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It's been long, I haven't jotted anything which is annoying. But anyways! Time constraints :(
About this one, just another random idea which kicked in while I was reading a book the other day. I had a different plan for this one initially but then that would have been a lot more dominating and a shade darker with lust, if I went ahead with that. So I thought I will focus on the sole emotion and work it out this time. Though I don't find this much appealing to myself, I thought it was better to share than to discard it.
As stated earlier, I do have a lot of random idea to jot down, it's just about time. I will try to come up with the next sooner.
Thanks!
One Shot #7
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AdiYa One Shot: Ghost from the past
You don't deserve love.
The words slammed ear-deafeningly onto her. Her attempts to block those words out of her mind, failed miserably. She tried hard to not think of it. To let go off of it, but the words just wouldn't stop haunting her. Just like the ghosts from her past. The ghost from her past, Her ex.
She heard the footsteps and pulled the sleeves of her t-shit over her palms, swiping off the fabric against her wet cheeks. There was no way she could let her broken self on display. Not to Aditya.
"There you are," she heard the exhausted sigh. However, she couldn't mistake the warmth and smile in his words after having spotted her.
He was soon kneeling in front of her, near the foot of the bed as she sat with her knees tugged close to her chest. As soon as he flashed her with his most charming smile, she found her insides melt. His arms instantly wrapped around her and he held her, breathing her fragrance while she wished for the time to freeze.
As though sensing her thoughts, he leaned back, his hands still held her though. A frown crept across his beautiful features, as he studied her face.
You can't be loved.
She closed her eyes as she uttered the silent pray. So much for hoping that she could. The gentle graze of his knuckles across her jaw line, startled her. He tucked a strand of hair behind, while his eyes gently searched hers as he questioned, "What's wrong, Love?"
He will get tired of you, just like I did.
'Everything,' she wanted to scream but her voice seemed to be struck somewhere in her throat. Instead she vigorously shook her head, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she tried to stifle the unwanted sob but her tears betrayed her. She had cried enough over it, her eyes were still stinging but they seemed to have not dried enough yet.
The sight in front of him shook him. He could certainly tolerate anything in the world apart from the sight he was witnessing right then. "Zoya," his voice came out in a mere whisper, broken and rough. He held her close, while she let out a sob. Her head buried in his chest and her tears straining his shirt.
Several questions popped in his head but it didn't seem the right time to spring those questions at her. He had to wait to get answers to all his questions and till then, he had to keep his temper in check. The reason for her tears were about to be vanished from the surface the earth.
It almost seemed like ages when her cries died, and he felt her breathing altered to normal. He glanced down at her as his fingers swept across her cheek. Her startled eyes instantly met his concerned ones. His lips thinned into a smile, unsure. "Now can I ask you?"
Her lips trembled at the question and he cursed himself. "I am sorry," she cried, her hands still clutching onto his shirt. It wasn't what he intended to do, but he needed to know the reason.
His thumb rubbed across her cheek before stealing a peck on the red tip of nose. "I guess, I am entitled to some explanation," his voice faltered with uncertainty. They had been through so much before but he could never rip apart the fear that rose in his chest every once in a while. Especially, at situations like these.
Even before he could process his questions, she threw one of hers at him, "Why do you love me, Aditya?" She had to get answers to clear her own head.
He was caught off guard at her sudden question. Of everything else, she chose to ask him this. Why?
The way her eyes searched him spoke a lot more than the words she would utter. "Because there's nothing else, nothing better I can do for you," he answered. "You deserve nothing but love and I can't imagine to give you anything less. Also," he stared intently at her for a brief moment before continuing, "I have my own selfish motives." Those words sent a tingle down her spine. He inched forward, dipping his head closer to hers as he spoke, "I can't afford to lose you because it would only end up destroying me. I would be left shattered and dead, if I don't find you beside me. The only person I can love is you." There was so much that couldn't be expressed in words.
"Now that I have answered your question, I want answers to mine," a sudden worry washed over her expressions and his mind clouded with more questions.
"Aditya," she squirmed, still cradled in his lap.
"Don't," the one word held so much of command that held no scope for any further argument. His eyes held her firmly. The urge to roll her eyes was strong but she knew better than to instigate him. Instead she pulled out the lower lip in a pout at his commanding nature.
"Now," he freed her lower lips and continued, "I need you to explain me what had happened to bring tears in those beautiful eyes of yours." He swore he felt her shiver at the reminder. No matter how difficult it was for him, he needed to know if he wished to tackle a situation like this in future.
"I bumped into Yash before," her words strained, barely audible to her own ears. But his steely eyes that held the wild storm conveyed he had heard every word that she uttered.
That stupid ex of hers had stirred ample of troubles in her life earlier. He had messed up with her head earlier and he was trying the same tactic again. Aditya, however, was furious that the douche could get past to Zoya and he wasn't able to guard his girl.
He was silent yet the tightening of his muscles didn't go unnoticed. The explosion was about to happen anytime. But not before she explained all of it. So, she continued, "He said certain things and it got through me."
"What did he say?" His words tipped with an edge. The way she gulped at his words depicted that there was so much more hidden in her words.
"Nothing that I didn't deserve," her eyes blinked in an attempt to keep the set of fresh tears spilling down her cheek. His nostrils flared instantly at her low self esteem. Her good for nothing ex was going to pay for everything. Aditya wasn't a man to sit back and his loved ones suffer. He rather ensured that they were well taken care off. Yash, however, was stark opposite. He was manipulative and loved to be in control. And that was what he was trying to do once again. He was trying to get into Zoya's head and charge her actions. When Zoya was with him, he had completely destroyed her in more ways than what can be seen. It took so much effort from both Zoya and Aditya to bring her to where she stood now, independent and confident.
Of course, Yash had to choose the exact moment to shatter her confidence and screw her thoughts. Aditya, however, had his doubts that he had done a lot more to get through her this time.
"Nothing from that prick is what you would ever deserve. You deserve better," he reminded her, "and trust me, that prick is about to get what he deserves but that's only after I am done with you." His fingers dropped on hers, curling around her wrist and he witnessed her wincing at the subtle brush of his fingers across her skin. A dark, knowing emotion fleeted in his eyes while his jaws ticked. Though he didn't need to confirm his suspicions, he tugged her sleeved up ahead to the elbows as he bared the wrist to his naked eyes.
There. He saw a band of deep brown and red on her skin. His fingers clenched into a fist, that man had no right to hurt his girl. And he would make sure that the man paid for his deeds. However, before that he needed to see how badly he had gotten to Zoya.
His fingers slid the fabric in search, ensuring there was no more physical damage. Emotional, he had his doubts.
"He didn't harm me," her words even though were to sooth his tension, added fury to his outraged anger. It sounded a statement in his defense and he didn't like it.
"I surely see it differently then," he gritted out those words. "He has no right to as much as think of you, forget about looking up at you, walking upto you and having a gala chit chat conversation with you. And he sure does not have a right to lay his f**king finger on you," he blasted. Though his outburst was directed to Yash, he could see the instant impact on Zoya. She flinched and cowered for a moment, only to inch forward and wrap her arms around him with her head back against his chest. Her fingers ran across his skin, over the shirt fabric in an attempt to soothe his raging nerves. And he calmed.
"Listen to me," his voice stern enough for her to oblige. "And listen to me very carefully, Zoya. I will be here to ease off any insecurity that you feel. In fact, anything that ever creeps up between the two of us. But nothing," his words equally pointed as his finger at her, "I mean nothing at all, no one but you and I are allowed in this relationship. It's us. We don't bring anyone else in this. You don't let someone walk onto you and shatter you because that's not worth." He tried hard to explain her things in the most generic way possible. However, the words forming in his head were more specific, abusive and a lot more harsh to a certain external entity.
"Are we clear?" He searched in her eyes for the slightest bit of hesitation.
She smiled at him before saluting as she mouthed, "Yes, Sir!"
~Fin~
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