The door of the room clicked open and she held onto her dress tighter. She was nervous. She didn't know why. But may be this has to happen with every girl. It was their wedding night and there was something that she was fearing. No, it wasn't his closeness. It was something else. She couldn't understand.

"Zoya." He sat in front of her on the bed as she lifted her eyes up slowly.

He smiled and reached out to hold her hand.

"This is the best day of my life." He uttered, caressing her hand with his thumb. There was something she saw in his eyes that panicked her for a moment, but as soon as his words dawned on her, she smiled.

"I love you Rohan. Thank you so much for making my life beautiful." She confessed. He stiffened a bit, his arms tightening.

He shot a fake smile while she sniffed back her happy tears.

"You.. Go. Change." He said, getting up. She got out of the bed slowly and stood in front of him.

Soon, he found himself wrapped in her warmth and he forgot everything. Everytime, she was close to him, he would forget what his mission was. She always made him weak. He didn't know why.

She pulled back, looking up at him. His hands automatically moved to her earlobes, removing her earrings. Dragging his fingertips up to her forehead, he removed her hairclips and let her hair flow. Removing her necklace, he slowly massaged her forehead as she closed her eyes, feeling his touch.

"Change bhi karwaun?" He asked, playfully smiling.
(Should I make you change your clothes as well?)

Her mouth made a perfect O as she smacked his arm before grabbing her night dress and running towards the washroom.

His fake smile faded as soon as he saw her disappearing inside the washroom.

"What the hell!" He kicked off the shoes near him and grabbed his phone.

"Take her back to home." He left a message to the goons and opened Pooja's chat.

"I'll come tomorrow morning." He texted and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

He heard a click and she came out. As she began removing her makeup, he silently went to change.

Her smile never left her lips. She was may be the happiest and luckiest person according to her. It was ecstasy, that she felt. She felt blessed and that was where she was wrong, unaware of it too.

She grabbed her phone as she came back sitting on the edge of the bed. And then, it hit her. Pooja!

She immediately dialled her number as she senses him coming out.

"Rohan. Pooja isn't picking up. I am worried! Why wasn't she here?" She got up.

"Hey. It's okay. She must be busy somewhere. Have faith."

They heard the phone ringing and Zoya picked it up.

"Zo...! Zoya. I.. I am sorry." She heard Pooja even before she could say anything.

"Pooja. Pooja. Are you alright? Where are you?" She panicked.

"I am home now. Fine. Actually. Wo! I was kidnapped." She spoke from the other side of the phone.

"What? How? What happened? Oh God!"

Aditya's expressions remained firm as he carelessly lied on the bed.

"I don't know. I got out of the house to come to you. Someone dragged me away. I am still shocked. They just kept me there for some hours and then left me. Who does this? They didn't ask for any money or didn't even hurt me a bit. I was just locked in a room with my hands and legs tied. That's it." Pooja explained, sighing.

"Oh my God! Thank God you're safe. Huh!" Zoya thumped on the bed.

"Congratulations!" Pooja almost screamed.

"Aah! Thanks." Zoya pressed her lips into a thin smile.

"I am still worried Poo." Zoya spoke, lifting her legs up.

"Ugh. You are! Zoya, its your wedding night. Enjoy it! Come on." Pooja said.

Zoya smiled a bit. "Acha. I will talk to you later." She heard Pooja say and they hung up.

"Okay. So it's your wedding night and you are talking to your friend! Wow." He spoke as he saw her lying down at her place.

"I am sorry." She pouted.

"It's okay." He shot a smile.

She crawled to his place and snuggled closer into him. He stiffened but went with the flow. She kept on drawing patterns over his palm with her eyes closed and she soon dozed off.

He looked at her sleeping face, his jaw tightening. For a second, he felt pity for her, the girl whose life was made hell by him.

He runbed a tear that unknowingly escaped his eye and pushed herself lightly at a distance.

"I am sorry" slipped out of his mouth as he quickly closed his eyes to start his new, conspiring journey.