A/N: Guys, before I start the story I want tell you that this story is based on DaReya. So besides the main track of the story this story will contain many DaReya moments too. Moreover, for the first time through this story I'll be trying my hands at DUO moments. Dear guest, this story is for you as well as all the DaReya lovers out there. Hope you'll like it…

CHAPTER1: We're two and a half

"Shreya! Where were you? I had to ring the bell twice before you opened…" He said sounding concerned.

"I was in the kitchen dear. And relax. I'm fine." She said.

It's true that ever since their marriage six months back he has become overprotective of her. Or "fussy" as she might put it.

"I was just concerned." his words reflected his expression.

"I know." She smiled and headed back to the kitchen to get him a glass of water.

"How do I tell her?" He thought, "I don't want to leave her alone at this moment…"

Thinking this he went to the kitchen and stood behind her. She turned back and immediately bumped into him. Startled by his presence she almost dropped the glass to the floor until he steadied her.

"Daya! You scared the hell out of me." She said catching her breath.

"Shreya, you're supposed to be in bed, resting, and not doing chores around the house.: He said.

He had never liked the idea of her doing household chores, but for her, it was a practice ever since she had to the US to complete her graduation.

"Relax! I'm not sick. I'm just pregnant." She assured him.

"I know. I'm just concerned about you." He muttered.

She came closer and cupped his face in her hands. "Daya, I can look after myself. You just stay safe. That's the best that you can do for me." She said with a smile.

In reply he just gave a nod to assure her that he will. Then he put his hand on her protruding stomach as if to feel their baby.

"How long do I have to wait?" He asked.

"The doctor said still around a m0onth to go." She said with a smile. In reply he just knelt down in front of her a placed a kiss on her stomach.

"Papa loves you dear," He said almost in a cracked voice.

"Daya!" She said looking down at him, concerned. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Crying? Who? Me? I don't cry," He said hastily, controlling himself.

But Shreya knew when he was upset.

"Fine! Don't tell me. After all, why would you? You would've told me only if you loved me." She said with a mock pout.

"I do love you sweetheart; I'm just not sure how to say this to you." He said looking towards the floor. Shreya tried to kneel down beside him but gave up the idea immediately after she felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

"Aah!" She shrieked out making Daya jump up on his feet in a flash.

"Shreya! You see this is why I'm always concerned about you. Tumhe yo apna khayal rakhna ataa hi nahi hai."

"I'm sorry." She gave him a shy smile assuring him with her eyes, "By the way since when have you started thinking before saying anything to me?" She said putting her hands on her waist.

It's true that Daya never had to think much before saying anything to her, such was their relationship. But this time he wasn't sure how to raise the topic.

"Shreya!" He started, "I want you to leave for Mumbai immediately."

"NO WAY!" She almost shrieked. This is the very reaction that he knew he'd have to face. Yet, he dreaded it.

"Please Shreya, try to understand. You'll have the whole team there to look after you." He explained, desperate to make her see reason.

"But what about you? You'll be here and not there." She just wasn't ready to give up.

"Please Shreya, you'll be safe back there."

"I'm a CID Officer too!"

"If not for me then at least for our kid, I don't want anything to happen to you too."

Shreya let out a sigh. She had no other option but to agree to his words.

On the other hand,

There was a loud knock on the door. Father D'souza wondered who could be visiting him at such an unearthly hour. Still, he decided to open the door.

He was greeted with a cold smile the moment he opened it.

"I want the key to the lumber room." Said the man.

"Impossible! I'll never let the church be used for such a purpose." Father D'souza said.

"No? But we're used to having our way." Said the man in a singsong voice, "And we wouldn't mind finishing you off right here, right now." He started fitting a silencer on the nuzzle of his Smith & Wesson .38.

This sent a chill down Father D'souza's spine. Still he decided to stand up for his values. "Then go ahead, I'm not afraid of dying."

"Have it your way then," the man hadn't yet completed his words when there was a sudden flash of light and the next moment Father D'souza was on the ground lying in a pool of blood, dead.

The next morning,

Daya stood at the door of his bungalow watching Shreya as she took baby steps towards the car.

"I want to be with you too honey, but at this moment your safety is my priority.' He thought.

With one last look backwards, she waved him goodbye. With a smile, he too returned her wave, and the car started.

It hadn't yet gone out of his sight when the door of the church at the end of the road was flung open and bullets came hurtling towards the car.

Daya rushed inside to get his gun and started running towards the car. By the time he reached it the firing had stopped. He didn't need anyone to tell him who was responsible for the firing.

As soon as he opened the door, Shreya fell on his arms, her eyes closed.

A/N: Guys please let me know what you think about this. Should I continue or not. Please drop in a review. Because that's what encourages me to write. The next part will be based on the reviews that I receive.

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