Author's Note: Mature content to come. Nothing too crazy, but discretion is advised.
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After two hours of flight, the Siddiqui family's private jet was about to touch down in Mumbai. Zoya was about to exit the plane when she bumped into Aditya at the exit. Their eyes met, and a mix of emotions crossed their faces. Zoya's eyes expressed deep gratitude, as Aditya had brought them back safely. But another part of her still held a grudge against him for the incident that morning.
Their gazes remained locked for a few seconds, filled with unspoken words, before they each went their separate ways, their hearts heavy.
Aditya, disappointed that he couldn't get the Ghalib book for Pooja, quickly bought her favorite flowers at the airport to make up for it. He started his car, his heart heavy, when his phone began to ring.
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*Back to the present*
*— Hello?*
*— Aditya Hooda Sir?*
*— Yes, that's me.*
*— I urge you to go immediately to Medicare Hospital in Mumbai.*
*— Why? What happened?*
*— Your wife, Pooja Mathur Hooda, has been in an accident. Your number was the last on the list...*
The words echoed in Aditya's mind like a thunderclap. What had happened? He had left Pooja in perfect health that morning. How could she have had an accident? No, there had to be a mistake. A multitude of questions and concerns swirled in his mind as he accelerated, breaking all traffic rules.
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Aditya arrived at the hospital, his heart racing. He rushed to the reception, anxiety gnawing at him.
*— I'm looking for my wife, Pooja Hooda Mam. She had an accident.*
*— Room 307.*
The number of kilometers Aditya had already traveled since that morning could have covered his training for the month. It's ironic, he thought to himself; just that morning, it was Zoya who was on his tail, and now he found himself here, chasing after Pooja.
*— Doctor, where is my wife? Where is Pooja?* he asked, breathless, anticipating an answer he dreaded.
*— I'm sorry, Mr. Hooda, but we couldn't save them.*
*— Them?* Aditya asked, confused and anxious.
*— Yes, Mr. Hooda, your wife was six weeks pregnant. I'm truly sorry.*
The doctor walked away, leaving Aditya stunned. He knelt on the floor in front of the room door, unable to face reality.
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Suddenly, flashbacks of their relationship began to flood his memory. Pooja was his best friend; he had known her forever.
He recalled the day he proposed to her, the promises exchanged around the sacred fire, the first time they made love, and their plans to travel to Dubai.
*— Why, Pooja, tell me why? Where were you going? You said you would wait for me patiently at home, that you had news to share. Look at how I find out I was going to be a father. Is this your way of loving me?*
The pain overwhelmed him. *— Pooja, no, you are not dead. I will find you; your heart cannot stop beating before mine.*
He opened the room door, determined to wake her up and prove to the world that Pooja would never have left him.
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On the other side, the Siddiqui family had just arrived at their loft. Yash was already waiting for Wasseem in his office.
*— Mr. Arora is already in your office,* Arshad announced to Wasseem.
*— Is Yash here?* Zoya asked excitedly. *But why isn't he coming to say hello to me? After all, I'm his future wife!*
*— Zoya, you'll talk to him later. For now, I need to discuss something important with your fiancé.*
Wasseem entered his office.
*— Yashhhh!* Wasseem extended his hand. *I'm not sure I understood what you were telling me on the phone.*
*— Wasseem, I found the perfect heart for Zoya,* Yash announced in a tone that was both excited and anxious, wiping his sweaty hands every two seconds.
*— How could you find a heart so quickly?* Wasseem asked, perplexed.
*— We received a patient today; she had a serious accident. Her heart's characteristics perfectly match Zoya's. And rubbing his neck, he added: lucky for us, she was on the organ donor list. I had no other choice,* Yash admitted, looking down.
*— You know how much I love your daughter.*
*— Yes, of course, I know how important she is to you,* Wasseem replied sarcastically.
*— It doesn't matter; the most important thing for me is my daughter's health. Thank you for proving that I can trust you by letting you marry her. When is the operation scheduled?*
*— Within 48 hours,* Yash said, his voice betraying a mix of guilt and accomplishment.
*— Let's go; there's someone outside who is eager to meet you.*
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*— Zoya, darling!*
*— Yashhh, I'm mad at you! You're home, and you prefer to meet my father first before me? I think instead of organizing our wedding, I'll organize yours first,* Zoya exclaimed, pinching his shoulder.
*— Come on, Zoya, don't be mad at me, darling. I have very good news for you!* Yash said, glancing at Wasseem for approval.
*— We found a compatible heart for you, darling, and the operation is scheduled in 48 hours.*
To say that Zoya was moved would be an understatement. Finally, the solution to her health problem, which had been troubling her for years, had found its resolution.
But she couldn't fully rejoice. Being heart-transplanted meant living with the anxiety that someone had lost their life for her to live. How could she be happy about this situation? As a psychologist, she knew it was a difficult process to accept.
*— But how, when, where? Who is the donor? Just yesterday, I was hopeless. What has changed in such a short time?* Zoya asked, concerned.
*— Zoya, don't worry about that, okay? Just focus on your recovery after the operation. Yash and I will handle the rest.*
*— But it's a great idea! Imagine all the things you could do after this operation; don't waste this chance,* Noor added enthusiastically.
*— But Noor, understand me, I need to at least know who the donor is and meet their family to thank them. Is it a woman, a man, an idiot, a worthless person, a psychopath...? Anyway, as a psychologist, I know all of this is important.*
*— Zoya, calm down,* Yash said, placing his palms on Zoya's cheeks. *Don't worry about that; just trust the magic of the present moment. Your father and I will take care of everything.*
*— Come on, let's go. I have your father's permission,* he whispered in her ear in a husky tone. *Let's go celebrate this good news.* His breath managed to channel Zoya's emotions.
*— Noor, I'm going out with Yash; I'll be back a little late.*
*— Okay, Zoya, have fun,* Noor replied.
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*In the hospital room*
*— Pooja, wake up, please. You can't leave me yet; my heart still needs your heart...* Aditya was trying to pull away the sheet covering her body, desperate to touch her skin, to feel her. *Poojaaa...*
Suddenly, he noticed a scar on Pooja's chest. *But where did this scar come from?* he wondered, perplexed. *So many nights exploring this body, and I never noticed this scar.*
*— Doctor! Doctor!* Aditya called out loudly. * kya hua? What is this scar?*
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Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF
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