Ahaan Kapoor
He once shattered her soul. Now, he's back again. But this time, he needs to win back not just her love, but the trust of both his girls. He's willing to go to any length for her forgiveness. He knows a good man would let her go, but he...
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I reach home around 7 PM, which is pretty early for me, but I can't shake this weird feeling about Zoya being alone. It's not that I don't trust her with Ahaan's family, but I guess it's just a mom thing. Instead of heading to my room, I move towards the hall when I hear commotion. A smile spreads across my face as I find Zoya cuddled up beside Rajiv Papa, watching some fruits dancing, which he is trying to mimic, hilariously if i must add. I catch Riya Maa trying hard not to burst into laughter at her husband's antics, but she fails miserably. I shake my head at their antics and move inside. I was worrying about nothing.
Riya Maa is the first to notice me as I enter. She shakes her head when she meets my amused eyes, as if trying to say not to mind them.
"Mama," Zoya yelps, finally noticing my presence.
I lift her and kiss her forehead when she makes grabby hands at me.
"You dance pretty well, Papa," I tease him.
"I was just entertaining her," he says with a shrug, looking embarrassed at being caught.
"Thank you," I whisper—it's not just for entertaining her, and from the way his eyes softened, he understood that.
"No need to be thankful; I'm doing this for my granddaughter," he says, patting my head lovingly, and then he goes towards his room.
"Freshen up; we will have dinner soon," Maa says with an understanding smile.
I nod and move towards my room.
"How was my baby's day?" I ask Zoya as I make my way to our room. This is enough for Zoya to start talking animatedly about her day—how she had ice cream with Ahaan (not khadoos, but whatever), she then played Legos with Vansh, who is not so good at it according to Zoya, then she went to the park with Parvati Dadi, and finally, she watched 'Hey Bear Sensor' with Papa and Maa.
"You had a pretty interesting day, Ms. Zoya Kashyap," I say, amused at how she was not left alone all day.
"Ms. Zoya Kashyap Kapoor," Zoya corrects me.
"Who taught you that?" I ask calmly, keeping the tremble out of my voice.
"Ahaan," she states, having no idea of my inner turmoil. I am going to fucking kill him. The audacity of this man. I have warned him to keep his games far away from Zoya, but here he is, playing the role of the perfect father the same way he pretended to be a perfect boyfriend. But look at us now.
"Does my baby like that?" I ask, disgusted with myself for expecting a no from her, hoping that she thinks I am enough for her. But I know I am not and will never be.
Her "Yes" felt like a punch in my gut.
"Mama, should I call him Dada now because you are my muma?" she looks up at me innocently.
"Zoya, sweetheart, calling someone 'Dada' is a big decision. It's not just about a name; it's about the relationship and the bond you share with that person, not just because he is my husband" I say with a small smile. I instantly feel like an evil bitch seeing her disappointed look, but I am scared—scared for her and for myself. This marriage is just for a year, but the way Zoya is quickly getting attached to everyone makes me feel like there won't be any such thing happening when the time comes. I would live in hell if that's where Zoya is happy. But am I really ready to live in that hell with Ahaan?
