Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Prologue

— Hello?
— Aditya Hooda Sir ?
— Yes, it's me.
— I urge you to go immediately to the Medicare Hospital in Mumbai.
— Kya? Kya hua?
— Your wife, Pooja Mathur Hooda, has been in an accident. Your number was the last on the list...

Aditya's heart stopped for a moment. He immediately hung up, his heart racing, his trembling hands on the steering wheel as he abruptly turned toward the hospital. Anxiety overwhelmed him; every second felt like an eternity. The city lights filtered through the windows of his car, but he saw nothing but Pooja's face, his love, his support, his best friend.

A Few Hours Earlier...

Zoya's Life

The cool breeze caressed the mountains and hills of Mussoorie, offering a breathtaking view. The sun's rays pierced through the clouds, illuminating the lush landscape. Zoya, 26, stood on the balcony of her room in her family mansion, admiring the scenery. Every morning, this view reminded her why she loved her hometown so much. But today, a slight melancholy overwhelmed her. Why was she hesitating to move to Mumbai to marry Yash, the man she loved?

She returned to her bed, waiting to be awakened by her father, a ritual she cherished.

— Zoya, Beti, wake up! Wasseem's voice, her father, echoed through the house. You're getting married soon, and you're still sleeping until 10 in the morning!
— Abbu, just 3 more minutes!

Wasseem fondly remembered the days when little Zoya always asked for "3 more minutes." It was a habit she had kept, and it made him smile. But today, he was determined to get her out of bed.

— Come on, Abbu, I'm on leave, I'm not working, and Yash isn't even in town. Why should I get up early?
— Alright, my daughter, do it for your cousin Noor, who is already here. You need to go shopping for the wedding.
— Noor is already here?

Before he could finish his sentence, Noor entered the room, diving onto the bed.

— Zoya, I came with catalogs of the latest wedding fashion trends. You're going to look stunning!
— You seem more excited than I am; it's like you want to get married at the same time as me!
— Yes, that would be great, but I just need the groom!

The three burst into laughter, and Zoya, realizing she couldn't escape this day, finally got up.

Wasseem had a close relationship with Zoya. He always protected her, perhaps because of her fragile health. She was the apple of his eye. This marriage to Yash was Zoya's decision, and since he never refused anything to his daughter, he accepted Yash as a godson.

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— Good morning, baby, how are you this morning? Zoya sent a message to Yash.
— I'm fine, my love. I can't wait to see you. I'm on duty for the rest of the week, but if you could come see me in Mumbai, you'd make me the happiest man on the planet.
— Okay, I'll think about it. Zoya replied with a thoughtful emoji. — Kisses, I love you! She added some playful emojis.

Yash lived between Mumbai and Mussoorie. After his medical studies, he started working at Medicare Hospital. Thanks to the unwavering support of Wasseem Siddiqui, he quickly became the hospital's director. He was an outsider, having entered medical school as a scholarship student, and he had made a name for himself in society thanks to Zoya.

Zoya had finished her shower and joined her father, her cousin, and other family members in the sumptuous dining room of the Siddiqui mansion. The walls were adorned with paintings depicting landscapes of Mussoorie, and a large solid wood table was set for breakfast.

— Thank you, said Zoya, as the butler served her breakfast. Tell me, what time are we leaving? I'm so excited!
— If you want, I can call the store manager to reserve the shop for a few hours, so you won't be disturbed.
— No, Abbu, thank you. You know I don't like that kind of special treatment. It's fine, I'll go with Noor, and I'll drive.
— But Zoya, understand me, I just want you to be at ease.
— Abbu, stop worrying for nothing, I'll be fine...

He took one of her hands in his, and Zoya covered it with the other, making a reassuring face. Wasseem playfully pinched her cheek as a sign of blessing.

Aditya's Life

Hundreds of kilometers away, Aditya Hooda, a young 27-year-old pilot, was preparing for a flight. His perfectly fitted pilot's uniform gave him a charismatic look.

— But Pooja, come on, tell me what's so important that you have to say.
— Adi, you're late! You need to join the airline now. Your flight is scheduled in less than 2 hours, and you know the traffic in Mumbai!

Aditya pouted, pulling Pooja into his arms. He tenderly kissed her neck, then her ear. Just as he was about to seal his lips against hers, Pooja pushed him away.

— You're going to be late!
— I promise that when you return, I'll be there with news that will change our lives forever.
— I will wait for you, Mr. Aditya Hooda.
— I love you, Mrs. Pooja Aditya Hooda.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and picked up his briefcase, heading to the airport.

At the airport, Aditya Hooda walked confidently, under the admiring and envious gazes of the flight attendants. It made him laugh, and he didn't care because his heart belonged to Pooja.

— Hello everyone, this is Aditya Hooda, your captain heading to Kathmandu. Fasten your seatbelts; we're taking off in 5 minutes.

As he gained altitude, an unexpected storm arose. The turbulence shook the plane, and suddenly, the control center's intercom crackled to life.

— Captain Hooda, you need to make an emergency landing. The nearest airport is Dehradun.
— Roger that.

A Crossed Destiny

After an emergency landing, Aditya found himself stuck at the airport, his mind preoccupied with Pooja and the news she wanted to share with him. What am I going to do here, stuck at the airport for so long?

— There's downtown Mussoorie just a few minutes away. Why don't you go take a look? Plus, you told me Pooja had a surprise for you. Why not buy her something in return? suggested Ashish, Aditya's co-pilot.
— That's a great idea, thanks, bro.

— Come on, Noor, just 3 minutes, I'm going to grab a book and then we'll go to the clothing store.
— But Zoya...
— Wait for me here, I'll be back in a jiffy.

Zoya was passionate about reading, especially poetry. It was her moment. The book she was currently reading was coming to an end, and she needed another.

Her gaze fell on the poetry collection *Diwan-e-Ghalib*. At that moment, she knew she wanted it.

— Let go of that! What are you doing? It's mine; I touched it first!
— And I saw it first!

Aditya had entered the same bookstore, looking for a gift for Pooja. Strangely, she was also a fan of poetry, although he hated it. This Ghalib collection was a limited edition, and it was an incredible chance to find it there. He wouldn't let Zoya take the book.

Their eyes met, and a palpable tension settled between them.

— Listen, madam, we got off on the wrong foot. I need this book for a special person. It would be the perfect gift for her. This book is on her bucket list. Don't you have a heart?* asked Aditya, a bit desperate.
Zoya felt a little guilty at this mention, but she wasn't going to soften.
— Well, no, I literally don't have one... I need this book much more than you do.

— I'm sorry, madam, but you leave me no choice. Before Zoya could respond, he snatched the book from her hands, ran to the cash register, and threw some bills on the counter before hurrying away.

— Wait, stop!  Zoya started running after him. Out of breath, she had never run so much since her health issues, but Aditya was running even faster. Zoya knew the streets of Mussoorie like the back of her hand and decided to take a shortcut. Noor, still in the car, saw Zoya running after someone and hurriedly got out, calling her name.

— Zoya! Zo... ZO!

Zoya found herself face to face with Aditya, who thought he had lost her. She tapped him on the back from behind, shouting: