Shourya PoV:

Diya returned home from the office. After reading the case, I sat on the chair, thinking deeply about the ways to find out the culprit. Diya came with the coffee.

"Coffee," Diya said in a shallow tone.

After two weeks, Diya talked to me. Such a delight to my heart! Does Diya know how much I missed her talk?

"Thanks," I said and snatched the cup from her hands.

Diya looked at me and held her ears.

"I am sorry, Shourya. Please talk to me," Diya said with a pout.

What? Diya herself stopped talking to me. I didn't say even a word to her. I never utter...