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Hi guys, once again, I had trouble sleeping and had this scene playing in my head so I decided to write it down. Its 3am, so I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors. I have an idea on a follow up scene, so I may turn this into a two shot eventually, but for now, I really need some sleep! Enjoy!!
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Zoya quietly snuck out of her house trying to be as quiet as possible. She had left a brief note to Noor in case she woke up and found her gone. Zoya knew she was taking a huge risk. If her father found out she was not home, all hell would break loose. However, Zoya did not care. Tomorrow was the day of her wedding and she could not go through with it without first talking to Aditya. Hot tears were streaming down her face as she drove to his place. She couldn't believe that only weeks ago she had been on cloud nine because her Aditya had returned from Paris. And these days all she did was hurt him. Over and over. She had to make things right with him.
Once she was parked outside his house, she sent him a quick text knowing he was going to be awake.
"Could you come outside please? I am waiting for you outside your house"
And then she waited. Within a few minutes, she heard Aditya. She turned around and watched him walk towards her. He seemed dejected. Her confident, sarcastic Aditya was nowhere to be seen and Zoya's heart further broke into tinier pieces.
"Zoya, it's past midnight, what are you doing her? Is everything OK?". For a moment, Zoya got nostalgic. She remembered when he had asked her the same thing the day after he had come back and she had taken him to eat ice cream. She stared at his precious face trying to memorize every inch of it.
"Aditya. Today I want to talk, and I want you to listen. Will you do that for me?" She asked. He nodded.
"Ok then, get in the car and let's go"
She drove them both to their special place by the lake. Throughout the car ride, they were both quiet and lost in their individual thoughts. Aditya made no effort to talk to her or to try to talk her out of marriage anymore. He had truly given up on her. Zoya swallowed hard trying to control her tears. She couldn't break down just yet. At minimum, he deserved an explanation from her after all she put him through.
Once they were seated on the bench, she turned to look at him. Now that he was ready to listen, she didn't know where to start. She was struggling with the right words. Finally, after a few mintues of silence, she said,
"You may not even remember this, but way back when we had met initially, you had accused me of being a princess who had always been sheltered and had never faced any problems. You were not far off the mark. In fact, you are always correct about me, that's how well you can read me. Since I was a child, I was always a daddy's girl. There was no question in my house that father loved me the best. He made sure that he fulfilled every one of my wishes. He would not sleep at night when I would get sick and would take care of me and watch over me all night. He used to console me whenever I was upset. He would make sure he took the time out of his busy schedule to read me a bed time story every night. He loved me unconditionally. Then I grew up and and fell in love with Yash. I didn't even try to understand my father. I was so wrapped up in what I wanted, that I ran off and got married to him. My father had to bear taunts from the society. He was shunned by his friends and my father, who considered me his pride and ego, could not look people in the eye because of my actions and my betrayal and because of the shame I brought to him. In my naivety, I figured he would forgive me once he saw how happy I was. He didn't. Five years went by, but Abbu didnt forget. Then Yash died and I found out about his betrayal. One of the reasons I had fought with the world so hard on Yash's innocence was because I couldn't face the thought that I had been wrong all along and that my father had been right. And that I had put him through so much pain and shame, for a sham of a marriage. When I was standing under that shower right before I cut my wrist, the thought that kept running through my head was that I had been a terrible daughter. I had been selfish in my choices with no regard to the consequences.
Aditya, today I feel the same way about you. I realize what a terrible friend I have been by not accepting your love. By being angry with you all the time when you are not even at fault. By making you plan my wedding. Once again, I am hurting the person I love the most in my selfishness. You are right Aditya. Farak to padta hai. Every time my father insults you, belittles you, my heart breaks. Every time I hear you plan my wedding details, my heart breaks. Aditya, the thought of going away from you rips my soul. The thought of not spending my life with you piearces my heart, and yes, I am not in denial over my feelings. But if I once again choose you over my father, my father will not survive this blow Aditya. I will never be happy with you knowing the road to our happiness is through crushing his heart. Do you understand me?"
She finally stopped talking as the lump in her throat got too big and gave in to her tears. She covered her face with her hands and started to sob uncontrollably. As she cried, she felt strong arms wrapped around her and Aditya lifted her and settled her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry at their hopeless situation.
Aditya didn't try to stop her. He let her get it all out. He couldn't believe the burden she had been carrying for the past few days. He wished he could ease her pain. After some time, he finally felt her breathing even out. He realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. He stroked her hair, her cheeks. Kissed her eyes and tried to capture this memory.
After a couple of hours, he gently began to wake her up with slow kisses. The two hours had given him plenty of time to think. Zoya continued to snuggle deeper into him not wanting this moment to be over, but Aditya kept continuing his slow torture by raining kisses all over her hair and face.
She finally opened her eyes and looked right into his.
"Zoya, before I say anything else, I need to hear those words. Please say them", he pleaded.
Zoya looked at him and said "I love you, Aditya Hooda. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in this world. I love your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your anger, your childlike behavior. I love your mind, your body. I love your heart and most of all, I love myself when I am around you". At this point, they both had tears in their eyes.
"Zoya, I will respect your decision. So what if we can't be together this life? For the next 6 lives, you are mine. Not Yash's or Arshad's, but mine. I love you, and I will love you till my last breath. And you have to promise. If you outlive that lambu and are in your 70s-80s and single, you will come find me". As always Aditya could make her laugh in any situation, in any scenario. They both laughed and cried at the same time.
"Chalo, I need some ice cream".
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Zoya quietly snuck out of her house trying to be as quiet as possible. She had left a brief note to Noor in case she woke up and found her gone. Zoya knew she was taking a huge risk. If her father found out she was not home, all hell would break loose. However, Zoya did not care. Tomorrow was the day of her wedding and she could not go through with it without first talking to Aditya. Hot tears were streaming down her face as she drove to his place. She couldn't believe that only weeks ago she had been on cloud nine because her Aditya had returned from Paris. And these days all she did was hurt him. Over and over. She had to make things right with him.
Once she was parked outside his house, she sent him a quick text knowing he was going to be awake.
"Could you come outside please? I am waiting for you outside your house"
And then she waited. Within a few minutes, she heard Aditya. She turned around and watched him walk towards her. He seemed dejected. Her confident, sarcastic Aditya was nowhere to be seen and Zoya's heart further broke into tinier pieces.
"Zoya, it's past midnight, what are you doing her? Is everything OK?". For a moment, Zoya got nostalgic. She remembered when he had asked her the same thing the day after he had come back and she had taken him to eat ice cream. She stared at his precious face trying to memorize every inch of it.
"Aditya. Today I want to talk, and I want you to listen. Will you do that for me?" She asked. He nodded.
"Ok then, get in the car and let's go"
She drove them both to their special place by the lake. Throughout the car ride, they were both quiet and lost in their individual thoughts. Aditya made no effort to talk to her or to try to talk her out of marriage anymore. He had truly given up on her. Zoya swallowed hard trying to control her tears. She couldn't break down just yet. At minimum, he deserved an explanation from her after all she put him through.
Once they were seated on the bench, she turned to look at him. Now that he was ready to listen, she didn't know where to start. She was struggling with the right words. Finally, after a few mintues of silence, she said,
"You may not even remember this, but way back when we had met initially, you had accused me of being a princess who had always been sheltered and had never faced any problems. You were not far off the mark. In fact, you are always correct about me, that's how well you can read me. Since I was a child, I was always a daddy's girl. There was no question in my house that father loved me the best. He made sure that he fulfilled every one of my wishes. He would not sleep at night when I would get sick and would take care of me and watch over me all night. He used to console me whenever I was upset. He would make sure he took the time out of his busy schedule to read me a bed time story every night. He loved me unconditionally. Then I grew up and and fell in love with Yash. I didn't even try to understand my father. I was so wrapped up in what I wanted, that I ran off and got married to him. My father had to bear taunts from the society. He was shunned by his friends and my father, who considered me his pride and ego, could not look people in the eye because of my actions and my betrayal and because of the shame I brought to him. In my naivety, I figured he would forgive me once he saw how happy I was. He didn't. Five years went by, but Abbu didnt forget. Then Yash died and I found out about his betrayal. One of the reasons I had fought with the world so hard on Yash's innocence was because I couldn't face the thought that I had been wrong all along and that my father had been right. And that I had put him through so much pain and shame, for a sham of a marriage. When I was standing under that shower right before I cut my wrist, the thought that kept running through my head was that I had been a terrible daughter. I had been selfish in my choices with no regard to the consequences.
Aditya, today I feel the same way about you. I realize what a terrible friend I have been by not accepting your love. By being angry with you all the time when you are not even at fault. By making you plan my wedding. Once again, I am hurting the person I love the most in my selfishness. You are right Aditya. Farak to padta hai. Every time my father insults you, belittles you, my heart breaks. Every time I hear you plan my wedding details, my heart breaks. Aditya, the thought of going away from you rips my soul. The thought of not spending my life with you piearces my heart, and yes, I am not in denial over my feelings. But if I once again choose you over my father, my father will not survive this blow Aditya. I will never be happy with you knowing the road to our happiness is through crushing his heart. Do you understand me?"
She finally stopped talking as the lump in her throat got too big and gave in to her tears. She covered her face with her hands and started to sob uncontrollably. As she cried, she felt strong arms wrapped around her and Aditya lifted her and settled her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and continued to cry at their hopeless situation.
Aditya didn't try to stop her. He let her get it all out. He couldn't believe the burden she had been carrying for the past few days. He wished he could ease her pain. After some time, he finally felt her breathing even out. He realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. He stroked her hair, her cheeks. Kissed her eyes and tried to capture this memory.
After a couple of hours, he gently began to wake her up with slow kisses. The two hours had given him plenty of time to think. Zoya continued to snuggle deeper into him not wanting this moment to be over, but Aditya kept continuing his slow torture by raining kisses all over her hair and face.
She finally opened her eyes and looked right into his.
"Zoya, before I say anything else, I need to hear those words. Please say them", he pleaded.
Zoya looked at him and said "I love you, Aditya Hooda. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in this world. I love your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your anger, your childlike behavior. I love your mind, your body. I love your heart and most of all, I love myself when I am around you". At this point, they both had tears in their eyes.
"Zoya, I will respect your decision. So what if we can't be together this life? For the next 6 lives, you are mine. Not Yash's or Arshad's, but mine. I love you, and I will love you till my last breath. And you have to promise. If you outlive that lambu and are in your 70s-80s and single, you will come find me". As always Aditya could make her laugh in any situation, in any scenario. They both laughed and cried at the same time.
"Chalo, I need some ice cream".
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