• AdiYa FF ~ The Hookup •

• Chapter 4(A) •

And that's how he remembered...

That's how she remembered what had happened the night before...
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CHAPTER 4(A)

"I'll talk to you later, dad."  Zoya quickly ended the phone call and slipped it in her handbag. She averted her gaze elsewhere to avoid Yash's pining one. It had barely been an hour since they had arrived at her friend, Pooja's anniversary party but Zoya knew the tension was about to build up faster than a speeding bullet and this moment  definitely seemed like one of the several bullets their marriage had to bear the pain of.

Zoya's father, Wasim, had called her for more than fifteen minutes to enquire about Yash's latest event management failure. The man had constantly warned Zoya against marrying Yash but she chose to follow what her heart said to her.

"What did he say this time? Did he stoop even lower in insulting me or are we still on the same low as last time?" Zoya turned to look at Yash as he said that and saw the anger and frustration in his eyes.

In that moment, she remembered what her father had once told her. He had said, on the night of their marriage which was possibly the worst time he could've picked, that she deserved better than a man who was ready to leave his family for a girl he'd met only a year ago; that he made crass decisions and whenever he would fail, Zoya would have to take the fall with him because their marriage would be the one carrying the load of unfulfilled dreams and compromises. She remembered, brushing it off then because how could her father judge so much about their future together when he had known Yash for such little time?

"It was nothing. He wasn't talking about you." Over the years, his statements had only proven to be true and Zoya, like all the other times, was trying to balance between the two most important men in her life. How could she tell Yash that her father was reiterating his failure to her, especially when this night wasn't supposed to be about them.

"I can't believe you, Zoya! I can see it in your eyes how hard you're trying to convince me on this. I'm so fed up! No matter how hard I work, I'll always be a no-hoper to your father." Yash shouted and Zoya thanked the chaotic mingling at the party because at least nobody heard them.

She grabbed his arm and looked at him, sincerely, trying to tell him that she didn't want this either and she couldn't help the situation. But Yash didn't seem to understand and yanked away his arm.

"Yash... I'll talk to him. I know, deep down, he really likes you!" Zoya desperately tried to stop the argument from building.

"Zoya... how can you still defend him?! You know I've already had a rough week and I've been doing nothing but meeting vendors and clients to get rid of the plague on my company because of the last unsuccessful event and all I need is your support! But what do I get instead? Taunts from your family! What am I supposed to do?"

She could see the hurt in his eyes but for once, she wished he could see the one in her eyes.

"Yash I-"

His phone rang, indicating a message and he pulled it out of his pocket. Zoya waited for him to look back at her and end this argument once and for all. Instead, Yash looked up at her and said, "I have to go and this conversation is going nowhere, anyway. Call up the driver to come and pick you up whenever you wanna leave."

And with that, he left. Zoya stood there, with tears welling up in her eyes. Everything seemed to be falling apart and she just needed a break. When she had come back home from Goa, she was expecting a much happier time with Yash... not what had just happened.