Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 5 : Call Me Adi-tya

**— You here? I can't believe it, it's you, my patient.** Zoya was stunned, her heart racing. **The world is really small. Please, have a seat.** She struggled to hide her surprise at seeing the Kamzarf Insaan from Mussoorie, the one who had left an indelible mark in her memory.

She picked up the file on her desk, her gaze slightly fixed on him as she finally discovered the name of the man standing before her. **— So, Mr. Aditya Hooda, tell me how I can help you.**

**— Listen, ma'am...** Aditya began, masking his embarrassment, his gaze evasive.

**— Madam Zoya, Zoya Siddiqui,** she corrected, a nervous smile on her lips, trying to break the ice.

**— Okay, whatever you want. I just need a psychological medical opinion stating that I am fit to return to my job at the airline. I piloted the plane that brought you back safely to Mumbai; you know what I'm capable of.**

Zoya felt a wave of concern wash over her. **— Mr. Hooda, calm down, your hands are shaking.** She gently approached, trying to take his hands to soothe him. **— Can you tell me why your superiors require this medical opinion? What happened to you?**

But Aditya recoiled, a look of anger and pain in his eyes. **— Don't touch me!** he shouted, his eyes blazing with fury. **I think it was a mistake to come here!**

**— Mr. Hooda, Aditya...** Zoya called his name, trying to hold him back, but he seemed lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Since she had started her career as a psychologist, she had seen many patients, each with their own struggles. But Aditya was different. Why was he so troubled? What had happened to him? Zoya was genuinely concerned. For now, she couldn't do anything for him if he didn't want to let himself be helped.

Aditya stepped out of the booth, his heart heavy, as if he were caught in an inner storm. **Why does my heart race at the sight of Zoya?** he wondered, perplexed. It was as if his heart was trying to reveal something to him, but what? **Why did it have to be this girl? I can't stand her,** he thought, anger boiling within him.

But why wouldn't I be able to stand her? She hasn't done anything to me. **I feel like instead of seeing a psychologist, I'll soon end up in an asylum,** he told himself, discomfort washing over him.

Zoya, on her side, stood there, confronted by the pain she had just seen in Aditya. She had wanted to help him, but Aditya's anger was palpable, and she didn't understand why he was reacting this way. **What happened to him? Why is he so angry?** she wondered, perplexed and worried.

Her psychologist's heart felt helpless, but her human heart wanted to understand.

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**— Hello, Rajveer, tell me, my brother, do you have any news regarding our case? I feel like I'm going to go crazy.**

**— I've tried to sift through the Medicare Hospital file, and so far, they've never faced this type of scandal. The owner of the hospital, Wasseem Siddiqui, is a very respected person,** Rajveer replied, his deep voice resonating through the phone.

**— Siddiqui, you said...?** Aditya straightened up, his ears perked at the mention of the name.

**— Yes, Wasseem Siddiqui,** Rajveer confirmed. **His daughter is soon to marry the hospital director, Yash Arora. I think this Yash knows more than he pretends. We should investigate him.**

Suddenly, Arjun's words echoed in Aditya's mind. **It might be a good idea to continue therapy with this psychologist, this "queen urdu." She is close to Yash Arora; maybe I'll find something.**

**— Okay, Rajveer, thanks for the information. Let's stay in touch about the case.** Aditya hung up, his mind racing.

**Now, how do I apologize to her? What does she think of me?** he wondered, a wave of guilt washing over him. He got out of his car, determined to head to Zoya's booth.

**— Hello, ma'am,** he said, addressing Zoya's secretary, Akansha.

**— Uh, excuse me, I had an appointment a little earlier with... uh, Madam Zoya, but I had to deal with an important issue. Can you reschedule another appointment?**

**— Yes, of course, but it won't be possible today, as Madam has gone out for lunch with her fiancé and to make some arrangements for her wedding. I don't think she'll be back for the day; she has no more appointments...** Akansha explained, a sorry look on her face.

Aditya felt a dull irritation rising within him. **— Okay, please schedule me for tomorrow first thing.**

**— Yes, of course, sir,** Akansha replied, noting the request.

**But who does this girl think she is?** Aditya thought, frustrated. **I need her, and madam is having lunch peacefully with her fiancé. And why does it concern me, anyway?** He shook his head, trying to chase away his thoughts. **Anyway, we'll handle this tomorrow.**

As he left the office, a part of him felt guilty about his attitude. He knew he should apologize, but anger and confusion prevented him from seeing clearly. **Why do I care so much about what she thinks of me?** he wondered, perplexed.

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**— Yash, what do you think of the blue and white themed wedding?** Zoya was enthusiastic, her eyes sparkling with excitement. **You know how much I love white roses. I want a path of roses leading to the altar of our wedding.**

**— But Zoya, we hired Zosh Events to organize the entire wedding. Your ideas are mine; I'm giving you free rein,** Yash replied, a bit thoughtful, his mind clearly elsewhere.

**— No, Yash, the wedding is about two people! What's going on with you? Yesterday, you complained that I wasn't interested in the preparations, and today, you seem distracted.** She gently tugged at his arms, trying to capture his attention.

**— Yashhhhh... what's this?** she asked, her gaze falling on a scar on his arm. **Since when do you have that, and how did you cut yourself? It looks deep.**

**— Uh, I cut myself during a surgical procedure. You know, for us gynecologists, it happens quite often,** Yash replied hastily, trying to mask his discomfort.

**— You yourself?** Zoya asked, skeptical. The location of the wound on his arm suggested that it would have been difficult to injure himself that way alone. His excuse was flimsy, and Zoya, as a psychologist, couldn't help but notice. Yet, she had promised herself never to delve into her fiancé's mind, wanting their relationship to be based on trust.

**— By the way, today I met my new patient. It's a guy, Aditya Hooda,** Zoya announced, hoping to change the subject.

**— Aditya Hooda, you said?** Yash straightened up, alertness in his voice.

**— Yes, why?** Zoya asked, surprised by his reaction.

**— That man is crazy. I don't want you to take him on,** Yash said firmly.

**— But why? That psychopath attacked me recently at the hospital. He's a lunatic; he belongs in an asylum!** Yash retorted, anger in his voice.

**— And why would he have attacked you?** Zoya was perplexed, trying to understand.

Yash began to think. He couldn't tell Zoya about the incident with Aditya and Pooja; it would have brought up the delicate subject of organ donation. And God knows how much he had avoided that topic in recent days during Zoya's questioning.

He snapped out of his thoughts. **— I'm telling you that this man is crazy, and all you can do is defend him. Anyway, I forbid you to take him on, that lunatic.**

**— I'm sorry, but Yash, you can't forbid me anything regarding my work. And anyway, I don't think Aditya will come back. He's not very keen on the idea of therapy; he's here out of obligation.**

**— You know my opinion on the matter. If we're done, I'll take you home,** Yash said, visibly annoyed.

Zoya, on the other hand, felt troubled. She thought it was her who had changed after her operation, but Yash didn't seem to be the same.

**— Yashhh,** Zoya asked, **are we okay?**

**— Yes, of course,** he replied, nodding his head, but his gaze betrayed another reality. Zoya felt a palpable tension between them, a distance she couldn't ignore.

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**— Arjun, I met your psychologist today. Unfortunately, everything didn't go as planned,** Aditya announced as he entered his home, throwing his keys on the coffee table near the door.

**— But what did you tell her?** Arjun asked, a questioning look on his face.

**— Why do you imply that it would be my fault?** Aditya retorted, a hint of defiance in his voice.

**— Because I know you, Adi.**

**— It's not my problem if she's snobby. She left me hanging for a romantic dinner with that jerk.**

**— Are you jealous, Bro?** Arjun couldn't help but smile, amused by the situation.

**— What kind of stupid joke is that? Stop it, Arjun, I'm married.**

**— It's true that Zoya is very pretty,** Arjun admitted, a teasing look on his face. **I wanted to try something with her, but I quickly realized she was the damn Pluto for me and that she was very much in love with her jerk, as you call him.**

Aditya grimaced at the mention of Yash. **— That guy doesn't inspire me with confidence. I suspect him in Pooja's case.** He paused, then asked, **— By the way, how do you know Zoya?**

**— We worked together on a case. She was following a client I was defending, accused of murder. She's really very good at her job.**

Aditya nodded, thoughtful. **— We'll see about that tomorrow. If she's as good as you say...** A smile crept onto his face at the thought of seeing Zoya again.

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**Knock knock.**

**— Yes, come in!** Zoya looked up from her desk as Aditya pushed the door to her booth open, his mind a bit muddled.

The previous night, Aditya had spent hours thinking about his encounter with Zoya. **But why is he thinking so much about her?** he wondered, troubled by his own feelings.

He snapped out of his thoughts and, in a sincere voice, said, **— Hello, Madam Siddiqui. First, I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday. Usually, I don't act like that with strangers.**

**— Yes, I imagine,** Zoya replied with a slight smile. **I remember how courteous you were during our first meeting.**

Aditya gave a shy smile, aware of the irony of the situation.

**— Go ahead, have a seat, Mr. Hooda! Tell me what brings you here.**

**— Okay, I'll sit, but call me Adi-tya,** he suggested, feeling a bit more at ease.

**— And I'm Zoya,** she replied, a warm smile lighting up her face.

The two extended their hands, a simple gesture but loaded with meaning. This contact, though brief, awakened in them an unexpected connection.

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A somewhat short update, I hope you enjoyed it. Get ready for more intrigue and twists to come in the other chapters. Thank you for the support!

Be lenient, I am not a writer. @latinacamerunes