Edward Ryan's pov..

I couldn't believe the fact that she was possessive but one thing I was sure, when I thought about the conversation, the way Mia spoke would have definitely hurted her. I don't know what Diya would have assumed about me. Shit!! I didn't realise it at that time. Thinking of all this,

I rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, Diya opened the door with soapy sponge in her hands.

" Come in " she said and walked to the kitchen. I wanted to speak to her but I thought it would be better to freshen up first.
After the shower, I wore a blue
t-shirt and trousers and walked to the kitchen to see Diya cleaning.

"Actually" I started but was stopped when she said

" I have kept the dinner in the dining"

"Did you have dinner?"

" No. I will have after finishing this"

" Then, let me help you. We will have dinner together"

" No, it's ok. I can manage" she said and I just didn't reply. First, I need to resolve the past issue. I took a scrubber and started cleaning. We finished it in 10 minutes. There was nothing much to clean though.

She then started filling water in the jug and walked to the dining. I couldn't talk anything and just sat quietly, finishing the meal.

After having, I insisted in taking the dishes to the dishwasher and she let me do it. While I loaded the dishes

" Tell me, what is it?" She said startling me from standing behind

" hmm..How do you know I was about to ask you something?" I asked.

" You were obvious" She said. So, I could conclude she would have known by now, what I am about to speak.

" Actually..mmm.. I'm sorry. She was my classmate. Nothing else. I had no past relationships" God..what am I doing? I'm doomed. This is what John said not to show her that she was possessive.

" What? Did I ask you this? What made you think I'm angry at you for this reason?" she asked, glaring at me and standing against the kitchen counter with folded hands.

" You agree that you were angry and I didn't say which girl am referring to" I asked her closing the dishwasher.

" Yes. I know, I was obvious. When she was talking like that, you were just standing there listening to her" she said angrily and avoided the eye contact.

" Talking like what?" I asked, confused.

" You really don't know. She emphasized "that too an Asian". What's wrong in being a person from different country?" she asked and that moment I realised, she was possessive for one thing and angry for another reason.

" I really didn't know. Yes, I know am telling you a stupid reason but it's the truth. What she said was wrong. I should have talked back. Why would I marry you if am not okay with a person from other country? I didn't notice that. I'm sorry, Diya. I'm repeating this again, I don't regret our marriage and am giving it a chance" I said. On one side, I was sad that I didn't notice this. On the other side, I was happy that she is starting to show her emotions openly to me without any fear.

"It's ok. I agree that I was possessive. I didn't like her hitting you playfully and I know its nothing. I'm reacting too much" she said sighing. What?? She accepted that? I didn't expect this. One thing I like about her is she doesn't fight with me or argues continously, like in an irritating way. Her anger is also cute. I smiled mentally.

" No, it's not. Thanks for expressing your emotions openly to me"

" Mention not. I'm comfortable being with you. You make me speak without any fear. You don't restrict or control instead you encourage me to talk without judging me" she said smiling.

" To say these words, there should be greater understanding. Even though, we got recently married" I said and continued

"Can you atleast smile now? It's very hard to face your anger" I asked her with a smile.
She smiled widely hiding the blush. She always has a magical smile and a cute blush whenever she talks to me. I liked that

" So, how was your day?" She said walking to the hall and I followed her.

"It was just a normal day, nothing special. We three went to the Maria's during the break" I said.

" Maria's?"

" It's the coffee shop next to our hospital. The owner is such a sweet lady. She's like a grandmom to us. We know her since our Intern days" I said, remembering the days.

" oh..nice. I wish I could meet her" she said smiling.

" We will meet her one day. How was your day?"

" You know what? I talked to my friends today" she said excitedly.

" Divyya and Puja?"I said and she laughed.

"Why are you laughing? Did I say their names wrong?" But, I'm good at remembering names.

"The way you pronounced their names was funny" she said and controlled her laughter.

" But, yes. I was so happy to hear from them. Currently, Divya is an RJ and Pooja is doing her masters in Physics. I was happy to talk to them after a small gap" she said with a little sadness in her voice, while we heard a caller tune.

" It's mine" she stood up, trying to locate the sound. Finally, she took it and I saw her eyes widen.

" What happen?"

" No, it's my friends in video call"

" Then attend the call. Why are you hesitating? " I said getting up and took a step towards the room, to give her space.

" No wait. I'm comfortable with you being here" she said, leaving me surprised and I sat down. She attended the call and spoke in her language. I couldn't understand a single word obviously. The language was different actually.

My thoughts were distrubed when she came close to me hesitantly.

I actioned her asking "what?"

" uhmm..it's "

" say it"

" They want to meet you" she said hesitantly.

" oh okay, I will talk then" I said casually and saw her blinking. I think she didn't expect that.

She then sat next to me, a little close. This was the first time she is sitting next to me closely.

" This is Pooja and Divya" she said, showing them.

" Hii guys" I said, waving at them.

" OMG!! he looks hot" Divya said, looking at me leaving Diya and Pooja shocked. Diya gave a apologizing look. I didn't mind actually. We normally recognise the tone in which people talk. It was like Divya was open and didn't have anything evil.

"Sorry, don't mistake me" Divya apologized.

" It's totally fine. How are you?"

" I'm fine. Thanks"

" Mention not" I said smiling.

"Hi, How do I call you?" Pooja asked me.

" Hii. Call me Ryan. How are you?"

" I'm good. How are you?" asked Pooja.

" I'm good. Diya had told a lot about you both. Happy to see you all supportive and friendly with each other"

" Thanks, Ryan. Even Diya spoke a lot about you. We were worried about her all the time. But, now we are happy to see her marry a gentleman like you" Pooja said and I could see her genuinely happy.

" Thanks and to mention, I'm lucky to have a wife like her. She is generally calm, innocent and kind"

"I think, you both are lucky to have each other" Divya said smiling.

" Yes. So, how's life?"

We talked about a few things. After talking to them, I got to know that Divya is cheerful and Pooja is moreover silent like Diya. I can say they are great friends. They have the bond like John and linda and me. I felt comfortable talking to them may be because they are Diya's favourites. There were times when Divya mocked at us and Diya got embarrassed. It was actually funny. Later, we ended the call and Diya moved a bit and sat.

" Actually, Divya is really jovial and open that she doesn't know how to talk" she said awkwardly.

" It's absolutely fine. A person like her is needed in a gang to make it lively. You're lucky to have them" I told her and she smiled.

" I want our marriage pics" she asked shyly. I liked her saying "Our marriage". This is nothing and you may say am crazy. But, whatever she does, I feel something inside.

"It's with mom. She said she would send asap"

"Ok"

" Then, Diya" I said walking to the table and picked up the box.

"I got something for you. Open it"

She opened it to see

" It's really cute and I love it" she laughed. This is what I wanted to see. Her laugh, her happiness.

" But, you are not an idiot" she said with a small pout. " Thank you so much"

"Don't mention" I said and she smiled.

" Ok, then let's go sleep. Good night" I said and we walked to our rooms.

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