Shourya PoV:

I looked at Diya. I remembered the day I saw her for the first time. Then as a daring and dashing journalist. Diya stood against many miseries of life, but today she lost her mental stability. Is it real or a nightmare? No, it's true. I must accept the fact that she is not okay. Only then I can help her to become normal. I held her hand again, but she tried to push me away.

"Diya, look at me," I said slowly.

"Who is Diya?" She asked me.

"You are Diya,"

"Diya?? Me?? Then who are you?"

"I am your husband," I said.

"Husband means?"

"Husband means...