Zoya was in the office, looking at her design file in the PC. She was tapping her pen on her chin, while her colleague Ayaan stopped by her place.
"Lovely design, Zoya!"
Zoya turned at him and smiled, "Really? You like it?"
"Yeah man...it's too good..." Ayaan said and pulled Pooja's chair and sat in it, as he looked at the design clearly.
"You said you are a newbie, but your designs are so professional!"
Zoya smiled hearing it, "Thanks. But still, I feel this is not up to the mark. I have still a lot to learn."
"Ohh, please! Don't do so." Ayaan said, while Zoya looked at him with a puzzled look.
"If you learn more than this, then we all will have to go home. There won't be any need of us here."
Zoya chuckled, as she looked back into her PC, while Pooja came there and beat on Ayaan's back, "Hello!! What are you doing sitting in my chair? Get up!!"
"Arre Pooja, why are you so rude?" Ayaan asked getting up from the chair, while Pooja moved past him and sat in her chair, while she looked at Zoya, "You know what Zoya, don't talk to this guy!"
Zoya looked at Ayaan hearing it, while Ayaan asked her, "But why? What did I do?"
"Zoya, I have been asking this guy to send me his song recordings since a year. Till now he hasn't sent me even a single song!"
Zoya asked, "Song recording?"
"Yeah. You know, he sings really well. Last time our Delhi office staff especially made him come to Delhi for a performance at our Annual Day. And since then, I am a fan of his singing. Just some recordings I asked him, and he is showing too much attitude!"
"Arre Pooja, nothing like that..." Ayaan said with a smile, while Pooja took a folder and walked out pushing him away, while Ayaan went behind her, pleading her.
Zoya smiled seeing that, while her phone started ringing. She looked at an unknown number in it, and picked it up.
"Hello??"
Aditya was silent hearing it, while he suddenly cut the call and put the phone down, and looked at it with a tensed face.
"Hello?? Hello?" Zoya looked at her phone and muttered, "Call got cut?"
Zoya put the phone down, and carried on with her work.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Aditya held his head with his two hands, resting his arms on the table, "Why did I cut the call? It's just a normal thing I have to talk about yeah? Why am I hesitating for that? This Pooja yaar...her talks have messed up my brain big time!"
Aditya picked up his phone, "Okay...this is nothing...just talk to her normally Adi!"
Saying so, Aditya dialed her number again.
Zoya was taking some notes in her notepad, while her phone started ringing again.
She picked it up, while she was still writing in her notepad, "Hello?"
"He..." Aditya stopped, while he wondered how will he start talking to her. Directly tell her that he needs her help, or talk something normally before that? But what if she mistakes that to be some flirting? They have not even reached that friendship stage now. The call was on, while Aditya's mind was busy.
"Hello, who is this?" Zoya asked, while Aditya cut the call again, and tapped his forehead.
Zoya looked at the phone with a frowned look, "Who is this? Calling again and again, but not speaking a word?"
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The Call of Destiny - AdiYa FF
Fanfiction🏆 Featured in Wattpad @AmbassadorsIN Serialized Spotlight Reading List Aditya Hooda is a sincere police officer, who doesn't believe in destiny and holds himself totally responsible for anything right or wrong which happens in his life. He is a man...
