Crazy in Love... An #ADIYA love story...

Chapter 3 : Breakfast Buddies.

Zoya hadn't been able to sleep that night. She always found it difficult to get used to a new bed. She had tossed and turned in her bed all night trying to fall asleep but she just couldn't. She did manage a weak slumber for a couple of hours but woke up around five that morning. So she decided to quit trying and to make herself an espresso and read her book. Once her coffee was ready she plopped down on the couch in the living room with a mug in one hand and a hardback copy of "The Burning Maze" in another. She started reading like the bookworm that she was - and the world around her faded away.

"Nice PJs sweetheart" a masculine voice came out of nowhere. Zoya was shaken out of her adventure in the labyrinth and harshly brought back to reality where about four hours had passed and her roommate was awake. Not just awake, but naked too. Well not technically naked - he did have a towel wrapped around his waist. Judging by his look right now Ziya could make out that he'd just stepped out of the bathroom. She could see that his dark hair was wet and dripping. His delicious jawline looked damp and his every single of his abs glistened as the drops of water on them caught her eyesight, making her want to get up and feel them under her own fingers. His towel was wrapped pretty low on his waist and she could see the hints of his most private areas and instead of looking away, she found herself gawking at him shamelessly. She couldn't help but exhale loudly - almost like a moan - as a reflex reaction to his body.

"Ooh! Like what you see baby? I know I'm one tasty dish." he flirted, breaking her trance. "Uh, No! No! What the hell Hooda! Why are you naked!" "Well I'm not naked - I do have a towel on," he shrugged, non - chalant and then added "But I can lose it if you want..." "Oh My God!" Zoya said in disbelief. What an uptight prat! "Quit flirting with me arse." Zoya bit back a curse and then said calmly "You just had a shower didn't you? Go put something on."

"Aw but sweetie I like it this way, don't you too?" he said and took a step towards her. Zoya panicked, got up in a beat and barged into her room with her book in one hand whilst her other hand held onto her forehead tight as if she had the world's worst case of headache. She slammed the door behind her and yelled from within "Aditya Hooda you will not flirt with me and tell me once you're dressed. Only then will I leave my room." "You're so cute sweetheart" she heard Aditya laugh. "Come out of your room. I'll go to mine and get dressed." he said in a surprisingly sweet tone.

Zoya chose not to reply. Instead she went and sat on her bed. She took three deep breaths and got back to her book. Her books were her escape from everything - from her mother's constant reminders about how she should get married in the next three years at most, from her relatives' 'concerns' about how hard her life must be as a fatherless girl and how it would affect her dowry and in turn her marriage, and now she found an escape from a hot roommate who somehow turned her on.

A few minutes later she smelt something delicious - Chocolate! She couldn't stop herself from peeping into the kitchen. Aditya had actually dressed up and was also wearing an apron - he was cooking. He was making chocolate pancakes! "You know how to cook?" Zoya asked incredulously. " Hey look who's back!" he smiled. "Yeah well I smelt chocolate so..." she shrugged. "Come on grab a plate sweetheart. Made you some breakfast to apologise for this morning." "You're not that bad Hooda." Zoya laughed as he served her three fluffy pancakes. She then poured so much of chocolate syrup on them that they were practically drowning. Aditya then served some for himself and lay down a plate of extras and they sat to eat.

"You Captain Hooda are a really good cook." Zoya said through a full mouth, pointing her fork at him. "I'm good at a lot else too sweetie." "Don't flirt with me." "Sweetheart when did I flirt with you? I just offered to demonstrate my other skills." "Don't make such offers. Why must you be such a Casanova all the time? Just be good pancake guy for a while and pass me two more of them." "You really don't like me do you?" "Well I've known you for less than 24 hours and all you've done is hit on me." she shrugged. "Okay Zoya Siddiqui. I know the solution to this problem. To like me you'll have to spend some time with me. What say we both have breakfast together every day? We'll cook alternatively." "No breakfast dates with you Hooda" Zoya said. "Okay Sweetheart, we'll be breakfast buddies. Is that okay?" "Okay. Yeah I like that idea. And stop calling me sweetheart." "Oh just so you know" he said abruptly "I have a flight tomorrow afternoon and I'll be back day after tomorrow around three in the morning. You'll be alone in the apartment for a long time in the night. You can call any of your friends over if you want, it's a new city and I want you to feel safe here."

Zoya could see genuine care in his eyes. He maybe a prat but he's sweet, maybe he won't be so hard to live with, she thought.

I'm so sorry that the update cane so late but I had exams and so had to kinda wait for them to get over to cone back here and write... I'll now update regularly.
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