"Zoya Beta. Take care haan. Don't worry for us. Ap apne Kohinoor ko train kar ke jarahi hein na humara khayal rakhne ke liye. She is enough." Roshna spoke, kissing Zoya's forehead while Waseem smiled at her.
(You have trained your Kohinoor enough to take care of us)

Noor and Zoya laughed together. But then, tears brimmed in their eyes. They knew they will miss you each other a lot. A lot more!

The Siddiqui family was going back to their home in Musshorie. They had came here to attend Zoya's concert but unfortunately, Waseem and Roshna both caught severe flu and so they were not able to see their daughter sing live. Noor stayed back home to take care of them.

And now it was the time of their flight. It was exactly 8 at night. Biding a final goodbye, Zoya locked the door and hurried to change. She had to meet the new music producer who had signed a song with her.

Soon, the driver drove off with Zoya on the back seat.

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Aditya sat on the pavement at the corner of the street, holding his hair in his hands. He was tired of this boring life. This poverty was eating him up. And Pooja's over acting had always added to his irritations. Pooja was never wrong. She had always loved him though their marriage was purely arranged. But, Aditya had zero percent of even pity for her. He would sometimes act sweet, but that was just because he wasn't in the want of all the rubbish in his life.

He got up and kicked a stone. Oh! His habit of kicking things in anger. But then, he felt himself being thrown away. His body literally jumped and fell to a side. A white car was the last thing that he saw before everything blacked out.

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He opened his eyes and closed them several times before he was finally able to look at the off white ceiling clearly.

It took a few seconds for him to register the happenings. Before he could drift his eyes here and there, a voice touched his hearing sense,"Oh My God! Shukar Allah! Apne apni aankhein tou kholin. Hum kitna dar gaye thay." (Thank Allah! You opened your eyes. I was so afraid.)

He dragged his eyes beside him only to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching his hand tightly. The same girl, Pooja's friend, the famous Singer, Ms Zoya Siddiqui. Her closed and she was murmuring some Thank Yous to God.

He felt his body stiffening as her hold on his hand tightened. He silently kept on staring at her, thanking God that her eyes were closed or else he would have long drown in them.

She slowly opened her eyes only to meet another pair of the most expressive orbs she had ever seen. Composing herself, still holding his hand, she began,"Uh.. Actually. You. Got hit by my car. So.. I just brought you here. I hope you are fine now. Does it pain? Anywhere? Your head was slightly bleeding."

He couldn't form words to reply her. He was just not able to believe that he was lying on the bed of a celebrity. He got hit by the car of a celebrity and she brought him to her home to dress his wounds! Was he dreaming?

"Mister?" She asked again.

"Uhm. I.. I am.. I am okay. Alright." He said, trying to get up when his hand touched the soft blanket that had covered him. She helped him sit, and quickly left his hand, embarrassed.

"I'll just go, get milk for you. May be it will ease your pain." She spoke and ran out.

He ran his hands over the baby pink bedsheet that had covered the soft mattress. He couldn't focus on his wounds, neither his pain. He wasn't feeling anything. All he could see was the lavish room. The white curtains hung around the large windows. The soft mat spread neatly in between the comfy couches beside the large bed. The closed door of the attached bath gave him a luxurious feel. The cupboard was neatly closed. The book shelves beside the door had gold edges. The lamps on the side tables gave him major mansion feels. The A.C was making him feel colder. He couldn't help but ogle at all this madly. He was experiencing it for the very first time in his life. He had always slept on the wooden edged, hard beds without the mattress. A.C had always been his dreams. And having a fixed blanket which wasn't torn was what he couldn't even dream.

Since he started earning, he got a better lifestyle. A bit better. But it wasn't this. If anyone would see his house, they wouldn't be telling him that he was poor. But since he had always seen these celebrity houses and rich people closely, he had been insecure of his own life. He could be living happily with what he had. At least they could eat well three times a day. But his whole family, his dad's brothers and sisters had been rich. He had seen them closely. He couldn't help but get bored out of this poverty.

"Drink it. You will feel better." He heard her say, as she extended the glass towards him. He nodded slightly and took it.

She sat on the couch, not knowing what to do.

"So? Are you better?" She repeated.

"Yeah." This was all he could say.

"I am so sorry. You got hurt because of me." She apologized, fidgeting with her fingers.

"No. It's alright. In fact, I am surprised. Celebrities usually don't do all this." He shot a smile.

"Shit! I thought he didn't know me. But he does! Another breaking news." She talked to herself.

"Um no. Actually. We are also humans. At least I believe that we should respect everyone. Having a name doesn't mean you should be rude and arrogant. I am different." She finished, tucking a hair strand behind her ear.

"Indeed. You are different." He said like he was lost.

"So? Your name?" She asked. He couldn't believe. Why was she asking his name?

"Um. I am.. my name. My name is Rohan Hooda." He lied, he knew why. Something had worked in his mind. He didn't want her to know that he was Pooja's husband. He couldn't let her know.

"Oh! Nice to meet you Mr Hooda." She plastered a smile on her beautiful face.

"You are beautiful." He complimented, may be he was a fan of hers.

"Thank you." She could feel butterflies in her stomach as his strong gaze was fixed on her. She wouldn't be wrong if she said that she was attracted towards him. There was something about him that pulled her to him.

Same was the case with him. He had found her attractive. She was indeed beautiful. She had everything a guy would ask for.

May be, it was just infatuation. For both of them!