Life truly played a cruel game on Zoya.
Zoya Siddiqui, a simple girl growing up in the city of Mussorie, had simple dreams too. She would marry a man of her parents' choice, after all they knew what was best for her. She would have the most beautiful nikkah ceremony and would shyly whisper qubool hai under her dupatta as the man of her dreams was before her.
Then came Yash Arora, turning her world upside down and topsy-turvy. Yash Arora was her biggest nightmare in a daydream's form. He was charming with every word, he was chivalrous with every action, and he was caring. That sweet feeling of romance entered Zoya's heart and before she knew it, the dutiful Siddiqui daughter had turned a blind eye to her parents' wishes and was leaving alongside Yash to start the dream she envisioned. She knew her parents would come around eventually. How upset could they possibly remain?
Mrs. Zoya Arora lived her happiest life during the first year of their marriage. The spontaneous gifts, the spontaneous candlelit dinners, the never-ending love was too good to be true. Nights spent in his arms and mornings awoken by his kisses made her heart flutter.
As the year passed, and the glasses of Zoya's alternate reality shattered, the first thing to escape was Yash's love. The late-night meetings, the nights Zoya fell asleep waiting for him, the sudden lack of interest he displayed worried her. But her delusional, love-blind mind was to nave to be alarmed by this.
The night she found his dead body attached to Pooja's was the final straw for Zoya. She cried endlessly for a man who was preparing her for this since the a long time ago. Maybe that's why it didn't hurt when she saw the divorce papers. Maybe that's why she attempted suicide, not because of him, but because life felt so empty. She didn't have her parents, she didn't have her Yash, she didn't have anyone to call her own. Zoya Siddiqui was reduced to nothing.
When she joined ZOSH again, Mr. Aditya Hooda AKA her husband's lover's husband AKA her archenemy-but-sometimes-savior left no stone unturned to make sure she was irritated. It was if his day wasn't made without listening to the repeated insults from her. Sometimes she wondered what kept their fates intertwined. His presence, which should've reminded her of Yash's deceit, only gave her some type of solace instead.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, Aditya never left her side. When Mahi single-handedly tried to usurp the company she worked tirelessly for, it was Aditya that revealed her wrongdoings. Whenever things seemed to go wrong, it was always Aditya who held her from breaking apart. Everything she wished Yash had been there through, it was always Aditya there in his place...
Falling in love a second time wasn't easy. Giving someone the ability to practically destroy you once again wasn't easy. Especially when he was your ex-husband's lover's husband. In a perfect alternate world, she wished she had met him years ago way before a mess of her life had been made. Despite being in love with him, she kept this secret buried in her heart. There were too many odds against her love this time. Besides, she didn't have it in her to have her heart broken once more, so she safeguarded it.
It wasn't long before the heated attraction between her and Aditya escalated. When he grabbed her hand, she felt a strange heat rush to her cheeks, he no longer annoyed her, rather she found it difficult to maintain eye contact during a conversation with him. Aditya had crossed all bounds when he kissed her mid-sentence one day.
The awkwardness between them continued. Till one day, Aditya courageously admitted his feelings and proposed to her.
Raised traditionally, Zoya couldn't fathom having a life outside of her first marriage. Let alone with her ex-husband's lover's husband. Life was supposed to be like a Bollywood romance film right you live once, die once, fall in love once, and marry once... right?
Wrong.
Zoya adorned herself in minimalistic jewellery and a red dupatta as she looked into the mirror. When it's your second wedding, things like adornments get ignored, what remained was the nervousness and memories of entwining your life with someone who made a joke out of this commitment.
As she arrived to the mandap, and saw his face, waiting patiently for her suddenly all that nervousness disappeared.
This time she was confident. She had made the right choice.
When you start to love someone new
You laugh at the indecisiveness of love.
Remember when you were sure
the last one was the one
and now here you are
redefining the one all over again.
A fresh love is a gift by rupi kaur
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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