A/n: Hello everyone. Happy Valentine's Day. Here's a new chapter for you all.
Warning: Matured content ahead. If you are not comfortable with it then please don't read any further.
"Congratulations officer, you're a father to a daughter now."Said the doctor. "The nurse will get the Birth Certificate. We need your signature on it." He added.
Daya relaxed a bit. "Can I see them?" He asked hopefully.
"No. It's a premature delivery. Your daughter has been kept on ventilation." Said the doctor, Dr Kapoor.
"And my wife?" Daya asked.
"She's been kept on life support. It's impossible to conclude on anything before 72 hours." Said Dr. Kapoor and left Daya's room.
Daya looked around and saw ACP Chauhan, Abhijeet and Tarika standing there. He was happy and sad at the same time.
A new relationship had come in his life. But, two of the three relationships he valued the most in his life were in danger, fighting for their lives.
TWO DAYS LATER
Daya was sitting beside a comatose Shreya when the doctor came to visit him.
"I need to have a word with you officer." He said solemnly.
Daya could sense that he was about to receive some bad news and mentally prepared himself for it.
"We could not save you daughter, officer." Said Dr. Kapoor. He went on to apologize for not being able to save the baby, none of which reached Daya's ears.
Whatever little hope Daya had of having a perfect little family with Shreya was leaving him. He hated himself for feeling more sad at not being able to have his perfectly happy ending than for the loss of his child. He felt like a child being cheated out of a promised treat. He still remembered how reluctantly Shreya had let him be a part of her life.
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
He could sense a tension in the air as soon as he stepped inside his office. He could feels the stares on him as well as hear the whisperings. But he decided to shake it off and went inside his chamber. It was not until two hours later that he realized what all the whisperings were about. A familiar voice had asked for his permission to enter his chamber. He had looked up hopefully and was not disappointed with what he saw.
"Inspector Shreya reporting on duty sir." Her voice had sounded strictly professional.
It was at the end of the day that he got a chance to talk to her. He had managed to finish his work early that day and patiently waited for Shreya to do the same. He had approached her as soon as she was ready to leave.
"Come home with me?" He had asked her.
"I've requested for a separate quarter." She said without meeting his gaze.
"Please Shreya.' He had pleaded.
It took her a while to decide before he agreed to accompany him. The journey was absolutely silent. Shreya said nothing and quietly followed Daya inside when they reached his house. Once inside, she looked around and found that the house looked more or less the same when she had been there the last time, except for a life size portrait of them together, taken during Diwali. Daya had decided to enlarge it and hang it in the parlor, a cozy den that they had created.
"Why are you doing all these things Daya? You should move on." Shreya said pointing towards the portrait. However, she felt a pang in her heart as she said this.
"These memories are all that I have." He said, before heading to the kitchenette to prepare coffee.
It was after their dinner when they sat on the porch sipping red wine that decided to tell Shreya that he still loved her, no matter what she would say. It was not unexpected when Shreya told him that he could not be with him, not after all that he did. In reply Daya had pressed his lips to hers. Even though reluctant at first, Shreya decided to kiss him back It was not long after that they found themselves in each other's arms. Neither was it a soft, romantic love-making that they had always enjoyed. Instead it was a frantic lust filled one, which told Shreya how much Daya had missed her. Daya had held onto her long after they reached the peak (as if afraid that she would vanish if he let her go) occasionally brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from her face or kissing her forehead affectionately and enjoying the silence. After a while he had whispered to her which she knew he would eventually say.
"Come back to me, Shreya. Please. I need you." He had said in a hoarse whisper.
Her heart told her to forgive him and go back to her Daya but a classic spoilsport called brain decided to wake up from its slumber at that moment and show her all the reasons why she should not comply.
Finally, the conflict between her brain and her heart got too tedious for her to handle. She surrendered herself to Sleep who took her to the land of dreams, hoping that there she would be able to find all the answers that she desired.
It was already morning when she woke up. As she got dressed, she realized that the house was wrapped in an uncanny silence. She sighed in relief hoping that Daya had left and she would not have to give him an answer after all. But her relief was short-lived when he walked in carrying a breakfast tray, which he had set down in front of her. He kept on looking at her expectantly. Finally, she decided to tell him the truth.
"I'm pregnant Daya." She said.
Daya had looked startled by the sudden news.
"Since when?" He asked, sadness creeping up on his voice.
"For the last three months." Shreya said.
"Marry me, Shreya. At least for the sake of our child." Daya had pleaded.
Shreya knew that he was right. Even though she despised the idea of being married to Daya, her child should have a chance to know his father.
"Fine!" She had said. "I'm only doing this for our child."
PRESENT DAY
And now everything is over. The reason that had held them together was gone. Daya dreaded the moment when shreya would regain her consciousness. He did not know how he would face her. It's true that Abhijeet and Tarika would always be there for him. But the more he would spent time with them, the more their love would make him realize how much he wanted to have a family of his own.
A/n: Okay! This chapter is meant to be a surprise for Katiiy, Daya's Girl, Kia Mehra… Huh! Forget it! The list is too long and I'm too lazy to type any further. This is a surprise gift for all of you who managed to read this far. *grins proudly*