Mere Dil Ko Tere Dil Ki Zaroorat Hai - AdiYa FF

Chapter 21 : Pajama Party

— What are you doing here? Yash fixed Aditya with a burning intensity, his tone laden with reproach. Apparently, it has become a habit for you to barge into people's lives uninvited. He was about to grab his phone to call security, but Aditya, in a fit of anger, snatched the device from his hands.

— You're not calling anyone. This is between you and me, Aditya growled, throwing the phone against the wall with a force that echoed in the room.

— Now, you're going to tell me what exactly your relationship with Pooja was, he demanded, his piercing gaze fixed on Yash.

— Aditya, I think you're becoming completely paranoid. Get yourself checked; you're losing your mind day by day. I already told you I was just your wife's gynecologist, Yash replied, trying to keep his calm despite the palpable tension.

— And can you tell me how she got pregnant? Aditya insisted, his voice trembling with contained anger.

— Aditya, we're not children. It's not my job to explain to you how babies are made, Yash replied, an ironic smile on his lips, but his heart was racing.

Aditya felt trapped, his suspicions growing like a threatening shadow. He had no tangible proof against Yash, just doubts and two messages from Pooja discussing with another guy, which proved nothing. Isn't it unfair to put all the blame on Yash? he wondered. After all, Yash was just a doctor, a man who facilitated a medical procedure to save the woman he loved. Yet, an inner voice whispered to him that there was something more, something that went beyond the simple gynecologist-patient relationship. And those appointments outside the office? Rajveer told me he had surveillance videos showing them together. I need to watch them, he thought to himself.

As Aditya was about to leave the office, Yash provoked him once more. — But what's going on, Aditya? Don't tell me you think Pooja's child isn't yours.

Aditya's face hardened, a storm of emotions swirling within him. He kept his composure, but Yash didn't stop there. — Believe me, your story isn't going to happen to me. I'll make sure to get Zoya pregnant before our wedding, he said with biting sarcasm.

Aditya's anger exploded. — You don't talk about her like that! he shouted, his face darkened by rage.

Yash, surprised by the violence of his reaction, straightened up, but Aditya didn't give him time to react. He hit him with all his strength, repeatedly shouting: Zoya, you respect her; don't get close to her! The blows rained down, the fierce struggle resonating in Yash's office, a titanic battle where pain and anger intertwined.

— Oh my God, they're going to kill each other! exclaimed Mona, Yash's secretary, her face pale. She grabbed her intercom to call security as the sounds of the fight drew the attention of patients and hospital staff.

— What's going on here? Zoya asked, bursting into the office, her heart racing. The scene before her was chaotic: Aditya on Yash, ready to strike. Stop it! she shouted, her voice full of authority. Aditya, for my sake, stop it! She stepped closer, her trembling hands trying to calm the storm.

— Are you okay? she asked, worried, as she ran her hands over Aditya's cheeks, noticing the blood trickling from his forehead. Aditya shot a mischievous smile at Yash, as if to prove that Zoya was first concerned about him. Realizing this, Zoya detached herself from him and reached out to Yash to help him up.

At that moment, security burst into the office, ready to intervene. — Take him to the police station, Yash ordered, his voice trembling from the blows he had received.

— No... no, that's not necessary, Zoya interjected, her gaze determined. I'm one of the major shareholders of this hospital. I said it's not needed; you can go, she added, dismissing the security guards with an authoritative gesture.

— Can you tell me what's going on? Zoya asked, her eyes fixed on Yash and Aditya, her heart racing.

— I don't want to stay in the same room as this cheater, Aditya spat as he left the room, his voice full of disgust.

— Come on, that's it, go ahead, Aditya Hooda, Yash shot back, threateningly. Believe me, this story isn't over yet. Zoya watched Aditya disappear, a dull worry settling in her. She wanted to ask him to see a doctor, but she didn't want her concern to be too obvious in front of Yash.

Yash, sitting on the examination table, let the nurse treat him, his gaze lost. He didn't want to blame Zoya for what had just happened with Aditya, fearing she would shut down and distance herself even more from him. Zoya, for her part, was preparing for the answer she would give Yash if he ever asked her the question, but neither of them dared to break the silence.

The tension was palpable, the air charged with electricity. The sound of ambulances outside echoed like a reflection of their inner turmoil. — Ouch, Yash exclaimed as the nurse pressed on one of his wounds.

— Are you okay? Zoya asked, feigning concern that masked her own turmoil.

— Zoya, will you stay with me tonight? Yash asked, his face displaying a beaten dog expression as they put a bandage on him.

— Actually, I'm just going to take you home. I've already called Mahi; she'll take care of you tonight. You know I have to accompany Dad to his conference, Zoya said, searching for an excuse that wouldn't hurt him.

— But Zoya, you've never attended these conferences; you've always found them boring. Yash looked at her, perplexed.

— Yes, that's true, but I promised to accompany my father, and given our current relationship, it will do us good, she replied, nervous. The idea of the conference was an escape, an excuse to avoid spending the evening with Yash. The nurse had said his injuries were superficial; there was no need to worry.

— Come on, Yash, let's go; I'm going to be late for the conference. She helped him put his t-shirt back on and pushed him onto the wheelchair, a gesture that warmed Yash's heart and brought a smile to his lips.

— What's amusing you? Zoya asked, raising an eyebrow.

— No, nothing, he replied, a smirk on his face.

— Okay, if you say so. She started her car, and in an instant, they were already in front of Yash's apartment.

— Aren't you coming up with me? he asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

— Uhhh... she hesitated. Ahhh, Mahi is already there. I think it won't be necessary. Mahi headed toward the door where Yash stood. Hello, Zoya, she said quickly before heading upstairs.

— Phewwwww... Zoya exclaimed in relief, resting her face on the steering wheel. Since when have I become so ungrateful? Yash had done so much for her. Why hadn't she wanted to go back with him that night? She started her car to head home, but as her eyes glanced at the clock, she noticed she still had time before the conference began. She decided to take a quick detour, her heart heavy with conflicting thoughts.