Yash and Pooja entered their hotel room. It had been two years since they had gotten divorced and gotten married. Pooja suffered a miscarriage a few months later, and they seemed to have drifted apart with nothing holding them together. It was Yash's idea to have a weekend getaway in Mussorie, he hoped the city in which they vowed to be together would bring them together once more.
As he changed into his pajamas he jumped into bed beside Pooja, who stared at the ceiling above her. He neared closer to kiss her. The physical aspect of their relation died down months ago, but somewhere he hoped that they would be able to mend the flaws in their relationship. After all, this relation is what they both had forsaken their former spouses for.
"Yash, did we make a mistake?" Pooja asked before he could come any closer.
"What do you mean Pooja?"
"Don't you ever feel guilty for breaking Zoya's heart?"
Yash removed himself from the proximity of Pooja and lay back on his side of the bed. She had a point. When he made the decision to leave Zoya, he didn't think much. All that he knew was that Pooja fulfilled his emotional desires and understood him in a way that Zoya didn't. He tried to break off their relation, but when Pooja became pregnant, he had no choice but to leave Zoya like a coward in the dead of night with no explanation. He didn't even have the courage to face her, so he just mailed her divorce papers. Pooja's husband was away for most of the time, yet she was bound by relation as Aditya had been her friend, not only her husband. Her mother had even taken the role of a mother in his life and she was worried about the repercussions it would have if she ran away. So she came clean to Aditya. She told him about their affair and her pregnancy, he called her every name in the book before throwing her out of the house forever. Needless to say, he was the one that divorced her.
"What choice did I have, Pooja? You were pregnant." He said nonchalantly.
"So now this is my fault." She scoffed.
"Don't play the damsel in distress, Pooja."
"Shut up, Yash. It's not my fault you didn't use a condom!" She yelled.
Their argument was interrupted by loud creaking from the ceiling. Who the hell was doing construction in a hotel room at midnight?
**
"Ohhh Aditya...umph...no more please." Zoya whispered, scrunching her eyes shut.
He arose from between her legs with his face smirking in pride at her helpless situation. He brought his face near hers and sealed the deal with a kiss, trailing down her neck till he whispered in her ear.
"I told you weren't going to leave the room on our honeymoon."
"Stop! Besharam!" She playfully hit him on his shoulder as he went back to his side of the bed.
As soon as his back rested on the bed, she curled up on him as his arms almost instinctively wrapped around her, as she brought the thin duvet over them. God he loved this woman so much. He couldn't help but notice how perfect everything about her was. He wasn't sure if he was blinded by the outbursts of love she had showered on him since they confessed their feelings to each other or if God had actually made a human that perfect, but either way he didn't care.
" Zoya... "
"Adiii " came that melodious voice he loved hearing.
" Isn't it crazy how two years ago we met under the worst of circumstances and now we're here with each other, in your hometown, on our honeymoon."
She turned to look at him while still laying on his chest, as he began to carress her face.
" You know Adi, two years ago, I thought there was nothing but pain in my life and then I met you. Thank you for bring all this happiness back to me, I love you."
She came closer to kiss him, but what was an innocent kiss turned lustful in a split second. She continued to torture him while running her hands all over his body but stopping his hands every time he attempted to hold her. Aditya had enough of her playfulness and immediately flipped her so she was under him.
" You thought you could be a little vixen, how cute. " He chuckled.
She gasped at his words as she felt a bulge pressed again her lower abdomen. Did he never get tired of her? She wondered although she didn't really mind, it gave her pride to know that her nave-self held this much power to turn a man on, and not just any man, but her man. but her thoughts were interrupted by more sinful ones as he prepared himself to dwell into her, uniting them once more. Making each other feel complete.
As they both got lost in the world of sweet passion, they heard a knock on the door.
Aditya groaned and halted Zoya as she began to get up due to the invasive noise.
He placed a kiss on her lips before telling her that they'd leave, whoever it was could wait, he couldn't.
After she came apart in his arms, he felt himself getting closer to finishing. Her nails digging into his flesh and the sound of his name escaping her mouth in the most erotic way drove him to his end.
Another intrusive sound in the form of a doorbell didn't allow the leisure to gather himself. He quickly pulled up his pants and went to answer the door frustratingly.
" Can you not read the do not distu-...YOU?!"
Zoya's curiosity caused her to quickly slip on a robe and join Aditya at the door to see who had left him at a loss for words. She joined him only to be shocked at their unexpected visitor, Yash.
"Zoya, you? What? How?" He couldn't believe his eyes.
His ex-wife was standing there in a rather daring robe barely going past her thighs, doing a poor job of conveying her innocence. But wait...she was wearing red chuda, and a mangalsutra, and not the one he gave her. Had they gotten ... married? So that wasn't the noise of construction, it was them...what the f---?
"What kind of sick game is this? You married each other to take revenge on Pooja and I?" He asked, his eyes acting as if Zoya was some untouchable item that he couldn't afford to even look at.
"Game?! How DARE you give yourself such importance, Mr. Yash Arora? Do you not have any shame? Oh who am I even talking to? That guy who didn't even have the balls to confront me before he left?" Zoya retaliated.
Frankly, Aditya Hooda wanted nothing more than to kick Yash's ass for a) intruding their privacy, b) hurling all kinds of accusations at his Zoya, and c) existing. But right now, he was actually quite enjoying watching Zoya Siddiqui...scratch that...Mrs. Zoya Hooda in a rather violent mood. Though he enjoyed it, he wasn't going to stand there and let Yash talk shit to his woman like that, oh hell no.
So Aditya did what he had to do and grabbed Yash's collar before punching him across the face.
"Don't you EVER talk to my wife again, you pathetic excuse of a human."
Zoya held Aditya back, not because she cared for Yash's safety, but she didn't want to ruin their honeymoon for the sake of their past.
Yash held his face as a bruise started forming.
"Wow, Aditya. How heroic, are you still mad because I f---ed Pooja? That I got her pregnant before you ever could?"
Zoya looked on in fear that Aditya was going to act impulsively again, but to her surprise, he didn't.
"You know, two years ago, if you had told me that I would've killed you. I would've been so upset, you would've triggered me for sure. But that doesn't work anymore, Yash, because I don't love Pooja and I don't care what you do with her. You and Pooja are the biggest losers ever. I hope you two are happy in whatever sick world you live in. I don't wish either of you bad. I really don't, because you gave me my Zoya. So as much as I want to kick your ass for existing and hurting Zoya so much, I'm not going to. In fact, I would thank you and Pooja but we all know neither of you deserve it. And make no mistake, Zoya doesn't owe you any explanation about me. I'm surely glad to answer your questions though. Zoya and I met because you and Pooja ran away, we fell in love while trying to fix each other after you both left us in a mess, and we got married because our love wasn't going to be just another affair like you and Pooja. We actually had the guts to profess our love to the world."
Aditya grabbed Zoya's hand and led her back inside the room, as she rested her head on his shoulder in awe of the man her Adi had become, before slamming the door on Yash's dejected face.
It was in that moment, Yash realized that he was truly the most unlucky and stupidest man of all time to let Zoya go. He couldn't even bear to see her happy. Maybe Pooja was right after all. They were young and infatuated with each other, but truth was, they couldn't make each other happy by destroying each other's homes.
As Zoya entered the room, hand in hand with Aditya, she stopped him and moved back against the wall, inviting him to come closer. As he pressed his lips onto hers, she thanked the stars above for sending this man into her life. If Yash was once her cup of tea, Aditya was now her cup of water. Tea was just a leisure choice, water was necessity.
"You look hot when you're mad." Aditya said while winking at her. She playfully smiled at him before he took her in a loving embrace. One that wasn't sexual but rather just reassuringly romantic. They must've professed their love a million times before Aditya carried Zoya to their bed, exhausted from the turn of events for the day.
Zoya crawled up into his arms, where she found her heaven, listening to his heartbeat as she dozed off only to be joined by him in her dreams again.
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