Shourya PoV:

The next day I am packing my luggage to leave for that tribal area.

"Shourya," Diya called me so sweetly.

What happened to this girl? Last night she was so angry with me. But, today, she is so sweet. Why? What's that she is cooking up in her smart mind? Is it my innocent wife Diya or wise journalist Diya, who is talking to me? I gave a suspicious look to her raising my eyebrow.

"Why are you looking like that journalist Diya?" I asked.

Diya glared at me. Oh, so it's my innocent wife Diya who is talking to me at present. So, I should be sweet...