They fell silent. A peaceful silence. No one said anything. No one needed to say anything. They sat calmly, holding their phones and listening to each other's breath. After sometime, Divya broke the silence and spoke, ""

Speaking these words, Divya looked at her mobile screen and smiled. Eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, Abhishek looked cuter than a baby when he was asleep. Yes, she had made her confession to his sleeping form. She could have never been able to confess it to him, while he was awake.

She cut the call and laid down beside her sleeping daughter. A week into the marriage and she was falling for her husband. She did not know what attracted her to him but there was something - something that always made her think about him, something that made her crave for his company.

These feelings were new to her. She had never experienced them with Abhay in the one year of their marriage. It was not at all surprising. Abhay was nowhere near Abhishek. They had nothing in common. In fact, comparing Abhay with Abhishek, in her opinion, was equal to insulting the latter.

She remembered how she was unwilling to marry Abhishek, how she had promised to show him the hell on earth. She chuckled. Had she known him then, she would have dragged him to the altar for marriage.

Divya and Abhishek were sitting in the balcony, talking and laughing. They were busy sharing their past life with each other. Suddenly, Divya told Abhay, "Do you know that I had sworn to show you hell on earth?" She chuckled at the memory. Abhishek sat down on his knees, in front of her and said, "Please forgive me. Please have mercy on this innocent man. I have a small daughter. Please."

She chuckled at the memory. Abhishek was a drama-king. She often made fun of him saying that he should have been working in the theater.

Sleep was far away from her. Not knowing what to do, she got up and took her notepad and began sketching a design for t-shirt. Hours passed and a new day began.

Everyone was still in their rooms. The house was in silence and darkness. The door of 'Diya' opened and entered Abhishek, smiling to himself. He had not told anyone, the exact time of his arrival. Closing the door behind himself, he went to his room.

He was greeted by silence. Diya was sleeping peacefully on the bed. While Divya had slept in the sleeping position itself. Looking at the notepad in her hand, Abhishek judged that she had been designing. He smiled. Keeping his bag, he went and kissed his daughter's forehead. He opened his bag and placed a wrapped gift near her.

He moved towards Divya and sat down next to her. He took the notepad and kept it on the side table and made her lay down. He took all his time, observing every feature of her beautiful face. A day apart and he felt like he hadn't seen her since a century. He kept on looking at her and thought, "Fall for me soon, Divya. I can't wait to hold you in my arms."

He noticed a small frown on Divya's forehead. He did not like it. Nothing should trouble his wife. He started massaging her forehead gently. Divya relaxed. A smile replaced the frown. Seeing her smile, Abhishek too smiled. He was hopelessly in love with her.

But then something strange happened. Divya opened her eyes and looked at Abhishek's face. She spoke. And what she spoke was not expected by Abhishek.

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The author is currently hiding, afraid that she might be killed for spoiling the fun in the beginning and leaving the readers in suspense at the end. 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈