He entered the house in the morning only to be welcomed by Pooja's fake smile. He felt a sharp stab in his heart the time he saw Pooja. He never knew why. There was something he felt wasn't right.

"Where were you last night?" She asked, as she came forward to stand in front of him.

"Huh. Actually. I got a new job yesterday. We were miffed up so I didn't tell you. Watchman of a grand hotel. I have alternate night duties. Like, one night, and the other day. They offered 18000 so I couldn't refuse." He lied as per his plan.

"Really? This is great." She hugged him tight in excitement. As she pulled back, he faked a smile.

"I did the night duty yesterday. So, it will be like, I'll be there with you alternatively. One day, One night."

"Fine. I don't mind. I am happy you're working hard." She held his hand.

"I love you Adi. Please, can't we just stop all the drama that we do quite often?" He felt as if she was pleading. No nerve of his heart was disturbed. It didn't increase it's pace. He had it all planned. He didn't need to worry for anything.

He forced a smile and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her as if agreeing to what she said.

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"I'm going Pooja. Bye." He stopped at the doorstep, biding a goodbye to her.

She kissed his hand softly with moist eyes. He didn't know why she was crying.

"Take care. Bye." She waved at him as he went away.

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"Where were you the whole day?" Zoya narrowed her eyes annoyingly as she questioned.

"I am so sorry. Wanna tell you something lady!" He exclaimed, joining his hands.

"I don't want to listem to anything. Who does this to your one day bride? Or better say, one night bride?" She folded her arms across her chest.

He inched closer, forcing her to step away. He kept on nearing her until she hit the wall. He clutched her waist, squeezing it a little. She looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that she failed to read everytime. She kept her hand on his collar as he pressed his body into hers.

"Ro..Rohan.." She murmured, turning her gaze away.

"You look beautiful when you are angry." He whispered huskily in her ear, sucking at her earlobe.

"I.. I.. Step.. aw..away." She managed to speak, unable to bear his sweet torture.

"I signed a new job yesterday. I'll have alternative night and day duties. One night with you and one without you." He shurgged, tracing her cheeks.

She furrowed her brows, sighing in disappointment. She quickly dragged him with her to the bed and made him sit beside her. She took his hand in hers,"Rohan. You don't need to do all this. I have a chance for you as an actor. You can act well, I see it. Please. Don't say no. I will talk to my producer tomorrow. The team can sign you as the lead in my upcoming music video." She looked in his eyes hopefully.

His mind did a little victory dance as he tried to not show his excitement. "No Zoya. Please. No." He faked his denail as she squeezed his hand. "Please. I know you will be able to do it. You have the guts. Trust me." She continued.

He smiled a little,"It's not about my talent. It's about you Zoya. I may prove to be a bad luck for you. I am unfortun..." He left his sentence in the middle as he felt her soft lips over his rough ones. His eyes widened as she smoothly pecked his lips twice. His heart fluttered, as his grip on her hand tightened.

She slowly pulled back, her eyes moist. "Dare you ever say that again. You are my lucky charm. My love, my life." She confessed, cupping his face.

No one ever told him that he was their lucky charm before in his entire life. He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly. Oh, how he just wanted to throw it out of his chest.

She hugged him, keeping her chin on his shoulder. His hands automatically wounded around her back, slowly caressing her wavy hair.

He plastered a smile as she pulled back. "So no more denials now. I am talking to my team tomorrow and that is final." She said, getting up. He slowly nodded making her smile wide.

She mouthed a small thank you before running out of the room to bring a mug of hot chocolate for him.

He smirked as soon as she left the room. "Thank you so much Ms Zoya Siddiqui." He mumbled, falling down on the bed with his arms spread.

Plan A of his conspiracy was successful.