Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 12 : Picnic, Rain, Passion

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

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**— Zoya, who were you talking to?** Noor asked, having caught her in the middle of a conversation at two in the morning. The dim light of the kitchen created an intimate atmosphere.

**— No one...** Zoya replied a bit too quickly, avoiding her cousin's gaze.

**— Ahhh yes, no one... could it be the infamous Aditya Hooda?** Noor teased, a mischievous smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

**— Ahhhh Noor, you're terrible! It's crazy how much you love to meddle in everything,** Zoya exclaimed, trying to escape the conversation. She stood up and headed toward her room, hoping to divert Noor's attention. **I'm tired, Noor. Good night.**

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The next day, the long-awaited day for Zoya and Aditya had finally arrived. Zoya woke up that morning with all the enthusiasm in the world, the sun filtering through the curtains and illuminating her room with a soft golden light. Yash hadn't called her back, and that was for the best! *He must have understood the message,* she thought to herself, a slight smile forming on her lips.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a message from Aditya.

**"I hope I'm not the only one looking forward to this moment. Can't wait to see you again."**

Zoya read the message, and a wave of excitement surged through her veins. She replied: **"I bet I'm more anxious than you."**

Zoya continued to get ready in her room, choosing a white crop top that accentuated her figure and a long black chiffon skirt that floated around her. It was a casual date, but she didn't want to reveal too much. However, fate had other plans.

**— Zoya, can I come in?** her father asked, gently knocking on the door, his voice filled with warmth.

**— Yes, Abbu, come in...**

**— Zoya, I know you asked for a break from Yash, and I understand. The wedding is approaching, you're stressed, commitment is scary... But Beta, don't make any definitive decisions that you might regret.**

Wasseem approached her, his gaze serious. **Yash is a good man. He loves you and has always been there for you, in good times and bad. Think about it... don't completely close the door on him.**

Zoya didn't quite know how to respond. She simply nodded, a mix of gratitude and confusion in her eyes.

**— Are you going out?** her father asked, changing the subject.

**— Yes, Abbu, and I'm going to take your car because mine is still in the garage,** Zoya replied, a slight smile on her lips.

**— But where are you going? Arshad can accompany you,** her father suggested, concern evident on his face. **After your accident, I don't want you driving.**

**— Abbu, it's fine, I'm okay. I'm not a kid anymore; I just need to get some fresh air,** she insisted, her voice filled with determination.

**— Okay, Beta, take care of yourself! And this time, if you have a problem, call me directly!** He kissed her on the forehead, tenderness palpable in his gesture. **I love you Zoya.**

**— I love you even more, Abbu!** she replied, her heart warming at his words.

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Zoya finally arrived at the meeting place with Aditya, in the southern part of the large park, on the other side of the city. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, painting the sky in golden and pink hues. She had parked her car at the entrance of the park, but now she had to continue on foot. Excitement and anticipation pulsed within her, like a sweet thrill.

As she walked along the tree-lined path, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She unlocked it and read Aditya's message:

**"I know I promised not to make you run, but you'll have to walk a bit. Sorry!"**

A smile spread across her lips. She began to walk, her heart racing with every step. Aditya was sending her clues, guiding her through the park, and each message brought her closer to him.

Finally, she arrived at a little slice of paradise: Aditya had laid out a blanket on the green grass, right in front of a sparkling pond. The setting was idyllic, with the chirping of birds and the gentle murmur of water. The rays of the setting sun illuminated the scene, creating a magical atmosphere. Zoya couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her as she discovered this surprise.

She knelt to retrieve a note from the basket. The handwritten words made her smile: **"If you're here, it means I'm behind you."** She turned slowly, and there he was, more handsome than ever.

Aditya was wearing blue jeans that hugged his legs perfectly, a white t-shirt that showcased his muscular torso, and a leather jacket that added a touch of mystery to his look. Zoya felt her heart race.

**— Aditya, what is all this?** she asked, incredulity in her voice.

**— Don't you like it?** he inquired, a hint of concern in his eyes.

**— Of course I do, Aditya, it's beautiful!** she replied, her smile lighting up her face.

**— You know, the two times we met outdoors, I made you run like crazy. The first time, you almost fainted. Was it related to your health issue?**

**— Yes, I had surgery, and I'm better now. The problem is resolved,** Zoya explained, a hint of pride in her voice.

Aditya handed her a bouquet of flowers, a tender gesture to make up for having stolen them from the market. She took the flowers, her smile widening until it reached her eyes.

**— Come on, I have another surprise for you,** Aditya said, excitement in his voice.

**— Another surprise?** Zoya asked, intrigued.

**— Yes, sit here,** he invited, helping her settle on the blanket. He asked her to close her eyes, and she felt her heart race at the thought of what awaited her.

**— Count to three, and then you can open your eyes,** he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring.

**— Ooone, twooo, threeeee...** Zoya counted, impatient. When she opened her eyes, she discovered Ghalib's poetry book, the one they had argued about on the day of their first meeting. Tears welled in her eyes, and she threw herself into his arms, overwhelmed with emotion.

**— But how did you get this, Aditya? Don't tell me you went back to Mussoorie to retrieve it!** she asked, a smile breaking through her tears.

**— If I told you yes, would you believe me?**

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. **— No, of course not!**

**— Actually, you know my brother Arjun. He's a lawyer and friends with some libraries. I pulled some strings to get it. I think now, I owe you nothing,** he said, a knowing smile on his lips.

Zoya tightened her embrace around him, the atmosphere becoming increasingly electric. She wanted to pull away from the hug, but her hair had gotten caught in the zipper of Aditya's jacket. As she tilted her head slightly to free herself, their gazes locked, and the intensity of the moment enveloped them.

Their noses almost brushed, and it took just a light breath for their lips to meet. The birds had stopped singing, as if they were respecting this moment suspended in time. Zoya, feeling shy, finally managed to untangle her hair.

**— Tell me, Aditya, how did you discover this place?** she asked, pouring them a glass of wine he had brought.

**— When I was little, my mother often took us here, my brother and me. Over the years, this place became my refuge, my sukoon,** he replied, his eyes lighting up at the mention of those memories.

Zoya watched him, fascinated by the peace that radiated from him. She handed him her glass of wine, accompanied by some grapes, and made a joke to lighten the mood.

**— I suppose you must have brought a lot of girls here; is this your way of pulling out all the stops?** she teased.

**— Believe it or not, you're the only girl I've brought here. Before, I was selfish with this place. I felt so good here that I didn't want to bring anyone else. Until I met you. I don't know what you've done to me, Zoya,** he confessed, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse. **But I'm not afraid to share this place with you because I find peace in another thing.**

**— In what?** Zoya asked, their faces slowly drawing closer.

**— Do you want to know what else I find my peace in?** Aditya murmured, his voice husky as he leaned toward her. He was about to kiss her when suddenly, the sky darkened, and heavy rain began to fall.

**— Oh my God, we're going to get soaked!** Zoya exclaimed, laughing in surprise. The rain fell gently, but it had already started to drench them. Their cars were parked outside the park, and the idea of walking back in the rain seemed crazy.

Aditya grabbed her hand, pulling her toward a greenhouse a few meters away. They rushed inside, laughing and panting, but already soaked.

The greenhouse was empty, and the atmosphere changed instantly. Aditya took off his jacket and t-shirt to dry them, revealing his muscular torso glistening under the water droplets. Zoya couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. The wet white crop top she wore was now clinging to her chest, accentuating her curves.

**— Zoya,** Aditya murmured, stepping closer to her with a burning intensity in his gaze. **Take my jacket to warm up.**

The fire of passion ignited between them, and all that mattered was the fusion of their bodies. They shared a look charged with desire, a silent agreement binding them.

Then, in an irresistible surge, they threw themselves at each other. The rain pattered softly on the roof of the greenhouse, creating a soothing melody that enveloped Aditya and Zoya in a bubble of intimacy. The droplets slid down the glass walls, mingling with the fresh scent of earth and plants surrounding them.

In this green sanctuary, every leaf seemed to vibrate to the rhythm of their passion. Aditya, swept away by an irresistible desire, grasped Zoya fervently. Their passionate kisses were a blend of silent promises, their lips meeting with burning intensity. The beats of their hearts resonated like a drum in their chests, each pulse marking the excitement that engulfed them.

Zoya's tongue danced with Aditya's, like two flames entwined in an ocean of desire. They were breathless, but neither wanted to yield; both were determined to savor every moment.

Zoya dug her fingers into Aditya's chiseled abs, leaving invisible marks on his skin. She pressed against him, her white crop top hugging her form with a troubling sensuality. Her eyes sparkled with a wild glint, revealing a mix of passion and boldness. Aditya's hands slid under the delicate fabric, brushing against her soft skin with exquisite care, as if he wanted to preserve her femininity; they were in a public place after all.

In a sudden surge, he lifted Zoya and placed her on a table abandoned among the climbing plants. The place was secret, almost sacred, and she was ready for him. Aditya gently pushed her skirt aside and plunged his fingers into the warmth of her intimacy. A moan escaped Zoya as she surrendered to the exquisite sensation exploding within her like fireworks. **"Oh... Aditya..."** she murmured between gasps, her eyes closing under the weight of pleasure.

Each caress awakened a whirlwind of emotions within her: excitement, unfulfilled desire, and delicious vulnerability. She leaned slightly forward, her eyes sparkling with passion as she unbuckled Aditya's belt. Anticipation mounted as she discovered his virility, her heart racing at this intimate and daring revelation.

Aditya lowered his pants and boxers, revealing the essence of their desire. Their gazes met, and a silent agreement was established. Aditya tilted Zoya back on the table and kissed her with a wild tenderness that contrasted with the fire burning within them. When she offered him the consent of her gaze—a mix of challenge and surrender—he entered her gently but with the fervor of a man eager to merge their souls. **"Oh my God,"** Zoya gasped as pleasure washed over her like an irresistible tide. **"Faster..."** Her voice trembled between pleading and impatience, each syllable vibrating with insatiable desire.

Aditya sank deeper into her, reaching the depths of her femininity. Zoya's moans echoed in the enclosed space of the greenhouse like a melody that only the raindrops seemed to understand. He could feel her body contracting around him, a warm embrace amplifying every movement. But just as he brushed against the peak of pleasure, an unexpected shiver coursed through his body.

Zoya's face suddenly transformed into Pooja's in his troubled mind. Confusion crept between them like a dark cloud threatening their radiant connection. He desperately tried to maintain control; he didn't want to commit the irreparable. Yet, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and his own inner demons—the guilt mingled with passion—he lost all restraint. In a final breath of passion mixed with confusion, he climaxed inside her while uttering Pooja's name.

Zoya shivered at that name; it was as if a shadow had come to darken their sacred moment. She stopped abruptly, her eyes widening in shock at the name spoken aloud. Their bodies were still entwined in this fiery dance, but now they were assailed by contradictory emotions: exalted pleasure mingled with a dull pain.

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Poor Zoya, how would you have reacted in this situation? Have you ever experienced something similar? What did you think of the chapter?

Be lenient, I'm not a writer.