Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 19 : Go Away

**"You know, Aditya, I didn't expect things to turn out like this! You asked me a question a few days ago, and now it's time for me to answer you."**

Zoya stood in the park, her eyes fixed on the lake where ducks were peacefully paddling, unaware of the turmoil brewing within her. The air was heavy with tension, and as she sensed a familiar presence approaching, her heart raced. She turned to face him, her heart weighed down by the burden of unspoken truths.

**"I've been suffering from a heart condition for years,"** she began, her voice trembling, tears threatening to spill. **"I've been under treatment my whole life, but one day, it just wasn't enough anymore. The doctors told me that the only option left was surgery."**

Aditya's face tightened, confusion and concern mingling in his features. **"So the surgery you mentioned was a transplant. But why didn't you tell me? When did you have the procedure?"** His voice was a mix of despair and urgency, each word resonating like a cry for help.

Zoya looked away, tears in her eyes, unable to meet his piercing gaze. The sky darkened, as if to announce the storm that was about to descend upon their lives. Just a few days ago, they had found peace in this green corner, but today, everything would be nothing but sadness and disillusionment.

**"Aditya, you have to understand that I didn't know anything,"** she whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of emotion. **"All I knew was that I was about to die and that I needed a heart."** Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop a testament to her pain.

**"Who is your donor, Zoya?"** he shouted, anger and anxiety intertwining in his voice. An idea of the answer began to form in his mind, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

**"You have to believe me, Aditya! I only found out a few days ago. I didn't know!"** Zoya cried, trembling, her voice filled with despair.

**"Who... is... your... donor?"** Aditya asked, his eyes filled with rage, each word resonating like a clap of thunder.

**"It's Pooja... I carry the heart of your wife, Pooja."**

A lightning bolt split the sky at the mention of her name, and thunder rumbled above them. Suddenly, a torrential rain began to fall, draping the park in a veil of despair. Aditya's gaze turned to rage, his veins swelling under the pressure of his boiling blood. He wanted to lash out, but in this park, his options were limited. The only target was Zoya, there, crying before him, but even in his most primal state, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her.

**"Aditya, you have to understand that I didn't know!"** She tried to take his hands, crying, seeking to explain, but he stood there, motionless, emotionless, like a marble statue.

**"Aditya, talk to me! Say something, listen to me!"** The rain poured down on them, relentless. **"That day when we met in Mussoorie, I had a health scare. The doctor told me I didn't have much time left."** The words spilled from her mouth, heavy with regret. **"That very evening, I was in Mumbai, and Yash found a compatible heart. The next day, I was having surgery."**

**"Aditya, believe me, I knew nothing. I insisted several times with Yash, but he didn't want to betray patient confidentiality. So, I investigated. That day when I almost committed suicide, I had just learned the news. I was afraid of your reaction; it put our relationship into question."** Zoya cried, the pain in her voice palpable.

Aditya was still there, listening to her, but his face was a mask of stone, unresponsive. He was torn between anger and gratitude, unsure whether to curse fate for bringing back a part of his first love or to be thankful for Zoya's presence in his life. After all, he loved her.

Suddenly, questions swirled in his mind. *Am I really in love with Zoya, or is it the illusion of Pooja's heart that binds me to her?*

**"Aditya, I've fallen in love with you,"** Zoya declared, her voice rising above the tumult of the storm. **"Regardless of the heart that beats in me, I want you to know that I love you."**

This declaration stirred something in Aditya, a shiver coursing through his body.

**"But how can you love me? Zoya, please, go away! I don't want to see you anymore, go away, please..."** Aditya, consumed by anger, ordered her to leave, his heart torn between love and betrayal.

Zoya walked away in tears, her heart heavy with sorrow. She had just lost the man she loved more than anything in the world, the one who had illuminated her life and filled her soul.

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The rain gradually subsided, but the storm raging in Zoya's heart remained palpable. She didn't want to take her car; instead, she wandered through the night, like a lost soul, adrift in an ocean of sadness. Never before had she felt so desperate, overwhelmed by guilt for something she hadn't even committed.

Pooja's heart, beating within her, felt like a heavy burden in her chest, an unbearable weight. The flickering lights of the night desperately tried to illuminate her path, but in her mind, it was total blackout. Suddenly, she spotted a church, a comforting silhouette in the darkness.

Although she had committed no sin, an irrepressible need to confess overwhelmed her. She entered the chapel, soaked to the bone. The drops of water dripping from her hair left marks on the tiled floor, silent witnesses to the guilt that weighed her down.

Zoya lit a candle, its flickering flame dancing in the cool, damp air. She began to pray, alone in the silent chapel. **"Lord, forgive me; you are the only one who can understand me right now! If this heart wasn't meant for me, let your will be done."** The words escaped her lips, laden with despair.

Suddenly, tears flooded her eyes, swept away by the memory of Aditya, his coldness, his misunderstanding, and the pain of being condemned. She collapsed to the floor, before the candles, crying bitterly, her grief resonating in the air like an echo of her suffering.

On his side, Aditya couldn't believe what had just happened. Zoya's words — **"I carry the heart of your wife, Pooja"** — echoed in his mind with the same intensity as the thunder rumbling above him. **"No, no, this isn't possible,"** he murmured, holding his head in his hands, trying to escape this unbearable reality. All this time searching for Pooja's heart, while he had always had Zoya right in front of him, and worse still, he had fallen in love with her. Did he really love Zoya, or was he simply drawn to the heart beating within her? At that moment, he didn't know.

**"Waiter, another drink!"** Aditya demanded, his voice hoarse, already completely drunk.

**"No, sir! You've already had too much to drink,"** replied the bartender, concern in his eyes.

**"Another one, it's not a money issue!"** he shouted, pulling out bills from his pocket, making them dance on the bar counter. **"Now, serve me what I ask for!"** His anger rumbled, ready to explode.

**"I'll call your wife to come pick you up!"** announced the bartender, determined not to give in.

**"My wife?"** Aditya shot a furious glance, ready to lash out at the bartender. But as another server placed a bottle to serve a customer, Aditya grabbed the bottle, opened it, and took several swigs before heading for the exit.

He stumbled into the street, aimless, with no specific destination. All he wanted was to forget, to plunge into oblivion, far from the pain that gnawed at him.

In the heart of this despair, Aditya found refuge in an abandoned alley, while Zoya had fallen asleep in the church. They clung to a few moments of sleep but were soon awakened by the first rays of sunlight, heralding a new day, while prolonging the sadness of the previous day.

Zoya returned home that morning in a deplorable state. Her clothes, still damp from the night before, had dried on her, mingled with the dust of the chapel where she had slept on the floor. Every fiber of her being was charged with sadness and despair.

**"Oh my God, Zoya! Is it becoming a habit not to sleep at home? Where have you been?"** her father, Wasseem, exclaimed, anger in his voice.

Zoya stood there, frozen, showing no emotion. **"I told Aditya the whole truth,"** she murmured, her gaze lost.

**"What are you talking about, my daughter?"** Wasseem asked, intrigued.

**"About my transplant, about the heart of his wife beating in me,"** Zoya replied, sadness evident in her eyes.

Her father tensed, his impassive face betraying a deep concern. **"Doesn't that surprise you? That's what I thought! Silence means consent; you were aware!"** She lowered her eyes, overwhelmed by pain, and walked away toward her room.

**"Zoya... wait..."** her father tried to stop her, but he knew it wasn't the right time.

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On his side, Aditya was in a sorry state. **"But where have you been? I was about to call the police!"** Arjun exclaimed upon seeing him. **"You smell of alcohol."**

**"What are you doing here?"** Aditya asked, visibly annoyed.

**"I came to visit you yesterday, but you weren't here, and you weren't answering my calls! I was ready to report your disappearance to the police,"** Arjun explained, worried.

**"Maybe it would be better if I disappeared,"** Aditya replied, his voice heavy with sadness.

**"But what are you talking about, Aditya? Where were you all night?"** Arjun insisted.

**"I'll tell you, because sooner or later, you'll find out. I found Pooja's heart,"** Aditya said with irony.

**"What do you mean?"** Arjun asked, confused.

**"The person who carries Pooja's heart is Zoya... your famous psychologist,"** Aditya added, a bitter sarcasm in his voice.

**"No, that's impossible! I can't believe it. Are you sure?"** Arjun worried.

**"Certain, since she herself told me. She had been suffering from a heart condition all her life, and the transplant was her only way out,"** Aditya replied, anger and sarcasm mingling in his words.

**"You don't think you should blame Zoya for this, do you? I don't see what her fault is in this story,"** Arjun retorted.

**"For now, I don't know what to think. Just the idea that Pooja is gone and her heart beats in another... I don't know what's worse: what I feel for Zoya or the fact that I'm attracted to the heart that beats in her,"** Aditya confided, his gaze lost.

**"Aditya, listen to me... The heart only pumps blood. Ask yourself if you love Zoya for who she is, with every part of your being, or if it's just a simple attraction,"** Arjun advised, patting his brother's shoulder to comfort him.

Aditya got up and headed for the bathroom, just as Zoya did in hers. The cold water from the shower flowed over their bodies, but what flowed even more were their tears. Both reminisced about the moments they had shared: their first meeting, how she had chased him like Jerry chasing Tom in the streets of Mussoorie, and all those moments of complicity, smiles, and tender caresses. Zoya, overwhelmed by grief, stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked to the mirror. She placed her hand on her scar, looked at her reflection, and decided it was time to move on.

Days passed. Zoya returned to work, but Aditya no longer attended his sessions, as if he were angry with her. They both wanted to call each other, but neither dared to take the step. Zoya tried to resume the course of her life, but the thought of Aditya, in such a bad state, did not leave her indifferent.

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Chapter 19 checked ! How many chapters do you think are left until the end of the story?

Be lenient, I'm not a writer.