Just felt like penning an os. I have written for other shows before, my first for this show. Inspired by the song Lo safar from Baaghi 2
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Zoya stared out towards the water. She was at the bridge where she had once tried to stop Aditya from jumping to his death and then soon after from oncoming car.
For months she denied the truth that Yash and Pooja had cheated them both. Then the divorce papers came to light. Pooja had not signed hers, but Yash had signed theirs.
She finally realized that Yash had cheated her in more ways than one. In her distress she had cut her wrist in the shower that fateful night. But alas the one who wanted her to see the truth of their dead spouses, was the one who fought tooth and nail to save her yet again.
What had drawn them together, she never could put her finger on it.
She felt a presence behind her and she turned to see concerned orbs glaring back at her.
The man she thought would never be on the same page as her was here now besides her.
"Zoya yaar I have been looking for you so long. I should have known you would come here," he admitted.
" Why did you mention the past? We finally moved past what they did. You know I hate it when you compare me to.."
He sighed.
"I know I was wrong. I swear never to say those things to you. You are so much more innocent and do more right by me than anyone else in my life has so far. Maaf kardo mujhe please," he pleaded.
She smiled through her tears. There was only so much time she could stay mad at him for.
He knew how to make her come around.
"Aditya you know I love you," she whispered as she came close to him.
He took the lead and pulled her to himself by her slim waist. He made a note to learn all her favorite dishes. She never took care of herself.
She blushed as she always did when he was so close to her.
"Kya soch ri ho?"
"Humsafar ban gaya jo kahbie mujhe se nafarat karta tha," she replied.
He smiled as he wrapped his arm around her.
"Benpannaah pyar hai tujse.Kabhie kam nahin hone nahin dunga."
"Pakka wala promise?," she asked softly.
He nodded and led her to where he had hazardously parked their car.
A cop gave him a considerate nod as they passed.
" You already called in a police report?," she exclaimed.
He shrugged.
"Maybe."
She nudged him as she sat in her seat.
"Aditya you are too much!," she hissed.
"Whatever I am, I am yours," he retorted as he started the car and they sped off into the night.