Aditya closed his eyes; his jaw was clenched as he tried to calm himself down. Zoya had absolutely no care for anyone around her, she had, had the radio on a very loud volume for at least two hours and that mixed with her screechy singing made his ears thump loudly. Pushing the button to go forward on his wheelchair, he made his way toward her "I really do not want to have issues with my hearing too".
Almost jumping out of her skin, she stopped washing up and turned around "Well hello to you too, one second" removing the gloves she turned the radio down "Sorry, helps me clean faster, how are you feeling this morning?"
"You already asked me earlier" he snapped and turned his head "Just keep the noise down", turning his wheelchair around, he paused when he heard her from behind him.
"Keep the noise down" she mimicked, pulling a face that she shook off when he turned back again "So, I booked that appointment with the doctor, we need to go and see him tomorrow".
"No, he can come here".
"I'm afraid that isn't your decision to make, you've been stuck in this house for a while, your skin is yellowy, and you need to be checked up with the correct equipment, with the greatest respect, can you stop being so difficult?"
His eyes widened "Excuse me? I'm not the difficult one, I said I don't want to go outside, it's your job to listen" he wanted to brush off her comment about him being difficult, because in his mind he wasn't, he didn't want to meet the outside world looking like this, she wouldn't ever understand that.
"It's my job to care for you to the best of my ability and that includes making decisions that are in your best interests even if you don't think so at the time, I don't want to argue with you and I don't want to disagree with you, but when you're being like this you leave me no choice, please understand that I know what I'm doing and would never put you in a position you didn't want to be in unless it was absolutely necessary" placing the towel down she rounded the kitchen counter, her large t-shirt hanging off her shoulders, strands of hair dangling beside her face, even like this she was attractive to him, annoyingly so.
"You cannot control me" ignoring the way her eyes seemed to sadden whenever he argued with her, he moved his wheelchair back.
"You think that's what I want? I don't, I know the importance of you making your own decisions and I want more than anything for you to be in control, I'm sorry if you feel I've taken that from you, but I stand by my decision Aditya, I only want to help you be the best you that you can be in the current circumstances, if you just work with me this could be so much easier". Zoya leant back against the side "I know the last thing you want to become is my friend, but maybe that would be beneficial to our relationship?" She hoped he would see sense in her words, but by the aggravated look on his face, she wasn't so sure that he had.
Aditya stared back at her "Don't speak down to me like that" he hated the pity so clear in her voice "I'm disabled, not unable to understand what you're saying, if I could stand this would be a very different situation".
"How so? And, I'm not talking down to you, I'm talking to you" she put emphasis on the last two words.
"Because women fell at my feet back then, they'd never argue with me" gritting his teeth he held the arm of his chair tightly.
Zoya rolled her lips "I can see why, but that's not who I am, nor who I will ever be, I promise even if you could stand, I'd be stood too, not at your feet, you don't have to like the fact that we have different views, but you do have to accept it, don't get me wrong, you're the most attractive man I've ever come across in-"
"In a wheelchair" he cut her off "Of course, everything about me will always be linked to the fact I'm in a wheelchair, you have a funny way of complimenting people".
Scowling down at him, her eyes narrowed "In my life, if you would have let me finish rather than jumping to assumptions, you wouldn't have wasted your breath with that sentence, your disability is not part of your identity, but it is a part of your life, I don't see a disabled man when I look at you, I see a self-centred, obnoxious pig" throwing the towel at him, she turned around "How's that for a compliment?"
Aditya grumbled under his breath "Stupid woman, take this towel off of my lap".
"Say please" she ordered grumpily.
"No".
"Then I ain't moving it, Mr I'd have you at my feet, who doesn't like other people making decisions for his betterment, figure it out for yourself since you crave the control so much" she knew that getting this emotional with him this soon was wrong, but he drove her up the wall, always thinking the worst, interrupting her and arguing with her, no matter what she did, she couldn't win.
"Please" his voice cracked, looking up at her when she towered over him to get the towel he grabbed her wrist that was in his reach "Why are you upset?" This seemed to be what they did, so he was very taken back when she seemed distressed.
"I'm an emotional person, okay, when I'm happy, I cry, when I'm sad, I cry, when I'm mad, I cry, when I'm frustrated, I cry and right now, I'm frustrated" blinking past the tears, she stood up to her full height "Please let go of my arm".
Something tightened in his chest at her tears "Good husband material isn't letting a woman cry and not trying to cheer her up, how will I ever win you over as my fake wife if I ignore this?" He was instantly relieved by the smile that broke out on her face, the way her eyes glistened made him take a shallow breath.
"You can be very charming when you want to be" she sniffed "You're also a bit of an ass, but it's okay, I forgive you".
Aditya rolled his eyes "And you're very over dramatic" his glance fell over the flowers in the vase "Lilies? You brought flowers with you?"
Zoya looked back at them and grinned "My favourite flowers" grabbing a banana from behind her she held it out to him "Important to get your five a day" peeling it, she held it up, so he could bite it and allowed her thoughts to run away with her.
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Zoya sat on the sofa, a magazine in her hand, glancing over the magazine at Aditya, she ducked her head when he looked back at her, she had never been the sneakiest person.
"Is there something you want?" He was still sat, slightly facing the window and slightly facing her, but he had seen her looking all the same.
"No" she squeaked "Was staring into space, not at you".
"Sure you were".
"I was".
"Sure".
"What, you don't believe me?" Now she was offended.
"Didn't say that".
"Well, you practically insinuated it" her cheeks darkened beneath his gaze "It's rude to insinuate and to assume, didn't your mother ever teach you that?" Of course, it was meant to be a joke, but the steely look in his eyes made her wish she hadn't said it at all.
"My mother taught me a lot of things, how to deal with crappy parenting was number one, number two was how to spot a liar, she lied all the time and now so are you, didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie?" He rebuffed somewhat irately.
Zoya gulped "She died when I was young, my Abbu was um, he's dead also" she didn't want to say that her father was murdered for fear of sounding like some kind of weirdo.
Aditya turned the chair around, so he was facing her "So, your sister is all you have?"
"Actually, she is dead too, the person on the phone was just a friend who addresses me as a sister, I have no family" well that was partially a lie, she had people who were like family, just none were her own blood.
"I'm sorry" he furrowed his brows "I didn't know".
"Don't be" she smiled warmly "I've lost a lot in my life, but I've gained so much too, I wouldn't have a job as fulfilling as this if it wasn't for what I'd been through, and without any of that" she gulped "I wouldn't have met you, and then where would you be?" She hoped to lighten the mood.
"Dead".
"Hey, don't talk like that, it's not your time yet and it wasn't your time back then" hearing him say that hurt more than she expected.
"Back then?" Aditya was confused, rolling forward he stopped by her feet "What do you mean?"
"The car crash" she swallowed hard "Silly".
"How do you know about that?" His brows knitted, he hadn't told her and as far as he knew, she hadn't recognised him as a racer.
"Medical forms of course" she let out a forced laugh, thankful for her quick thinking "I'm not a mind reader" she couldn't tell him where she had really got the information from and lying had never been her strong suit "I just need to call my friend, be right back" running past him, she pulled the door shut and held the phone to her ear. "Aunty, I messed up, I let him know that I knew about the accident and I cried earlier and I, I can't do this" this strong act of hers was beginning to take its toll.
Anjana sat back in her rocking chair "Zoya, listen to me, you are doing great and you cannot allow your fear to consume you, it's been five years, at some point we must stop living in the past" looking down at the dead body on the floor, she span her gun in her hand "Look after my son Zoya, you're the only one that can, what was it he used to say? Ah, that's it, it was you who made the monster become a man" cutting the phone she closed her eyes and hummed quietly.
Descending has also been updated:)
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