Now it works," I said.

"Mitra, this is the spare key to our house. Keep it with you. How will you get to your office? I think your electric scooter was parked in the parking lot of the hotel," I said.

"It's ok. I will manage," Mitra said.

"Your luggage?"

"I will shift it today from the hostel."

I nodded. I took one step to leave the room but again turned towards Mitra.

"Be careful, Mitra. I don't know what will be the consequences of this trapped marriage. Call me if anything is necessary. Keeping you safe is my duty as a Police," I said and left to my office.

As soon as I reached the office, I got a call from Dharma's PA asking me to visit Dharma's home. Am I his servant to go to him as soon as he calls me? This Police department became a puppet in the hands of a politician. I deeply regret it. I went to Dharma.

"Good morning, sir," I saluted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Dheer. No formalities required. I called you in for a personal matter," Dharma said, asking me to sit in front of him on the chair.

I took the seat.

"I don't think we are that close to discuss anything personal other than the profession," I said.

"Why do you always see me as your enemy Dheer? Why can't we be friends?" Dharma asked me with a smile that irritated me the most.

"I can't befriend the criminals. I know what you are and how you came to this stage," I said seriously.

Dharma took a bouquet from his desk and handed over it to me.

"Congrats and all the best for your married life," Dharma said.

I didn't reply to him.

"Dheer, as you were married now, you may need to face new challenges. Now your enemies may target your wife," Dharma warned me with a smirk on his face.

Just then, my mobile rang. I received the call.

"Sir, your wife Mitra met with an accident," someone said from the other side.

I glared at Dharma, who is giving a cunning smile.

"You," I shouted and held his collar.

"If you want to see your wife alive, keep your anger in control, Mr. Dheer," Dharma said.

I left the hold on his collar for the safety of Mitra and went to the hospital.

"Mitra, what happened?" I asked Mitra, seeing her with a bandage to her head and ankle.

"Nothing, Dheer. It's just a small accident. Why did you come here leaving your work?"

"Look, I didn't come for you. I came here as a police officer to file the complaint," I said, seeing a spark of happiness in her eyes.

I don't want to give her wrong expectations about me or this relationship. But I care for her as she is an honest and sincere journalist who risks her life.

The doctor came to check on her.

"Doctor, how is Mitra?" I asked.

"Your wife is fine, Mr. Dheer. It's just a small injury. You can take her to home now," the doctor said.

"Thank you, doctor," I said.

"Mitra, I will clear the bill and will take you to home," I said.

"No need. I can handle it. You just go from here," Mitra shouted at me.

What's wrong with this girl? I noticed that the doctor and nurse were staring at us. I asked them to go out.

"What's wrong with you, Mitra? "

"Nothing. I don't want a police officer to pay the bill and take me to home. Of course, it's not his duty," Mitra said.

I smiled and went to clear the bill. I cleared the check and lifted Mitra in arms. She looked at me, shockingly. I ignored her expressions and made her sit in my vehicle and took her home. I again lifted her in arms and carried her inside, and placed her on the bed safely.

"Mitra, how did this accident happen?" I asked her.

"Mr. Dheer, I have no intention of filing complaint against anyone. I am a journalist. Trying to frighten me will have its own consequences, and I will show them what they are. If you leave me for a little while, I will rest," Mitra said.

I left the room and provided her the security at home. I started an investigation on this issue. I am sure Dharma is behind this.

Mitra is dealing with a case of a girl Asha who stays with Dharma. There is a talk that a few agents abducted Asha as a part of trafficking, and in that process, she reached to Dharma. Everyone says Dharma and Asha have an affair, but Dharma never responded to this. Mitra is trying to bring out the truth and free Asha from Dharma. If it comes out, then indeed, Dharma should resign from the ministry. So, he will try to go to any extent to stop her.