Adiya Fanfiction: Hot and Bothered. (Part 2 Updated on Page 3)

Zoya had been invited to her friend's wedding and she had decided to go. She needed a break from the shitshow that her life had been for the past few months and return to normalcy. Her family had wholeheartedly agreed that it would be good for her to socialize and for once leave the home for something other than work.

Zoya was surprised when her childhood friend Aisha who once used to be their neighbor and had moved to Mumbai several years ago had called her a couple of months ago. Aisha had seen the Zoya-Aditya scandal on tv and found out about the tragedy that her life had become from her Mussourie neighbors.

She had then reached out to Zoya and expressed her sorrow over everything that had happened and had ever since kept in touch. She had shown up to her house two weeks ago full of joy and bridal excitement and given her the invite and bulldozed Zoya into promising that she would attend the wedding festivities. While Zoya had missed out on the wedding due to an event Zosh was managing that she was determined to attend the reception party.

Now, ladies, we are all familiar with the scene I am about to describe. Clothes were strewn across the bed, jewelry laid out on the table, dupattas and saris draped across chairs, clothes on the ground clearly thrown there in frustration. Zoya had spent the last two hours staring at her closet and pulling out clothes to try on with little success. She had finally narrowed down her choice to a few options and was about to call out to Noor when she heard footsteps.

Her eyes still on the clothes she said "Noor, hum tumhiko awaaz lagane waale the aur tum aa gayi, humari help kariye na kapdke select karne main. Samajh nahi aa raha hai ki kya pehne aaj reception party main. Yeh pink and silver suit pehne ya woh green waala? Hum aapko dono pehenke dikhate hai. "

She gasped when she heard the oh so familiar male voice reply

"Haan haan bilkul pehenke dikhao"

Some of you may have guessed by now who this voice belonged to ladies. I will not try to create mystery this one time and confirm that the voice did indeed belong to the ever so sarcastic, laakhon dilon ki dhadkan, Zoya's eternal pain in the backside Mr. Aditya Hooda. You may ask what he was doing in Zoya's house leaning against the door of her bedroom in all his glory acting like he owned the place. You may even be outraged that he had sauntered into her bedroom like he had the right to. But let's hold the indignation and gasps of outrage and give the delicious man a chance to explain himself.

"You?!" Zoya gasped in outrage. "What are you doing here? How did you get in? And where is Noor? She didn't tell me you were here"

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and asked him "I didn't hear the doorbell ring, did you climb in through the kitchen window again? Why didn't you knock on the door? I swear you reach new heights of shamelessness everyday Mr.Hooda"

Aditya straightened himself smirking in that annoying but oh so sexy way of his and answered "Noor let me in on her way out to the store. She opened the door before I could ring the doorbell, told me you were in your bedroom and asked me to inform you that she will be back soon"

Not satisfied with the answer Zoya interrupted him and said "That still doesn't explain what you are doing here, standing in my room uninvited"

"Tumhe maza aata hai kya gussa karne main? Mujhe koyi shauk nahi hai tumhare kamre main ghusne ka. Awaaz lagayi thi maine but tum tho apne aap se baath karne main busy thi. Maine tumhare kamre ka darwaza khula dekha tho socha check kar lun. Knock karne hi waala tha but tumhara pagalpan dekh kar rukh gaya. Tum aaj kal kapdo se bhi baath karne lagi ho kya? "

Without giving her a chance to reply and mischief in his eyes he walked over to her and continued "Forget that, you were about to show me something. Go ahead. I am waiting"

He was looking down at her enjoying the annoyance that was clearly displayed on her face.

Zoya took a deep breath and prayed for patience lest she thump him in annoyance. "I was talking to Noor and can you please for the love of god not be annoying for once and tell me what you are doing in my house? Kuch kaam tha kya?"

Aditya ignored her questions and started poking around at the pile of clothes on her bed. "So you took a day off from Zosh to play fashion fashion with yourself? he looked amused as he looked at Zoya who looked ready to implode.

He took in the image she presented. Angry face, the adorable way her nose crinkled when she got angry, luscious plump lips pursed together, heaving chest due to the short fast breaths she was taking, fists that were currently strangling the innocent clothing item which he could bet his last rupee on that she was hoping was his neck. He could practically see her curly hair sizzling with electricity. He loved working her up like this. He would even go as far as admitting that angry and flustered Zoya was hot.

He practically lived to annoy her these days. She was his favorite way to pass his time after all. After the whole "Yash is not a murderer" case was closed he and Zoya had laid to rest their past once and for all.

Zosh had long been seized by the bank but at his request, Mr. Hooda had pulled some strings and paid off the one crore bank loan and got Zosh reinstated. Aditya still had a couple of months before his suspension was lifted and he could go back to flying. He had all the time in the world to pester his favorite target.

He had gone to the office today and found out that she had taken a day off. He had jumped at the chance when Mithileshji needed some papers signed urgently and had dutifully told him that he would take them to his Zoya Mam and get them delivered back to the office.

Thus he landed on her doorstep and was rewarded by the sight of her talking to herself standing in the middle of her room which he could only describe as a mess he was glad he didn't have to clean. His joy had tripled when she had mistaken him for Noor and given him a beautiful opening to tease her with.

Zoya dumped the clothes she was holding on the bed and proceeded to poke him in the chest to bring his attention back to what she was saying

"Hello? Earth to Houston. Answer my question?"

Aditya looked down at the hand she was poking him with and caught it in his hand pulled her close and asked her "Why aren't you at the office? And why wasn't I informed about it sooner?"

In hindsight, he realized that finding out that she was away for the day had made him a panic a bit. His need to know her whereabouts and what she was up to had spurred him on to telling Mithileshji he would deliver the documents. But ladies, like most men our hero, was clueless and in denial that Zoya had become essential for his sanity. He had gotten used to having her around. She was the balm to his dark soul. The guiding light in his life.

Zoya incensed at his questioning opened her mouth to retort but stilled as she noticed the slightly desperate pleading look in his eyes. She calmed down tilted her head to look him in the eyes and say "I am taking a personal day to attend a party and I wasn't aware that I had to report my daily activities to you. You don't own me anymore remember? Now tell me what you need before I lose my patience"

He tilted his head to a side considering her response, pulled her closer and paused to register her quickening breath and quivering lips.

Feeling triumphant that she wasn't as calm and unaffected as she was trying to appear he smiled a slow delicious smile and answered " Yes, I did need something. I needed you.. " he paused deliberately to see her reaction at his suggestive statement and he wasn't disappointed.

He saw her eyes widen as she registered the implication of what he was saying and tried to pull away from him but he held on to her hand and continued "to sign these documents Mithileshji sent over. He said they were urgent and needed to be sent back by tonight. I didn't have much to do at the office so I volunteered."

He waved the folder he was holding in his free hand to bring her attention to it. She tugged at her hand again and this time he let go smiling at her state. She always got hot and bothered when he got too close to her.

Aditya had finally admitted to himself one day after being incessantly questioned about his attitude towards Zoya by his adorable idiot of a brother, Arjun that he was on some level attracted to her. He didn't want to question it nor did he intend to psychoanalyze why he had always been so okay with being handsy with her.

He had just recently started to live without being oppressed by the thoughts of his past and just wanted to enjoy what little joy he could find. Plus Zoya and he enjoyed a certain closeness that neither of them could explain if questioned. He had taken comfort in the knowledge that she trusted him with herself and happily continued manufacturing ways to corner her every chance he got.

While he was lost in thought Zoya had snatched the file from him and was looking through the documents. Aditya brought his attention back to her and studied her appearance. She was dressed in yellow, a color that suited her immensely he thought and her beautiful hair was left open, not a single hair out of place. He marveled at how to put together she always seemed. Even he who could barely remember Pooja's clothes could admit that he had taken note of her appearance on occasion. Remember the Eid party ladies? Our handsome hunk was definitely checking our Siddique Princess out. Speaking of Zoya lets see whats going on in our heroines pretty little head.

Zoya was currently cursing Aditya and her self for letting him affect her so much. She wasn't sure what to make of the physical closeness they shared. They were on amicable terms now with occasional flare-ups and she was aware that Aditya seemed to live to annoy her but she was increasingly becoming aware of him as a man and that bothered her immensely.

She had been shocked to see him in her room without warning and time to gather her wits. His "I needed you" had almost given her a stroke before he explained.

Her body was doing this annoying thing these days of becoming hyper-aware whenever he was around and acting like a furnace everytime he touched her.

We all knew he was a passionate man ladies, we have all collectively oohed and aahed over his appearance and personality, do we really blame our Siddique Princess for reacting to Mr. Aditya Hotness-Ki-Dukaan Hooda?

Zoya signed the documents and handed the file to Aditya thanking him for stopping by, hoping he would take her cue and leave her and her sanity alone. Surprisingly he took the file from her hands bid her a goodbye turned around and walked away without argument.

It was surprising behavior for the man-child who had lately taken to acting like a loyal but annoying puppy who wouldn't leave her alone for long without troubling her every opportunity he got.

Zoya heaved a sigh of relief and turned away mentally thanking Allah for listening to her. But history should have taught her better by now that when has our hero ever done what she wanted. He had taken a few steps before turning around and walking over to where she was standing with her back turned against him.

He leaned a bit to whisper in her ear " I am still here "She shrieked in surprise and turned around to see him smiling smugly at her.

"What..?" she sputtered in question as he walked towards the chair and picked up a hanger and dropped it in her hands. "Wear this. Reception main ja rahi ho satsang main nahi jo tumhare boring suits pehenke jaana hai tumhe. Wear the sari, you might actually end up looking good for a change"

Saying this he turned away and walked out the door leaving a fuming Zoya behind.

FIN(But to be continued).

Hope you enjoyed my very first attempt at writing fanfiction. please chappal se math maarna. Kind and constructive feedback is always appreciated.

Part 2 Link:

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