As months passed by, Diya, healed from the past...almost. Every Friday she goes to this group therapy, and it has worked it's magic so far. But I know that somewhere in these past months I have lost my Diya. She was with me, but it felt like she wasn't. Our life wasn't the same as it's was a few months ago. I haven't seen Davies since the day Diya talked to me. I wanted to ask him what did she tell him? How did he make her open up about her emotions?

But I guess, I will never know?

"Diya where are you going?" I asked.

"I am going out with friends. They are waiting for me outside, excuse me." She said making her way with her cane.

I glanced at her with a confused look, suddenly my eyes stopped on a person that I never expected to see. Davies!

I frantically walked outside but his car faded way quicker than I thought.

"What are you hiding Diya?" I murmured, confusedly.

"Thank you, Davies, for inviting me and my friends from the therapy group to your dinner party," I said as he guided me to my house.

"Your welcome!" He said taking my hand in his and leading me carefully.

"Good night," I said.

"Night, Diya."

After he left, I entered inside, with the help of my cane I started to navigate my way to my room.

"Where were you Diya?" His stern voice startled me.

I stopped at my place. "With my friends?" I replied reluctantly.

"Oh really? Friends or Davies!" He grabbed me by my shoulder.

"He's also a friend of mine..." I said.

"From how long?! Last time I checked he didn't even come to check on you!" He raised his voice, making me jump in fear.

"He came here almost every Friday to drop me home!"

"What? I never saw him!"

"Stop raising your voice at me!" I yelled removing myself from his grip.

"Don't make me then! I have noticed so many changes in you, sometimes it feels like that you are not the same person I fell in love with once...you're someone else." His voice cracked and the pain was evident.

I felt a sting in my heart, he was right I wasn't the same anymore I was changed, for worse!

"I am sleepy, good night," I said.

"Okay, let me help you to your room." He placed his hand on my waist as he led me to my room.

"Good night." He kissed my forehead softly before his footsteps faded.

I can't do this anymore! I am hurting him! I have to set him free, so he can find someone else who will love him!

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"Anuraag," My heartfelt heavy.

"Yes, Diya."

"I-i think we should talk." I hesitated.

"Talk? About what?"

"About our marriage. It's falling apart." I said.

He didn't say anything.

"I want a divorce!" I finally managed to say.

"Why?! Am I not good enough for you?!" His voice was filled with pain and sadness.

"You are more than enough but I am not enough for you! You deserve better! Someone—

"Enough! DIYA! I had enough!" He held me close. My heartbeat quickened when he hugged me without a warning.

"I love you! Only you! It's okay if you don't love me anymore!—

"You had promised me if I ever wanted to choose a different path then you will support me." I interrupted him as I distanced him from myself, breaking our hug.

"So this what you want?" He asked in defeat.

"Yes.." I replied in distress.

"Ok, I will divorce you...even If my heart hurts too!"

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"This is your flight tickets. And I have arranged everything for you...including your eyes treatments--please continue it. Consider it the last request from me.." he said squeezing my hand gently.

I nodded. "I will. Take care," Was I could manage to utter.

"You too."

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"Doctor, how long does she have to keep her bandage on?" Uncle asked.

"3-5 days," the doc replied.

It's been 6 months since I left him, but I haven't been the same. Sometimes I hear his melodic voice calling my name and sometimes I feel his arms around me, embracing but all in dreams.

Did I make the right choice? I don't know.

I have to learn to live with this regret that I will never able to spend my life with him. Maybe that was destined to be... but I am glad that I had the chance to live with him even for a few months as his wife. And I will always remain only his.

In 2 days I will able to see, I wish I could see him, I wanted him to see first.

"Diya, your food is ready, please have it dear," Aunt said.

"Thank you, I will."

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Today's morning felt like a new beginning...today I am getting my bandages removed and I am not excited but sad.

"Diya, are you ready?" The doc asked.

"Yes," I said.

Slowly taking all of the bandages, the doc allowed me to open my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked rapidly as my eyelids felt a little heavy.

I saw something...the image wasn't clear but I saw something or someone for the first time.

"I am sorry who are you? My family?" I asked confusedly.

He didn't say anything instead he smiled, his smile was beautiful? Is this how someone looks when they smile?

"Are you gonna tell me who are yo—

He took my hand in his hand and brought to his lips and kissed it softly. I felt something happening inside me...his touch felt familiar..too familiar to make me cry.

"Anuraag..." I whispered his name.

"Yes, love. You recognized me?" He smiled and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked.

"I am here, fulfilling your wish, you once said that you wanted to see me first when you regained your vision. And I have something to ask..." he said.

"What is it?"

"How did you recognized me?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Wrong answer! Try again." He smiled.

"Your touch...as soon as you touched me...I knew that's it's you..." I answered being sincerely honest.

"So you came here alone?" I asked.

"Yes,"

"What about your partner or something?" I said with little disappointment.

"She's right in front of me..." He touched my cheek.

"Anuraag...we can't be together—we are divorced."

"No, Diya, not "we" it's was you who divorced me...I never signed the papers...I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew my love is not that weak that it will break by one problem...I had fate in it. But I will sign the papers if you want me—

I placed my finger on his lips. "Will you shut up? You are making me cry! God! Here I thought that you will finally move on but..you waited for me...I am sorry! I shouldn't have asked you to divorce me in the first place." I said, with tears in my eyes. "These six months I have been living in regrets."

"Diya, ...will you give a second chance to our marriage?—will you marry me?!" He cupped my face and I met his gaze.

I nodded rapidly, trying to not cry anymore. "Y-Yes!" I managed to say. "I will marry you!"

As soon those words left her mouth my heart skipped a beat, I was happy, to have her back in my life. All along this is all I wanted, or more like needed—her—my happiness my love.

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Today Diya and I, are getting married, with the blessing of our respective families.

I stood at the Altar as saw her walking towards me with her slow and steady footsteps.

A shy smile was formed on her face which was gleaming through her beautiful eyes.

With each step as she got closer my heart started to beat against my chest as it did when I meet her before—our first meeting.

I extended my hand to her. "You look beautiful.." I said softly.

"Thank you." She replied taking my hand and standing by me.

Her hand was in mine, as we circled around the holy fire, exchanging vows—this time in a more genuine way. No force—no difficult Circumstances. Just her and I. And love.

I still couldn't believe that life has given me one more chance to live with. How can he love me so much, when I treated him like a stranger?! When I was leaving him when his hand slipped from my hand—I wanted to cry, but my emotions were locked inside me. Davies made me see Anuraag's love but I couldn't—it wasn't like that the baby was the only mine...it was his baby too...I know he must have hurt the same as I did, but he never showed, thinking it would break me...But today we are starting our new life—with trust and love.

"Anuraag, before you put the Vermillion on my forehead. I want to apologize for my past mistakes—for hurting you." I said in a low voice.

"That's all in the past...honestly I am dying to be your husband!" He said, making me smile.

I closed my eyes as he applied the vermillion on my forehead, unable to hold back my emotions, a tear slid through my eyelashes and landed on his hand. he looked at me with pure love and understanding.

"You are finally going to be mine...and trust me when I say this.. that I wouldn't let go of you this time," he whispered in my ear.

"What are you guys talking about?!" Anjali asked in teasing voice.

"N-nothing di!" He said nervously and tied the nuptial chain around my neck.

Completing the ritual, the priest announced us a wedded couple, with the blessings of our elders.