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Hello everyone in the forum. This is Anushka here! Well I have been following this show since start & have made 2-3 posts here. But may of them here don't know as I am new that writing is my passion. I have written many fictions. And when its AdiYa then I am bound to write on this sizzling chemistry of Aditya & Zoya / Harshad & Jenny! I love both of them. And I hope to make new friends here! Here you go...
I always make banners for my stories but lazy me, I couldn't. Would definitely make one for next story if you all want me to write... A story from Adi's POV...
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ADIYA OS || ROMANCE, THE NEW FEELINGS
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"Nahi Noor Hum chale jayenge, aap fikr mat kijiye! Hum... Hum aaj metro se chale jaayenge! Chaliye hum rakhte hai!' As Zoya put her phone in purse & headed towards the Bandra sector 7 station.
People around her were hurrying to their respective destinations. Sona quickened her pace too, else someone might push her along with them to their destination. Such is the crowd and adeptness around her. From the time she came in Mumbai, she is seeing a totally new world! People's faces always intrigue her, especially when they are up about their business but then there are thousand things going on in their mind. There is a story to read on everyone's face. But then she knew people chasing their lives forget to live theirs.
She have started adapting & knowing this place. She made her way to the counter & took her tickets. She headed towards the platform & stood there with all waiting for the train. Hmm... chalo aaj na cab strike lagti aur na Mahi hai yahan par, aaj hum koi aur different experience lete hai... Zoya thought & smiled.The train arrived and she made her way into it, rather she was ushered in by others. Good, smile swept to the sides of her beautiful lips.
As she steadied herself, she realized that train is packed to its capacity. The promixity to every unknown male and female around her was causing a bit of uneasiness. But immediately she brushed her thought aside. Chaliye Zoya, bus main travel kar liya ab bas train hi toh baki tha... But the crowd was not helping at all & this thought was just not helping her any more!
A minutes into the journey, she started feeling suddenly very conscious. She slightly turned around and felt a few men around her giving glances or staring. Her face took to color. These kind of attraction, complimentary or otherwise, always puts her in such a great discomfort. She bent her head with a jerk and let her bouncy and voluminous curls fall over her face and hiding her face almost completely. She was trapped between strangers. Their body odour, perfume, texture of their clothes, different body sizes and the physical proximity was very unsettling. Suddenly she started repenting her idea to have gotten into the metro at such a peak hour. Now there is no way she can get out. She decided to count the mintues to her station. As the minutes passed by, she was more and more aware of the people around her. It was sickening to have the two young men now very close to her. She tried to divert her attention to keep some sanity.
It is surprising how the two women near her, distanced by two fat men between them, are able to gossip about the new comer in their office. She, in fact the entire crowd around them now know that they have a bad supervisor who expects them work in the working hours and intervenes in their normal conversation (read gossips) and take their rights of talking and socializing as normal humans in between their work. Any other time, these silly gossips might have entertained her but the train was overcrowded with each passing station. Everyone is supported by every other person. She just wanted to get out. But how? Oh God why the hell did I come deep into the coach. To wade through to the entrance looked now very much impossible. The constant efforts by the other men around her, more by taking advantage of the situation, was sickening her. She glared at the two men behind her. But what is the use. They have a valid excuse. she tried to strain her body away from them as much as possible but where is the space. Suddenly she realized that there was more pressure of someone pushing her. She thought probably that man is trying to inch forward to make way so that he could get out in the coming station. But she realized that he was actually trying to push others and come closer to her. That is right behind her. How dare he? Her composure crumbled. This is it. This problem of Mumbai always disturb her but now she knows to deal with it! She turned furiously to give him a piece of her mind or even to slap him. Her glare, knotted brows, flared nose and angry mouth froze the moment she say him. For a minute she was not sure of what she saw. She blinked, and blinked hardly again.
It is surprising how the two women near her, distanced by two fat men between them, are able to gossip about the new comer in their office. She, in fact the entire crowd around them now know that they have a bad supervisor who expects them work in the working hours and intervenes in their normal conversation (read gossips) and take their rights of talking and socializing as normal humans in between their work. Any other time, these silly gossips might have entertained her but the train was overcrowded with each passing station. Everyone is supported by every other person. She just wanted to get out. But how? Oh God why the hell did I come deep into the coach. To wade through to the entrance looked now very much impossible. The constant efforts by the other men around her, more by taking advantage of the situation, was sickening her. She glared at the two men behind her. But what is the use. They have a valid excuse. she tried to strain her body away from them as much as possible but where is the space. Suddenly she realized that there was more pressure of someone pushing her. She thought probably that man is trying to inch forward to make way so that he could get out in the coming station. But she realized that he was actually trying to push others and come closer to her. That is right behind her. How dare he? Her composure crumbled. This is it. This problem of Mumbai always disturb her but now she knows to deal with it! She turned furiously to give him a piece of her mind or even to slap him. Her glare, knotted brows, flared nose and angry mouth froze the moment she say him. For a minute she was not sure of what she saw. She blinked, and blinked hardly again.
Aditya Hooda?
No, she wasn't dreaming. Aditya here, who was standing behind her and he was the one who pushed everyone aside to get right behind her. Suddenly the awkward and uneasy feeling disappered and now astonishment took over. Zoya didn't knew why but then after a second she hid her feeling of relief & then turned to put a straight face that Aditya cannot be pushing her on to like this.
"Hum mante hai ki train main bheed bohot hai magar aisi kisi ke upar ya use push karna ya usspe girna acchi baat nahi hoti hai, So please, you should still maintain your guard."she said curtly. She realized that she did not greet or anything but started her goody two-shoes attitude. She gave a firm look at him and then turned her face. She could feel his steely look burning her back.
He came more closer now. There is almost no space between their bodies and she could feel his breath on her back, scorching her back. She became very aware of their proximity.
"You didn't teach manners to those men a while ago, Ms.Zoya, or shall I assume that I am the privilged one?" quipped Aditya. His voice soft so that it is only audible to her yet did not miss the slice of sarcasm in it. So, very much, the same Arrogant, humesha ki tarah, murmured Zoya.
He came more closer now. There is almost no space between their bodies and she could feel his breath on her back, scorching her back. She became very aware of their proximity.
"You didn't teach manners to those men a while ago, Ms.Zoya, or shall I assume that I am the privilged one?" quipped Aditya. His voice soft so that it is only audible to her yet did not miss the slice of sarcasm in it. So, very much, the same Arrogant, humesha ki tarah, murmured Zoya.
Gave a side glance to show her disapproval at his comment and turned back. Slowly his body heat was getting transmitted to hers. Her body was on fire now. Aditya's perfume which is usually very mild yet masculine was dominating now. She was now totally aware of him behind her. He does not seeem to be wearing his blazer, or is he? She had the urge to turn and look at him again. Zoya, ye ye kya soch rahi hai aap, chided herself for her stupid thoughts. If she turned she knew her hair would brush his face and lips. If she turned her head even 45 degrees she face would brush his face, their skins would meet. Blood rushed to her face like the flood doors are suddenly opened. She knew her skin was hot and her face blushed. She strained a little forward to break the bodily contact and tried to hide her face with the mane. She could feel him shifting a bit to her side and yet making sure no one else can come close behind her. She didn't dare to lift her face or push her hair from her face. Here her dress was helping her in contact to her body, as she was wearing shrug on the plazzo-kurti. She felt like he was trying to read her face, rather trying to see her face fully. She became more conscious and that feeling made her feel somewhat angry. Why the hell is she so conscious of him? As if she has not been in close proximity with men or Yash precisely in her house. She has had friends and colleagues with whom she has never felt like this before. She turned her face to her other side as if trying to check out the station that is coming up. People get frantic when the stations come near, some wanting to get out and the others that come in. She was pushed and pressed more. she was pushed behind and she fell flat on Aditya's chest and lost the balance and hence could not hold the rod above to balance herself.
The strong chest and the soft shirt buttoned half with his peek in from shirt touching her back and headspinning perfume, all made her go crazy. She didn't know but she just wanted to let go her guard and lean on his chest and let him balance and take care of her. She wanted to enjoy his strength and wanted to feel the security that is oozing out from his presence. She was battling with her thoughts and was not able to compose herself as she was pushed from all sides. He stood like steel and took her entire weight on his chest from behind. She grappled to find a place on the rod above so that she could straighten herself and be off his body. But no, there is not a single gap in the rod above that her slender palm and fingers could encircle on for support. She only has to support by placing her hand on someone else's for support. Helplessly she turned and looked at Aditya. He looked into her hazel eyes and slowly raised his free left hand and held her left hand, slightly pressing her soft inner palm to signal that she could hold his hand for support. Suddenly she felt very naive and shy for the present situation but still went ahead and tightened her clasp on his left hand. His warm breath was fanning her hair on the left side of her face. She was losing control of her senses. Now there is no way she could hide her blush coming up in this proximity. She glanced at him to see if the proximity made any impact on him. If anything, he was good at masking his feelings. His eyes looked clouded though. The left hand support alone was not enough, as she was putting her weight on Aditya. Though Aditya found her feather like weight like a doll. While she looked up to see where on the rod she can get some space to hold on. But she found nothing. Confused, she looked at Aditya helplessly. There was a fleeing smirk which he hid swiftly but his eyes were smiling mischievously, and he looked at her and then looked at her right hand and signaled her towards the rod where his right hand was. First she did not understand, then she went deep red and swiftly turned her face. But then after a few minutes, she knew she needed support so that she could gain back her composure. Otherwise she was making a mess of herself in Aditya's eyes. She looked at him one more time and then looked up and hesitantly lifted her right arm and slowly placed her hand on his right hand that was holding the rod.
She encircled his hand and tightened her grip. As she did that she could feel his body stiffen a bit and he came closer to her. Both stood still for a few minutes, that few minutes looked like an eternity. Somehow Zoya liked what was happening and did not want this to end weather wrong or right. Suddenly her heel on plazzo made her lose her balance & in a fraction of second Aditya held her by her waist from behind with her standing in front of him with her back. Slowly Aditya stabled her weight & then brought his left hand along with her hand to her front and placed it on her stomach and nudged her closer. And that was it. Zoya forgot what happened after that for a few minutes. She closed her eyes in nervousness & simply forgot where they were & with what past they were connected.
She buried herself in the pleasure of new found feeling towards her and she herself forgot what was happening to her. Not knowing if this wrong or right. The man whose late wife is rumored to linked with her late husband was not in her mind. She wanted this bliss to go on forever. While Aditya himself was not knowing what he was doing, all he knew was this new feelings & her fragrance was making him get more closer to the innocence she held with her.
Things don't go as planned! Do they?
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Love,
Anushka
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