Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 8 : Aditya, Can You Come Pick Me Up?

**— You know, Zoya, I lost my parents in a car accident just as I was becoming an adult. My mother and Pooja's mother were very close friends, and that's how my relationship with Pooja began. She would come to my house, I would go to hers, and vice versa.**

Aditya's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, the weight of his memories pressing down on him. His eyes, usually so intense, softened as he recalled the warmth of those past days. **— She was with me during my toughest moments. She was my best friend.**

**— Aditya, love is not friendship, but friendship in love is very important,** Zoya replied, her voice gentle yet firm, as if she were trying to guide him through the maze of his emotions.

**— Was Pooja your friend or your love?** Zoya asked, her curiosity piqued.

The session had already lasted a while, and Aditya seemed calm, but a storm was brewing beneath the surface. He was trying to break down the barriers around his heart, slowly opening up to Zoya.

**— What I'm trying to say is that Pooja was first my best friend, then she became my love,** he said, his words hesitant. He felt trapped by Zoya's questions. Suddenly, he mentally wondered why he was having such a hard time answering such a basic question, or if it was the way Zoya had posed the question that complicated everything.

**— How was your relationship with Pooja? Were you happier when you were friends or after your marriage?** Zoya pressed, seeking to understand the depth of their bond.

**— Uh... uh...** Aditya felt increasingly disarmed; Zoya's questions were truly catching him off guard. Why was it so difficult to respond clearly?

**— Aditya, don't rush to answer all these questions. The day you can answer them with a yes or no, that day you will be healed,** Zoya said, trying to calm him, her voice filled with reassurance.

**— How did Pooja die?** Zoya asked, her voice becoming softer, but the gravity of the question weighed heavily in the air.

**— She had a car accident the day you and I met. That day, when we landed with your family's jet, I received the worst call of my life.** Aditya's voice broke, the pain of that memory resurfacing like a dark tide.

**— It came from that hospital; it's one of the reasons I was a bit perplexed about being treated here,** he added, his gaze drifting as if he were once again immersed in that tragic moment.

**— That's why you argued with Yash! You think he could have prevented it? Aditya, Yash is just the director of that hospital and a gynecologist. I don't see what he could have done for Pooja, especially since he wasn't even at the hospital that night,** Zoya replied, her voice firm yet understanding.

**— And how do you know that?** Aditya asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

**— Uh, I know, and that's all. Yash is my fiancé; I'm aware of his movements,** Zoya replied, stammering, her heart racing.

She couldn't reveal to him that she had spent that night wrapped in Yash's arms. But why couldn't she tell him? she wondered. *I'm an adult, I'm engaged, it's normal.* Overwhelmed by stress, she began to gather the files on her desk, trying to chase away her anxiety.

**— Actually, that's not really the reason I argued with your fiancé,** Aditya said, his voice stabilizing.

**— What happened is that I discovered something after Pooja's death, and I wanted to discuss it with your fiancé, but he played it smart. I'm going to find out what he's hiding from me.**

**— And what exactly did you discover?** Zoya asked, intrigue in her voice.

**— Madame Zoya, your next patient is here! He has been waiting for 15 minutes.**

**— Oh my God, I didn't see the time pass! It's always like this when I talk to you. You're going to start paying me for my overtime,** she joked, a smile forming on her face.

**— Zoya, before I leave, I wanted to apologize,** Aditya said, his expression becoming serious.

**— For the other night, it was late, and it wasn't right to call you at that hour. Can you forgive me?** he asked, his vulnerability shining through.

**— You don't have to apologize! Besides, I wasn't asleep yet. I hope my technique helped you find sleep,** Zoya replied, her smile warm.

**— I hadn't slept so well in ages, thank you, Zoya. Well, I'll go before you charge me for another minute,** he said, laughing.

Zoya smiled too, and as Aditya left the room, a smile illuminated his face, a glimmer of hope awakening in the depths of his heart.

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The kitchen was bathed in a relaxed ambiance, the soft lights creating a warm atmosphere. Aditya stood in front of the counter, preparing dinner while humming the lyrics to his favorite song. His movements were fluid, almost dancing, as he chopped colorful vegetables, the aroma of spices wafting through the air.

**— Adi, I find you really different lately! You seem more relaxed, happier. Is everything going well with Zoya?** asked Arjun, observing his brother with a knowing smile.

Aditya looked up, a spark of happiness lighting up his face. **— Actually, I thought I was doing well, that this therapy stuff was for crazy people. But Zoya is really special. She excels in her field. I've been feeling good since our sessions.**

He paused, his smile fading slightly. **— But on the other hand, I still haven't been able to bring up the subject of Pooja and her stolen heart. We were about to do it today, but time got the better of us.**

**— I really believe Zoya is doing you good!** affirmed Arjun, his gaze full of support.

**— Me too,** Aditya replied, a bit too quickly. He realized he had responded with an enthusiasm that surprised even him. *No, I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about Zoya; it's not right! She's engaged, and I'm married. I love Pooja,* he told himself, an inner struggle unfolding within him.

**— Aditya, calm down. You and Zoya aren't doing anything wrong. Despite what happened to Pooja, you have the right to have friends and to get out of the state you were in before Zoya pulled you out of the hole,** Arjun said, his voice filled with understanding.

**— Maybe you're right, but let's talk about something else! Come have dinner! Come on, tell me, are you seeing anyone right now?**

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On the other side of the city, Zoya stood in Yash's living room, the atmosphere heavy. **— But Zoya, you haven't been in the mood for anything for a while! It's been some time since we made love,** Yash said, moving closer to her from behind, trying to kiss her neck.

**— Yash, stop it, I didn't come here for that!** Zoya exclaimed, turning away, her heart heavy.

**— Then why did you come? Zoya, why do I feel you so distant? You don't want me to touch you, to kiss you, to love you. What's wrong with you, Zoya?** he asked, frustration in his voice.

**— Why didn't you tell me you argued with Aditya because of his wife, Pooja?**

**— Again with this Aditya Hooda!** Yash shouted, anger rising within him. **I'm fed up with hearing that guy's name. You came here to talk to me about him? Why are you so obsessed with this guy? You've known him for barely two seconds. Zoya, that's enough; I don't want to hear that guy's name anymore!**

**— If it's to talk about him that you came, I won't keep you any longer.**

**— Can you give me the real reason why you hate Aditya so much? What has that poor guy done to you?**

**— Poor guy? And you're defending him! I can't believe what I just heard.** Zoya, before I say something I might regret, you can go. I'm going to rest,** Yash said, the tension palpable between them.

Zoya, behind the wheel of her car, felt lost in a whirlwind of emotions. The city lights sparkled like stars, but they couldn't illuminate her heavy heart.

She had left Yash's apartment feeling bewildered. *This is not the resentful, secretive, angry, and mysterious man I fell in love with. I fell in love with a transparent, affectionate man,* she told herself as she drove fast. She thought their relationship had reached a breaking point and had made her decision: she was going to break up with Yash.

Suddenly, the headlights of a truck jolted her out of her crisis. **Bam!** She tried her best to keep control of her car to avoid the truck. Ultimately, her ride ended against a tree, the impact leaving her in a state of adrenaline.

Zoya had hit a tree, her car in a pitiful state. She was still in shock, a cut on her forehead, but her seatbelt had helped her avoid the worst. Trembling, she loosened her seatbelt, searching for her handbag to grab her phone. She wanted to call someone, but didn't know who; it was almost 2 a.m., and her family thought she was with Yash. She made the call.

**— Hello...?**

**— Aditya...!** Zoya said, her voice trembling.

**— Zoya, do you know what time it is? What's going on? Why do you sound so strange?** Aditya asked, concern evident in his voice.

**— Aditya, can you come pick me up, please? I had an accident; I'm sending you the address.** Her voice was a mix of fear and vulnerability, and she felt so alone.

**— What? Zoya, don't move; I'm coming right away!** he shouted, panic seizing him. Memories of Pooja's accident flooded his mind; this time, he mentally promised himself he wouldn't arrive late.

Zoya hung up and tried to get out of the car, waiting for Aditya outside. It wasn't safe to stay in the vehicle. She didn't even know why she had called him, but her heart had guided her fingers to his number.

Aditya, springing out of bed, threw on the first t-shirt he could find, having the habit of sleeping shirtless. He quickly grabbed his car keys and started the engine at full speed. Within minutes, he reached the accident site.

**— Zoya, Zoya... Zo!** he called, his voice filled with anxiety.

When she saw Aditya, she immediately threw herself into his arms, crying uncontrollably. She wept in Aditya's embrace, who, although hesitant at first, eventually held her close. He hadn't been this close to a woman since Pooja's death, but finally, he wrapped her in his arms, gently stroking her hair to calm her.

**— Zoya, calm down, stop crying; I'm here now,** he said softly, his hands gently taking her face so she would look him in the eyes. **Tell me, are you hurt? Are you okay?**

**— Yes, I'm fine, just a few scratches,** she replied, her trembling voice betraying the fear that still lingered within her.

Aditya, although worried, didn't know what else to do but ensure she was okay. He pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly against him, as if to convey all the warmth and safety he could offer.

**— Zoya, come on, let's go; let's get out of here. I'll take you home,** he offered, his voice filled with determination as he gently led her toward his car.

**— I don't want to go home,** she murmured, sadness and frustration mingling in her voice.

**— But Zoya, your family might worry. Imagine if they discover your car here, with no news of you and Yash...** He paused.

**— Aditya, can you just listen to me?** she cried, her eyes lighting up with a desperate glimmer. **I don't want to go home. I just need someone, a friend who will listen to me for once.**

Aditya felt his heart tighten at her words. He knew that what she was going through was far more complex than she was letting on. **— Okay, Zoya,** he said, his voice softening. **Calm down. Come on, I'll take you to my place.**

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A week of MERE DIL KO TERE DIL KI ZAROORAT HAI. Tell me what you think about the story, do you like it?"

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