He Doesn't Love Me.... Or Does He?

Chapter 4

Rahul's POV:

I was seated in my office. Lost in deep thoughts...I have an awful past. How can I tell her? She is so sweet and innocent. I know, my feelings for her have changed and might be she too likes me but, will she accept me as her husband? After all that I have done to her on the first night of our marriage.

I went home that evening still in thoughts. I had an important paper in my hand which I was still not sure off, whether to give it to her or not to... I had many thoughts going in my head. This paper would decide my future..I rang the doorbell. She opened the door with a smile and let me in. I held her hand and placed the papers on her palm, curling her fists with my hands. I ran to my room and sat on the bed, burying my face in my hands.

I couldn't see her when I gave her the papers. She was smiling unknown to the fact that those were our divorce papers!! Yes, I was divorcing her not because I didn't like her but, because I didn't want her to be in pain. This is wrong!! I didn't have an option. I had too. Otherwise, she would be the one suffering.

Diya's POV:

I don't know what to do... I ... I like him and I think he does too but, I can't make out whether to tell him or not. And if he... if he asks me about my past then? What will I tell him? What will I do? I just can't understand...

It was almost evening when I sat on the couch and started reading a magazine. Just then the doorbell rang. I opened the door with a smile. After what happened today in the morning, this smile is evident. Rahul pressed a paper in my hand and walked inside. I looked back at him and then started reading the paper... As soon as I read the first four lines my smile faded. I rushed upstairs and found him sitting on the bed, burying his face in his hands.I knew he liked me my what he had done. He didn't hate me and I was sure about that but, then why was he doing this? I knelt in front of him, cupping his face with my hands and forcing him to look at me.