Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 7 : Revelation

The daylight filtered through the white curtains of Zoya's bay window, gently illuminating the space. She hadn't slept this well in ages. After the troubling nightmare of the previous night, she had feared spending the rest of the night staring at the walls and shadows of her room. But the conversation she had with Aditya had given her a whole new perspective, offering her an unexpected respite. A smile crept onto her lips as she recalled their exchanges.

Today was her day off, and no appointments had been scheduled. She felt free, ready to enjoy the day.

Ding! A notification on her phone pulled her from her thoughts.

*Hey darling, did you sleep well? Get ready, I hope you haven't forgotten our appointment at the jeweler's. I'm coming to pick you up.*

Zoya grimaced as she read the message, then flopped back onto her bed. *I completely forgot about that jewelry thing. Well, I have no choice.*

She got up and headed to the bathroom. After getting ready, she stepped out and spotted her coffee cup on the bedside table. It reminded her of Aditya, and an involuntary smile lit up her face. She left her room, all dressed up.

**— Good morning, Dad!** she exclaimed, hugging her father from behind. He was already seated at the table, enjoying his breakfast.

**— Good morning, my daughter,** he replied tenderly. Zoya took a seat at the table.

**— Actually, Yash is picking me up. We have an appointment at the jeweler's to choose our wedding bands.**

**— That's great, my daughter!** her father exclaimed. **Is everything better between you two?**

**— Yes, of course, Dad,** she replied, a bit hesitantly.

**— Zoya Ma'am!** announced the butler. ** Yash Sir is downstairs, waiting for you!**

**— But who is this rude person? He doesn't even come up to say hello!** Noor, Zoya's cousin, fumed angrily.

**— Noor, don't get upset about that. The jeweler is already waiting for us, and I'm the one who was late.** She took one last bite of her breakfast and stood up. **See you later, Dad! Bye, Noor!**

Zoya got into Yash's car, forgetting to say hello to him. She immediately reprimanded him. **— Yash, you could have at least come up to say hello to my father. It would have taken you two minutes.**

**— Zoya, is that how you greet your fiancé?** he asked, a teasing smile on his lips. **Don't worry about your father; he didn't take it badly. He and I had a chat.**

**— I know you talk about a lot of things behind my back. One day, I will find out everything.**

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### At the Jeweler's

**— Hello, Mr. and Mrs.!** the salesman exclaimed enthusiastically. **We are delighted to welcome you to our store. We have set aside the latest arrivals of wedding bands for you.**

**— Look at this pair of rings; it's our favorite!** he continued, showcasing sparkling rings. **You can personalize them by adding your names or your wedding date.**

**— It's really beautiful, Zoya. What do you think?** Yash asked, hoping for a positive reaction.

**— Yes, it's not bad,** Zoya replied, feigning enthusiasm. She nodded, but her mind was elsewhere.

**— Okay, fine, we'll take this. You'll personalize them with our names: Zoya on mine and Yash on his.** Yash seemed satisfied, while Zoya continued to fake a smile.

The salesman called his assistant to fetch the rings and handle the customization. When she emerged from the back room, she recognized the man in front of her.

**— Yash, Yash Arora?** she shouted, surprised.

Zoya immediately snapped out of her daze. Who was this girl calling her fiancé by his first name? She glanced at Yash, searching for answers.

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### Flashback

Pooja was sitting at a table with Yash. It had been a few months since he had become her gynecologist, and they were spending more and more time together. An undeniable attraction had developed between them.

**— Pooja, why did you invite me here? You know it's risky for us to meet in public.**

**— Don't worry, Adi doesn't have many friends, and he's in Australia for now. As for your fiancée, she's as naive as if someone told her they saw you with another woman; she wouldn't believe it,** Pooja replied casually.

**— Okay... okay... Tell me why we're here?**

**— I wanted to introduce you to my friend and best friend, Anjali. She knows about us, of course, but she doesn't agree given the situation. However, she needs a gynecologist, and I recommended you.**

**— But you could have just given her my card and asked her to make an appointment at the office. What's wrong with you, Pooja?**

**— And you, Yash, why are you so angry? Didn't you tell me you wanted to leave Zoya? I'm ready to divorce Adi. Where's the problem if someone sees us?**

**— Ehhh, Anjali!** Pooja exclaimed upon seeing her friend. Yash straightened up and waved hello.

**— I present to you Yash Arora, my gynecologist and... well, you know.**

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### End of Flashback

**— Oh my God, it's Anjali, Pooja's friend! What is she doing here? Don't tell me she works here. What if she tells Zoya everything?** Yash was panicked, on the verge of being exposed.

**— Do you know each other?** Zoya asked, her brows furrowed.

**— Uhhh, no,** Yash said, but Anjali, at the same moment, replied: **— Yes.**

**— Well, sir, we need to go. We've made our choice. Contact us when the customization of the rings is ready.**

Yash took Zoya's arm and pulled her outside.

**— But what's going on? Who is this girl? Why are you nervous?**

**— Nothing, Zoya, she's just a girl from college,** Yash replied, trying to keep calm.

**— An ex?** Zoya asked, concern in her voice. **I hope you're not having an affair behind my back.**

**— Zoya, what are you talking about? Let's go!**

**— Actually, Yash, I haven't finished yet. Since we're at the market, I want to take the opportunity to get some flowers from the florist. You can go ahead; I'll call Shaun when I'm ready to come back,** Zoya said, determined.

**— Are you sure?** Yash asked, hesitation in his voice.

**— Yes, go ahead!** Zoya insisted.

It was her day off, and she didn't want to go home just yet. She wanted to walk around and explore the market.

She stopped at the florist's stand to put together a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Suddenly, someone rushed past her, threw money at the florist, snatched the bouquet from her hands, and started running through the market.

This scene felt familiar to her. Zoya decided to follow the thief, shouting: **— Thief, thief!** The guy didn't seem to want to stop.

She spotted a shortcut, took it, and found herself face to face with the thief. She turned him around with all her strength, and the bouquet flew into the air, petals raining down on them like a shower of stars.

She began to hurl a few words in Urdu at him.

**— Aap ek number ki besharam, behaya, aur kamzarf insaan hai.**

**— Is it you?** she exclaimed, surprised to see the individual pull off his hood.

**— Okay, besharam, behaya, theek hai... yeh kamzarf kya hota hai?**

**— Ungenerous. Yani ki aap. Yani ki tang dil.** She said, laughing!!

**— Wait... one second, Aditya, are you following me?** Zoya asked, perplexed.

**— No, what do you think, Queen Urdu? I came to do some shopping since I was bored at home, and I saw you! So I decided to take revenge for your attitude during our first meeting.**

**— My attitude? Are you serious?** She picked up the flower stems that had fallen to the ground and started hitting him with them. **My attitude, are you serious? Since we met, you've been making my life impossible and treating me badly.**

**— Ouch... ouch... Zoya, that hurts! This is my moment for revenge.**

She wanted to deliver the final blow when she stumbled, and he immediately caught her. They shared an intense look, their hearts beating in unison. What was this feeling? Time seemed to stop for them.

They snapped out of their trance when voices from the market began to shout: **— Hey, get a room! What are you doing in the middle of the road?** The two straightened up, the embarrassment palpable between them.

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**— I'm sorry,** Aditya said, looking embarrassed, trying to break the ice that had settled between them.

**— No, nothing happened! Don't worry. I have to go,** Zoya replied, her voice a bit shaky, as if she were trying to escape an uncomfortable situation.

**— How do you plan to get home? What were you doing here all alone?** Aditya asked, a hint of mockery in his voice, but his gaze betrayed genuine concern.

**— Actually, I was with Yash. We went to choose our wedding bands, but he had to leave for an emergency,** Zoya explained, frustration seeping into her words.

**— And he left you here all alone?** Aditya couldn't help but smile, amused by the situation.

**— I'm not a child! I can manage on my own. And besides, mind your own business. I'm going home,** Zoya said, annoyed, pulling out her phone to call her driver.

**— Zoya, I'm driving you home!** Aditya insisted, determined.

**— I told you it wasn't necessary!** she retorted, but a part of her knew she wasn't really safe in that crowd.

**— I insist, come on! If you don't want me to carry you here in the middle of the crowd,** Aditya joked, a mischievous smile on his lips.

**— Yash was right; you really are a weirdo, let's go!** she exclaimed, an involuntary smile forming on her face.

**— He really said that about me?** Aditya asked, feigning indignation.

Zoya shot him a look, a mix of challenge and amusement.

**— Tell me, Zoya, how long have you been engaged to Yash?** Aditya asked, taking the wheel of his car.

**— We met in college, and we've been engaged for three years,** she replied, her voice tinged with a nostalgia she couldn't ignore.

**— And why have you taken so long to set a date for your wedding? Do you have doubts?** he inquired, curious.

**— No, that's not it! I had some health issues. But now, I'm feeling better; I'm ready to take the plunge!** Zoya affirmed, determination in her voice.

**— And was it love at first sight?** Aditya asked, a smirk on his face.

**— Why are you asking so many questions? One minute, am I your psychologist, and we're not in a session,** she retorted, amused by his boldness.

**— I hope that tomorrow, during our appointment, you'll be just as open. I really want to help you regain your peace and your life, Aditya,** Zoya said, her voice soft but firm.

**— Your carriage has arrived, Queen Urdu,** Aditya joked as he stopped in front of her house.

**— Thank you, Aditya, you didn't have to bring me, but thanks. See you tomorrow,** Zoya replied as she got out of the car, waving goodbye.

Zoya joined her father in the living room, where Waseem and Noor were waiting, visibly curious about the scene they had just witnessed.

**— Zoya, who is that guy who brought you home?** Waseem asked, scrutinizing her.

**— It's Aditya Hooda, a patient I'm seeing, and he's also my friend,** Zoya explained, trying to keep her composure.

**— Aditya Hooda, you said? Isn't he the same one who had a fight with Yash? Why is he bringing you home?** Waseem inquired, concern in his voice.

**— Actually, we ran into each other at the market, and he offered to drive me home. He's a good person; he's just going through a tough time,** Zoya defended, loyalty to her friend taking precedence.

**— Regardless, I trust Yash on this one! And you should stop seeing this guy,** Waseem asserted, his voice firm.

**— I really don't know what's wrong with all of you in this house,** Zoya exclaimed as she headed to her room, anger boiling inside her.

**— Zoya, come here, I'm not done talking!** Waseem shouted, but Zoya was no longer there to listen. **I think Zoya has lost her mind. She's changed so much since her operation. She's become so rebellious. Where has my sweet little girl gone?** Waseem asked Noor, worried about his daughter's new attitude.

A few moments later, Noor joined Zoya in her room.

**— Zoya, you shouldn't argue like that with your father. You know he loves you very much,** Noor said softly.

**— I know that, Noor, I love him more than anything. But lately, I feel like we argue about everything, and he's always taking Yash's side. I don't know what those two are plotting. But I need to find out. Will you help me, Noor? You're the only one who understands me in this house,** Zoya confided, anxiety in her voice.

**— Of course! You know I love these ultra-secret plans,** Noor replied, all excited.

**— Come here,** Zoya said, patting the bed, making space for her beside her. **Come sleep with me tonight.**

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What did you think of the chapter? I'm already starting to feel a bit lazy about writing. Do you think I should continue the story?  I need your comments and opinions to feel motivated.

Be lenient, I'm not a writter.