Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 10 : Physical Contact

Author's note : Mature content to come. Nothing too crazy, but discretion is advised.

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*Knock knock* echoed the sound at the door.

**— Zoya, may I come in?** Aditya asked, his voice low and charged with palpable tension.

**— Yes, of course, come in, Aditya,** she replied, her voice slightly trembling, betraying an anticipation she could not hide.

He pushed the door open and entered the room, the air thick with an electric atmosphere. Zoya was lying on the bed, enveloped in soft light that caressed her silhouette. Aditya approached, his gaze fixed on her, as if he were trying to pierce the secrets of her soul.

**— I can't sleep,** he confessed, sitting beside her. **I thought you could help me, like last time.**

**— But how can I help you?** she asked, feigning innocence while feeling her heart race.

He leaned closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her skin. **— I can't think of you in any other way than in that white silk blouse,** he murmured, his voice a soft whisper. **It looks so good on you, Zoya.**

He leaned in, whispering in her ear, **— I've never been attracted to a woman like I am to you.** His words were like a fire igniting between them, a promise of passion to come.

Aditya slid his hands over her face, then gently over her lips, his fingers grazing her skin with a burning tenderness. **— Your skin is so soft; you smell so good,** he murmured, his warm breath against her neck. He locked his gaze with hers, an unsettling intensity in his eyes, as if he were waiting for her approval, her consent.

Desire flooded Zoya's body, a wave of heat overwhelming her. She could no longer resist and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together in an ocean of saliva, ecstasy, and desire. Their hearts beat in unison, a melody of passion and need.

Aditya took control, dominating her with a confidence that made her shiver. They struggled for dominance, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. He was about to remove her blouse, his hands gliding over her skin, revealing the softness of her bare chest. When he felt an irregularity on her skin, he lowered his head, his tongue brushing against Zoya's neck, and discovered the scar between her breasts.

**— Zoya, what is this?** he asked, his expression darkening with concern. **Have you had a transplant? Did you receive a heart donation? Tell me, Zoya!**

Suddenly, Zoya jolted awake; it was a nightmare.

Her heart raced in a room that was not hers, wearing clothes that were not her own. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and she realized she had spent the night at Aditya's.

But why was she dreaming of him in this way? Oh my God, they were about to make love in her dream. But was it a dream or a nightmare? She ran her hands through her hair, feeling lost. **Zoya Siddiqui, what is happening to you? Get a grip!**

She got up, her body still in turmoil, her mind swirling between dream and reality, wondering if what she had felt was merely a figment of her imagination or something much deeper.

**— Zoya... are you awake? Can you come down, please!** Aditya shouted, his voice echoing through the apartment.

**— Yes, I'm coming!** she replied, her voice still laced with sleep.

Zoya stepped out of the room, her thoughts still clouded by the disturbing dream that had awakened her. She descended the stairs, each step resonating beneath her feet, and joined Aditya downstairs. The morning light filtered through the windows, illuminating the kitchen where Aditya was busy.

**— What are you doing, Aditya?** Zoya asked, intrigued.

He was in the kitchen, a warm smile on his face, his skilled hands working around the ingredients. Cooking had always been one of his passions, and he seemed in his element, surrounded by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes sizzling in the pan.

**— I'm making us breakfast. Can you help me set the table?** he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

**— Yes, of course,** she replied, although her mind was still haunted by the memories of the previous night.

As they sat down at the table, Zoya couldn't help but feel a palpable tension between them. She forced herself to focus on the present moment, but the images of her naughty dream continued to dance in her mind.

**— Zoya, can you tell me what happened yesterday?** Aditya asked, breaking the silence.

She hesitated for a moment, then launched in. **— Actually, yesterday, I was leaving Yash's apartment. We had a violent argument. I left his apartment very troubled and decided to break up with him. We really don't get along anymore; it's no longer possible. As a psychologist, I know that when a relationship reaches a certain level, it becomes toxic to maintain it.**

Aditya listened attentively, his expression growing more serious. **— It must not have been easy for you to make that decision, but Zoya, you can't put yourself in danger for a guy who doesn't deserve you. I've always known you were too good for him.**

Zoya looked at him, perplexed. **— Uh...**

**— Actually... what I'm trying to say is... well, you know my issues with Yash, and I've always believed you were different from each other,** he admitted, scratching his head, nervous.

**— Okay, have you called your family? They must be worried about you. At this hour, they must have already found your car.**

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**— What... but what are you talking about? Where is my daughter?** Wasseem shouted, concern etched on his face.

**— Noor, it's the police. They found Zoya's car in the street. She may have had an accident,** Wasseem explained, his tone grave.

**— But where is she? Is she okay?** Noor asked, panic seizing her.

**— Sorry, ma'am, we didn't find any body in the car. Miss Zoya must have gotten out of there. Excuse us!** said the police officer.

**— Yash, she was with Yash yesterday. How could she have had an accident?** Noor asked, her voice trembling.

**— Let me call that idiot Yash,** Wasseem fumed, anger rising within him. He immediately made the call.

**— Hello, idiot! Can you tell me where my daughter is?** Wasseem demanded, anger in his voice.

**— What? Zoya isn't home? She left here around 1 AM,** Yash replied.

**— And you let her leave alone?**

**— We had a bit of a fight,** Yash admitted, guilt settling in.

**— Listen, Yash, the police found Zoya's car this morning. She had an accident. If anything happens to my daughter, you will pay for it, and you can forget our agreement.** Wasseem hung up, his heart heavy.

**— No, no, no, I can't lose everything now. No, not after all I've done so far,** Yash murmured, anger rising in his eyes. **After what I sacrificed for these Siddiquis, you're not going to get rid of me that easily. But where has that idiot Zoya gone?** he wondered, worried.

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**— Aditya, I really think I should go home! Where is my phone? I'm sure my father must be worried.** Zoya went up to Aditya's room, putting her clothes back on.

**— Do you want me to accompany you?** he offered, a glimmer of concern in his eyes.

**— No, thank you, Aditya, I'll walk. It will help me relax a bit. Don't you remember we're neighbors?** Zoya asked, a shy smile on her lips.

Aditya smiled, relieved. **— Yes, you're right!**

Zoya was about to leave the apartment when suddenly, Aditya took her hand. A shiver ran through her body at the contact of his skin, reactivating the memories of the dream from the night before.

**— Say, Zoya, could we meet again?** Aditya asked, his gaze sincere.

**— Yes, of course, we have our sessions next week,** she replied, but a part of her hoped he meant more than that.

**— No, I meant outside! I know you're feeling down; let me cheer you up... as a friend, of course,** he added, searching for the right words so Zoya wouldn't misinterpret his intentions.

**— Okay, fine, Aditya. Really, thank you for your help last night! I've never met anyone like you!** Zoya said, a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes.

**— Believe me, there's no one else like me,** Aditya replied ironically, a smirk on his face.

She stepped out of the apartment.

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**— Zoya... Oh my God, where have you been?** Noor exclaimed, excitement in her voice, as she took Zoya in her arms. The warmth of the embrace warmed Zoya's heart, but she couldn't ignore the worry emanating from her sister.

**— Zoya, my daughter, where have you been? You know how worried we were about you!** Wasseem asked, his gaze filled with concern and anger, his brows furrowed as if he could chase away his fears with the force of his stare.

**— I'm fine, Dad, Noor, it's okay!** Zoya tried to reassure them, although fatigue and stress were evident on her face.

**— But that cut on your forehead, my daughter! How can you have had an accident and not inform your family? Why did you argue with Yash?** Wasseem questioned, his voice trembling with worry.

**— Did he inform you?** Zoya asked, surprised.

**— He told us about your argument, but he wasn't aware of your accident!** Noor replied, her worried gaze fixed on her sister.

**— I guess!** Zoya sighed, the weight of the situation overwhelming her. **I need to freshen up; let me go to my room.** She stood up, heading toward her room, her heart heavy.

**— Noor, Zoya is becoming more and more strange. But where could she have spent the night?** Wasseem asked, confusion mingling with worry.

**— Uncle, don't worry about that. The most important thing is that Zoya is okay!** Noor tried to reassure him, but the anxiety lingered in the air.

Wasseem remained there, in total incomprehension of what was happening, his mind swirling with questions.

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**— Hello... Zoya is home. I want to see you here immediately!**

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**— Zoya... can I come in?** Noor called, gently knocking on the door.

**— Yes, Noor, come in!** Zoya replied. She was in front of her vanity, freshly out of the shower, a robe wrapped around her body. She was applying moisturizer to her skin, enjoying this moment of softness.

**— I brought you some tea,** Noor announced, a warm smile on her face.

**— Ohhh, thank you, my dear!** Zoya exclaimed, taking the cup with gratitude. She began to sip, savoring the warmth of the comforting liquid.

Noor, hesitant, finally spoke up. **— Zoya, what happened last night?**

**— Come here,** Zoya said, pulling Noor onto the bed so they could sit side by side.

**— Actually, last night, I was with Yash. We had a violent argument, and I left his apartment in anger. I'm going to break up with him, Noor. It's not working between us anymore,** Zoya confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

**— But how, Zoya? Did you tell him?** Noor asked, concern etched on her face.

Zoya shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips. **— No, not yet.**

**— And that's not all, Noor... umm, actually, last night, I spent the night with Aditya.**

**— What? Which Aditya? Aditya Hooda? Your patient... Zoya, that's not right!** Noor exclaimed, her eyes wide.

**— Noor, listen to me. I spent the night with Aditya... well, at his place... but nothing happened. He's a gentleman. In fact, yesterday, when I had that accident, I called him. I don't really know why; I didn't want to go home, and he came immediately. He's really a unique man,** Zoya said, her face softening at the mention of Aditya.

**— And you like him...** Noor teased, a mischievous smile on her lips.

**— What... what? Stop saying nonsense!** Zoya shouted, getting up from the bed and turning her back to Noor, her heart racing. **Aditya is just my patient; we get along well, and he's my friend. Nothing more.**

Ding! Zoya received a text on her phone.

**— I hope you got home safely! Would you like to spend your Sunday afternoon with that Kamzarf insaan?** The silly smile that spread across her face betrayed her excitement. It was Saturday.

**— Who is it?** Noor asked, curious.

**— No one!** Zoya replied, a bit too quickly. **Now, get out, my little Noor, I'm going to get dressed.** She took her by the shoulders and guided her toward the exit.

**— Zoya, you can't hide things from me. There are no secrets between us,** Noor insisted, being dragged out of the room.

After Noor left, Zoya dove onto her bed, all excited, and replied to Aditya's message.

**— It depends; promise you won't make me run around everywhere?** Zoya asked, her heart racing at the thought.

**— You have my word!** Aditya replied, his enthusiasm palpable.

**— I'll count the hours until tomorrow!... No, she deleted the message and sent another....**— See you tomorrow, Aditya!**

But what is happening to me with Aditya? Why does my heart race so much at his gaze, at his touch, at his contact? This isn't right, Zoya, she told herself. Aditya is still in shock from what happened to his wife, and you are officially not separated from Yash. **Oh my God, help me!**

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One week of our fanfic and 10 chapters. This is a big first for me. I hope not to disappoint you too much. Send tomatoes, shoes, comments—I'm ready to receive them. Thank you for the support!

Be lenient, I'm not a writer.