Aditya drove his car towards home from Pooja's apartment, his mind occupied with what Arjun said. Throwing a lavish party for Zoya's birthday means acting like the ideal couple in front of everybody...again. He sighed. He hated acting like the ideal husband in front of everyone...affectionately touching Zoya....showing how much he is in love with her.

The incident from this morning came rushing back to him. Zoya's downcast eyes, her gentle hands as she fixed his tie...those same hands caressing his bare chest as he passionately kissed her...

He clenched his jaw, suddenly remembering that fateful night two years ago. Even though that night was a blur, he still remembered the feel of her under him...her arms surrounding him...her legs wrapping around him...her scent intoxicating him. Anger rose in him like molten lava, threatening to spill. He made a rough turn, tires screeching, as he saw his house come into view.

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*Flashback*

Zoya swayed her hips as she walked down the ramp. When she reached the end, she posed...hips shot and a hand resting on it...her face oozing confidence...her stance bursting with attitude. She saw the cameras flash around her, and caught Aditya's eye, who was sitting on the front row.

He grinned, flashing that brilliant smile of his...dimple and all...and she knew the show was a success. She walked back down the ramp, turning and posing one last time, before disappearing backstage.

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"CHEERS!" everyone yelled and clinked glasses. The Zosh team was celebrating the success of yet another show at a local club. Manish Malhotra's current line was a major hit among foreigners, and the photographer from Vogue Paris was showing interest in the show stopper, also known as Zoya Siddiqui, the current face of Zosh.

Zoya sipped her martini as she chatted with Rajveer Khanna, a fellow model and a good friend.

"I'm so happy for you Zoya, the photographer from Vogue Paris is showing interest in you...that's such a good opportunity for you." Rajveer stated as he sipped his vodka.

Before Zoya could answer back, someone scoffed before an annoying voice spoke up, "Don't think that just because he showed interest you're going to actually be on the cover of Vogue. You neither have the talent nor the looks to pull it off."

Zoya and Rajveer turned to the owner of the voice, who was none other than Mahi Arora, Zoya's rival. Zoya calmly sipped her drink, ignoring Mahi's comment, but Rajveer wasn't as nice.

"And I suppose you have the talent and looks to be on the cover of Vogue? News flash babe...you're neither the face of Zosh nor the show stopper of the night. Zoya is. She will always be the better model." Rajveer smirked as he wiped Mahi's bitchy look off her face with his words.

Mahi huffed out an angry breath before walking away from them. "You shouldn't have been so mean Rajveer." Zoya said watching Mahi's retreating back. She never wanted to be bitter rivals with her, but Mahi always tried to outdo her, and after a certain point, Zoya gave up on making amends.

"Oh please Zoya, that girl needs to be put in her place. Anyways, let's stop talking about her. I wanna dance and you're gonna dance with me." Rajveer said, dragging a giggling Zoya on to the dance floor.

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At the bar, Aditya watched Zoya leave the dance floor after a few songs and head his way. He smiled at her as she plopped down on the seat next to him and picked up the martini she left unattended earlier.

After a sip she looked at Aditya and smiled back. "Thank you so much for everything. I'm here because you gave me the chance to prove myself." Zoya said in a grateful tone.

Aditya waved her off, "There's no need for that. You always were a super model...I just introduced you into my world. Besides, your Zosh's best at the moment...I should be thanking you for your hard work."

Zoya smiled at him, her heart fluttering a little when he smiled back at her. She has had the biggest crush on him since their first meeting. He was perfect in every way. He was handsome, successful, fun, kind, and not to mention ridiculously sexy...who wouldn't want to be with him?

Zoya took another sip of her martini and her head started spinning. "Whoa..." She said, gathering herself. "I think I had a bit too much to drink tonight. I should stop before I lose my senses." Zoya said, feeling a little dizzy as she set her half full drink aside.

"Here, let me finish your drink so it won't go to waste." Aditya downed the drink in one go and then went back to nursing his whiskey.

After a few more minutes of chit-chat, Aditya started to feel dizzy as well, his vision blurring suddenly. "Mr. Hooda...are you ok?" Zoya asked slightly concerned. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, before he fell forward. Panicked, Zoya quickly grabbed Aditya before he hit the floor and place his arm around her shoulder, supporting him.

Zoya looked around the club, trying to find Arjun so he could take Aditya home, but he was nowhere in sight. She then decided to take matters into her own hands and left with Aditya leaning on her.

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She stumbled into Aditya's bedroom, trying to support him as much as possible. She placed him on the bed and was about to leave when he grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of him.

"Mr. Hooda, please...you're drunk...what are you....?" Zoya began to say but was silenced when he placed a finger on her lips.

He then rolled so he could be on top of her and trailed a finger over her face. "You're so beautiful..." he slurred, his finger trailing from her forehead, over the curve of her nose, down to her lips.

Zoya inhaled sharply, captivated by his touch. His fingers left a trail of fire on her skin. She was feeling a little tipsy herself. Her inhibitions lowered, Zoya didn't think twice about pushing him away. All she thought was that maybe...maybe...her crush wasn't sided. That maybe...the Aditya Hooda was attracted to her too.

When Aditya finished his journey down Zoya's face, he looked into her eyes. They were just so green...so beautiful. Seeing that Zoya didn't push him away, Aditya lowered himself and captured her lips.

*Flashback End*

Zoya opened her eyes, coming back to the present as she felt Adiya fuss in her arms. She started whimpering a little, so she shifted her to her other breast and continued to breast feed her.

Aditya slammed the front door as he stepped into his mansion, anger still evident in his movements. He made his way upstairs to his and Zoya's bedroom, ready to scold her, for whatever reason. But much to his surprise, she wasn't in the room. 'Strange...it's almost 2 am, where could she be?' Aditya wondered.

Aditya then turned, his feet taking him to the nursery room. When he opened the door he saw Zoya on the rocking chair with Adiya. But what caught his attention was the cream colored skin of Zoya's breast as she fed his daughter. Aditya quickly diverted his gaze in order to not get caught staring at her.

Zoya quickly covered herself up as she heard the nursery door open. She felt shyness overcome her as her eyes landed on Aditya. Her eyes then met his icy cold orbs, and the warmth she felt earlier left her. 'Is he still mad about this morning?' Zoya wondered.

Aditya gave her the coldest stare he could muster, trying to avoid staring at her now covered breast. "We need to talk. Hurry up and put Adiya to sleep. I'll wait in the bedroom." With that said, Aditya left the nursery, leaving a very curious and nervous Zoya.

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He shook his head as he waited in the bedroom, trying to get the image of Zoya breast feeding Adiya out of his mind. He refused to believe that the sight affected him...that it slightly weakened his knees. The thought that Zoya had that power over him infuriated Aditya.

When he heard the door open, he got ready to insult her and say something spiteful. But the insult got caught in his throat. There goes that feeling again...the weakening of the knees as he watched Zoya come in with Adiya in her arms. Aditya clenched his jaw, battling that warm feeling...mad that Zoya affected him this way for the second time that day.

"I thought I told you to put her to sleep? Didn't I make it clear that I needed to talk to you?" Aditya spat, making Zoya flinch at his bitter tone.

"I'm...I'm sorry...it's just that....she...Adiya is restless tonight. I couldn't leave her by herself." Zoya stammered.

For a moment, Aditya forgot his hatred. His expression softened as he frowned, his eyes reflecting concern for his daughter. He went closer and touched Adiya's cheek.

"She doesn't seem to have fever. Did she eat properly today?" Aditya asked worried, not realizing the close distance between him and Zoya, as he caressed his Adiya's face. When Zoya didn't say anything, Aditya looked up to realize she was only a few inches away from him.

Zoya remained silent, completely aware of his closeness. She could even smell his cologne.

Aditya stepped back abruptly, clearing his throat. "Anyways, I wanted to tell you that you need to start planning your birthday party. The fashion world is expecting something lavish since you are my wife." His distant, icy cold tone back again.

Before Zoya could reply, Aditya turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Zoya sighed as she made her way to the bed. She placed Adiya in the middle and laid down on her side. She gently patted Adiya and hummed her a lullaby as both drifted off to sleep.

When Aditya came out from his shower, he saw his wife and daughter sleeping peacefully. He quietly slipped into his side of the bed to not disturb them, and turned his back to them, refusing to acknowledge the effect they had on him.

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Late into the night, Adiya fussed slightly in her sleep. A sleeping Aditya unconsciously turned and placed his hand over Zoya's, the same hand which she had over Adiya. Adiya stopped fussing when she felt the warmth of both her parents, and all three of them soundly slept for the rest of the night.