The Love Algorithm - AdiYa FF

Chapter 3

Zoya gestured Aditya to watch her paint one sample picture, while Aditya stood near her and watched it.

Zoya took the brush and started mixing the colors, while her silver bangles tinkled. Zoya was trying to select the right brush, while Aditya just kept looking at her. He watched Zoya as she showed him the type of brush she was using, and she bit her lips while thinking about what picture to start with. She then started painting it, while Aditya just kept looking at her. Aditya, unknowing to him was observing the way, Zoya was painting instead of how she was painting. The colors on the painting reflected in her bright face.

Aditya's gaze softened as he watched Zoya, completely absorbed in her work. Her delicate fingers moved with precision, each stroke of the brush bringing the canvas to life, but it wasn't the painting that mesmerized him—it was her. The way her forehead crinkled in concentration, how her lips parted slightly as she thought, and the light sway of her silver bangles—it all captured his attention. Despite her being everything he usually avoided—strong-willed, outspoken, and fiercely independent—there was something about her that stirred something unfamiliar in him. 

Aditya's eyes lingered on the curve of her face, the softness of her features contrasting with the boldness of her spirit. He noticed how effortlessly her confidence radiated, a quiet strength in the way she moved, unapologetically herself. Her beauty wasn't just in the sharpness of her features or the glow of her skin, but in the fire behind her kohl-lined eyes—the determination, the passion. She wasn't afraid to challenge the world, or him, and that stirred something deep within him.

The way she bit her lip in thought, oblivious to the effect she had on him, made his breath catch. Zoya was different—so unlike the women he'd been drawn to before. There was a raw authenticity in her, a fierce independence that both captivated and confused him. Her beauty wasn't just in the way she looked but in the way she owned every moment, unafraid of judgment. For the first time, he found himself admiring a woman who didn't fit into the mold he once thought he desired, and that realization both unsettled and excited him.

Zoya smiled looking at the painting and looked at Aditya, and gestured with her eyes to look at it, while Aditya was still looking at her. She waved her hands in front of him, and Aditya quickly bucked up and looked at Zoya.

Zoya pointed out the painting, while Aditya looked at the painting and it was a perfect realistic picture of a woman sitting by the woods. Aditya smiled looking at it and realized Mahi was indeed right in telling her she was the best Indian Art Painter she knew. He looked at Zoya and gestured it was good, while Zoya smiled. Zoya looked at her watch and gestured it was time for her to go. Aditya nodded his head, while Zoya took her bag and walked out, while Aditya watched her leave.

Aditya quickly came out of his wandering thoughts and asked himself, "Was I checking her out? No no...this is not checking out. I was just seeing the way she paints, that's it. Why will I check her out...I was just looking at her."

Aditya looked at the painting and caressed it, as he said, "God has been so unfair to you. He gifted you with magic in your hands, but he snatched away your voice. Unfair!"

***

At night, Aditya was sitting on the balcony of his room looking at the trees, while his mind was still stuck at the visual of Zoya painting. Unknowingly that image affected him a lot. The leaves swaying in the tree reminded him of Zoya's earrings swaying in her ear.

"Booo!!!"

Aditya was startled and saw Yash and Arjun standing next to him.

"What are we seeing...Dr. Aditya Hooda staying up till late?" Arjun said and mimicked, "Staying up till late is not good for the eyes and health...and now who is staying up till 12 at the balcony?"