It's Not All Over ✔ [Completed]

It's Not All Over : Chapter 01

My another attempt on multichapter long story and it is only for you Daya is love(Blazingcrystal). I know I am bad at writing multichapter long stories but still I wish you would like it.

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The day had been difficult and long. No investigation, but Daya's absence had not been easy for Shreya. She kept thinking about the night she had spent in his arms, the happiness she had felt as he made love to her for the first time. Maybe even the last. Because of her and her fears. She had waited for this moment for years, dreamed of it too. And when she finally realized her mistake, it was too late. Daya was gone, certainly angry and hurt. She couldn't do anything, nothing before he returned.

She had tried to reach him several times during the day, but she always fell on the voicemail. Or he was just busy with this new business that had forced him to go to Bangalore. Just the idea that he was so far away from her after what she had told him this morning was difficult for her. But it had to be worse for him. It must have been difficult for him to take that step towards her, to declare himself, even without words.

She had known Daya long enough to know he wasn't comfortable with her feelings. Since his first breakup, he had refused to become attached to anyone for fear of suffering later. She understood it, it had not been easy for her either after the death of her mother, the abandonment of her father. She had always been afraid of becoming attached to anyone, for the same reasons Daya had. Yet her heart was beating for this man despite all the harm he had done her, unwittingly. And when he finally took the risk of revealing himself, she rejected him.

So to forget her pain, she began to reread the notes of the various cases she had handled since her arrival at the CID, Why? Just to occupy the mind, to forget. But it hadn't really worked. At noon, Siddhart had arrived, offering to go for a bite to eat. Although she decided to end their relationship, she didn't have the courage. If Daya didn't forgive her, she would find herself alone. And although it wasn't fair to Siddhart, she knew he wanted her. After all these years of celibacy, she didn't want to be alone anymore.

Siddhart was a good, caring man. She would have a good life with him, failing to have the one she dreamed of. Maybe she would manage to love him as he loved her. It would take time, but she would get it. At least she hoped so. It was her last chance to be happy, to have a married life, even if it wasn't with Daya.

So they had eaten together, but Shreya had felt bad the whole meal. Having slept with a Daya and then eating with Siddhart. But she hadn't had the heart to speak to him today, not until she had heard from Daya. She wanted to talk to him before she did anything that could change her life forever.

The rest of the day hadn't been any happier and she had waited impatiently to be able to return home and lock herself in her room. She didn't want to see anyone tonight, not to talk to anyone. Except Daya. She wanted to know that he didn't blame her too much, she wanted to explain her reasons, her fears. She wanted him to understand her and forgive her. She wanted him to give her a second chance, even though she didn't deserve it.

So now, alone in her room, she didn't know what to think. She had taken out the box containing Daya's letters, had reread them one after the other. She had relished Daya's tender words, when he was alone on the other side of the world, far from her. What wouldn't she have given to be able to join him, take him in her arms, tell him how much she loved him. But he had never given her the chance, never informed her where he was, not wanting to cause her any trouble.

Shreya put the last letter down on the bed next to her and closed her eyes. She saw again the look that Daya had placed on her the night before, the softness with which he had caressed her body, as if he was setting out to discover an unknown Earth. The tenderness of each of his gestures, the love he let pass through his lips and his fingers. She had returned her love to him with so much tenderness and gentleness, too happy to finally be able to have the right.