AdiYa TS || Love is you || Aditya | Zoya | Bepannah |Harshad Chopda | Jennifer Winget

Holding on and letting go

Part one



'Ammi' amidst the low voices of dignatories inside the board meeting she was jolted by the sudden voice. Her concentration was disjunctured and across the room she could see her father gazing at her with a concerned look. She tried to convince I'm with a smile but inside her there was a storm brewing to explode. 

Wasim Siddiqui quickly walked past people after the meeting ended towards his daughter only to find her in a state of utter shock. He stared at the screen of her mobile to that displayed around fifty missed calls from her relatives including his wife and younger daughter. 

"Abbu..." She clasped her father's hands, that panic stricken face of his daughter always gave Wasim that chill in the spine.

Zoya did not know how she was taken to Mumbai with her father handling all the phone calls, throughout the journey she felt like she blacked out. It was only when their car reached Hooda house that she rushed towards him. 

A tight painful grip on her arms stopped her track,

'Where do you think your going? Don't you think it is a little too late for all this dramatics.

"Mom, this is neither the time nor place for all this", Arjun interfered with gritted teeth. 

Zoya rushed towards the bedroom to see him lying peacefully with Noor sitting beside him. Her steps automatically slowed down whereas her heart pounded violently, it almost felt like she was choking.

'Appi' her sister's voice returned some sanity to her as she weakly patted Noor's cheek. She finally knelt down next to him, her trembling hands pushed back the hair from his forehead.

"Ammi, don't cry I missed you too". Her son's voice was like a faint light in the darkest caverns to her ears. She clasped her four year old to her chest and tears bust out with her entire body shaking. Noor softly carressed her sister's hair pleading her appi to stop crying. 

'What kind of mother are you leaving your child for a business trip when you knew he was unwell?' 

Her mother-in-laws sharp tone had never mellowed down in all these years. She clasped Noor's hand for she knew her sister was about to reply back to their mother-in-law.

'Hooda house can never be a happy place till you are here.' Anjana threw daggers through her words that pierced through Zoya's very being.

"I think that will be enough for today." Zoya clutched her son tighter as she heard a deep masculine voice from behind.

"We all should relax now,  doctor said that Meer had a slight fever  which is gone now besides Zoya will take it from here, mother's knows best". Her husband's calm voice soothed the raging storm within her but she refused to turn back and hold his eyes with hers, she knew he was desperately longing for a glimpse of her. But a part of Zoya was plain exhausted, she knew if she turned her back she will be in Aditya's arms all undone. Why could not she handle things on her own? Why could not for once Aditya depend upon her? Why was it always the other way round? Her heart sank at the thought of being a delicate flower that Aditya protected all the time, for once she did not want to burden him. 

Aditya stared at his wife with clenched jaws hoping she would look at him but to no avail. Her long hair cascaded till her back while she gently rocked their son to sleep. For once he just wanted to act on his impulse, stride two steps crush her in his arms and break past through all the invisible barriers she had created. But he did what was sensible at the moment, to reason out with his mother who had stormed out of the room deeply hurt. Aditya took a deep breath and left the room after exchanging a warm smile with his sister in law. +

"I am so sorry Tim for not being there when you needed me the most" her eyes flooded with tears as she held him closer to her.

'I was a good boy ammi, you can ask Pa also' her little Tim replied.

Writer: White rhododendron



You are all I have


Aditya walked towards his parent's bedroom only to meet his father who tapped him on the shoulder with a defeated smile silently telling him that only he can handle his mother at this moment. After taking a deep breath he knocked the door.+

"Apne patni ki saamne mera insult karke bahut khush hoga na Cheeku? Granted your respective wives are more important for both you and Arjun but am I suppose to turn a blind eye to my grandson's well being also?"

Arjun who had just entered the room was about to say something but Adi stopped him,

'Ma, nothing happened to your grandson, he had a slight fever and now he is alright besides if anyone is suppose to be blamed then it's me I was to be with him but due to emergency meeting had to leave him with you all.' 

"Bas Adi stop defending your wife I am your mother I know what happens in my son's life,  every time you have to take all the responsibilities. Woh toh abhi bhi apni abbu ki shehzadi hai."

'Ma please' Aditya closed his eyes trying to reason out with his mother, he was kneeling in front of his mother caressing her hands gently. 

'You will never give her a chance ma I am well aware of that but please try to understand that she is also the elder daughter of her family with some responsibilities towards her parents. Her father needed her the way you need me ma". 

'When you brought Pooja to me saying you want to marry her I was more than happy"

'Where is this conversation going ma' Adi cut her a little annoyed, what he was unaware of was Zoya's presence outside the room that had inspired Anjana to bring in the past to hurt her daughter in law.

"Pooja was an MBA but she opted out to stay home because you needed her, she was there always by your side ever since you were twelve. But Zoya, she is not home even for her son forget about the husband." Anjana was more than glad to blast her son regarding his beloved wife.

I cannot believe we are still having this discussion after so many years. Pooja was my best friend ma and had I even seen a glimpse of Zoya before the debacle I would have instantly realized that what Pooja and me had was deep friendship mistaken for love and I am sure it would be the same for Pooja had she met Yash earlier.'

Aditya's eyes glistened for all he wanted was his mother to understand her.

'She is my everything ma' Anjana could see the hurt in her son's eyes as he rushed out of the room.

Siddiqui house

Wasim was brought out of his deep thought when he heard the sound of the coffee mug being placed loudly on the table.

'Aap itne gusse mein kyun hai?' he asked his wife feigning innocence.

"My grandson was suffering from high fever and his mother was forced to leave her son and attend her father's meeting, why wouldn't I be angry?" Wasim had never seen his wife so hurt.

'Have you seen the way that Aditya's mother treats our daughter, humiliating her at every given occasion I am sure she must have extended their humiliation to our Noor also and that Harshvardhan Hooda with his cold demeanour. They are all so repelling Roshnaq can't you see it".



"Aditya is your grandson's father for God sake Wasim you need to accept the fact that she has never been more happy in her life than with Aditya. Let go of the past Wasim before it's too late."

Wasim Siddiqui stood silent as his wife left the room.



Hooda House

"How is he feeling now?" His deep voice startled her from her deep thought but she continued stroking her son's forehead without looking up at her husband. She knew how he hated her silent treatment but the happenings of the entire day drained her to such an extent that his presence itself made her want to come undone and vulnerability meant burdening him once again. 

'If your doing this to hurt me then you are actually succeeding' she closed her eyes as she sensed him leaving the room with tired steps.

A part of her wanted to turn around and stop her husband but at that very moment the phone rang,

'hello Zoya beta ab humare Meer ki tabiyat kaisi hai?' Her ammi's voice brought a sense of relief in her.

Zoya wanted to tell her mother that a part of her deep down knows that she is never a dutiful wife to Aditya and can never give him the happiness that he deserves but before she could utter anything her mother continued,

'Beta Aditya ko aap ki bahut zarurat hai unki saari khushiyan  aap se hi toh hai' her mother's words were like an awakening call. The moment she hung the phone she a pair of chubby hands embracing from behind, she smiled instantly when her little man planted a soft kiss on her neck, it was his thing and she knew his great dislike even if his pa kissed her neck 'accidently' in his presence. 

"Tim, how is my baby feeling" Zoya placed him in her lap carressing his chuby cheeks, Aditya often feigned annoyance for their little boy resembled Zoya more than him. That oddly placed dimple, curly brunette locks were very similar to Zoya.1

'I missed you ammi' her son hid his head on her chest,

"I missed you more baby" she kissed his thick hair.

'I hope you did not trouble your pa?' she asked gently rocking him.

"No ammi , I even rode Pa's plane" he grinned those green orbs resembled that of his father.

"I took care of pa as you had asked me too I even slept next to him you know ammi pa cried at night and when I asked him he said he was missing you." 2

Zoya chuckled at her son's statement and indulged in maternal bliss with her husband's hurt eyes burning at the back of her mind.





If only the world knew


Warning: Matured content ahead.

She opened the door softly to witness him sprawled on the bed on his stomach lost in his own thoughts with a book in his hands that he was not reading at all. Zoya was overwhelmed to see her husband looking like a little lost boy for it reminded of the man child that he was when they first met during those nightmarish circumstances. His childish antics faded gradually ever since they married for he stepped into the role of the most responsible husband, her heart ached every time the thought crossed her mind.

"Aditya"  he closed his eyes for she had a peculiar way of pronouncing his name in that deep husky voice making him her captive without her realising it. 

"Woh aap fresh ho jayi kaafi tired honge hum bed ready karde te hain." Saying this in her hesitant voice she was about to leave when  she felt a rough pull and in no time her back crashed on his familiar strong chest, a gasp escaped her lips unaware of the fact how it turned her husband wild with yearning for her. His large hand removed her thick mane from her right shoulder and plunged his mouth hungrily kissing, sucking and biting whatever he could turning her into a moaning mess. He flipped her fragile frame and she snaked her hands gently around his neck breathlessly resting her forehead on his. The tears on her face calmed the storm within him making him stop for sometime as she traced his face with her delicate fingers. Their eyes understood each other's silence, Zoya could see the hurt in her husband's eyes mixed with a dark pool of desire. Her brown orbs apologized to him expressing her insecurities through her tears. 

"Hum bahut darr gaye the Aditya I'm sorry I thought I was losing both of you." She hid her face on his shoulders breaking into loud sobs. 10

'Sshhh Zoya kuch nahin hone dunga main, tumhe aur humare bete ko." He hugged her tightly, protectively kissing her forehead. Zoya was at peace for she was tucked in the safest place in the world, her Aditya's arms. Soon she was being carried towards their large bed he placed her gently at the center as his large figure hovered around her. She pulled him towards her softly  kissing his lips and he responded with eagerness crashing his lips on hers, he trailed his lips along her long elegant neck showering her chest with wet hot  kisses. He placed his hands on her breast making her moan his name as she pulled him by his hair and kissed his lips with all her strength while his grip on her breast tightened. Soon their clothes were strewn throughout the bed, Aditya intensely stared at his wife's body bathed in moonlight as she shyly covered her breast with her hands. It fascinated him to see her so hesitant to stand naked in front of him even after six years of marriage. Aditya pinned her hands on the sides of the bed and after admiring the beauty lying beneath him he plunged to take a mouthful of her right breast  a loud cry of pleasure was her response as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands clutched his thick hair. He continued sucking and squeezing her breast one at a time till she  pulled him to kiss his mouth. She made him sit up and climbed on his lap breathlessly kissing his chest and collarbone, sucking his earlobe on intervals. Her husband's body drived her wild, his chiseled muscles those protruding veins all over his body. Aditya lied down closing his eyes letting her continue her kissing his abs and stomach invoking a sense of relaxation and recklessness rolled into one. When her teeth gently scratched above his manhood he could not take it anymore and flipped her around making her gasp at his strength. He placed himself between her legs he stared into those doe eyes wondering when he fell for them something at the back of his mind shouted that it was the first time his eyes met hers. She whimpered as his mouth sucked the hot molten love flowing from her womanhood his deep groans made Zoya bite her lips. She eagerly pulled him to her face,

"Please Aditya..." she begged. 

He obliged and entered inside her core making her bite  his shoulders while her long nails scratched his back. This was his safe haven, everytime he entered inside her he felt the safest as for her it was only he coming undone made her a complete woman. She reached her climax and fell on his arms while his thrust intensified filling her with his seeds, he rested his face on her shoulder while she wrapped her arms around him after he reached his pinnacle. 

Later in the night Zoya opened her eyes to find her husband's face peacefully resting on her breast, she kissed his forehead smiling lovingly at his handsome face deep in slumber. As softly as she could she untangled herself from his arms caressing his cheek gently when she noticed a frown on his face when he sensed her absence in his sleep. She softly went out of the room putting on a robe to her son's small bedroom adjacent to their room. Aditya himself had done all the carpentry of the room while Arjun and Noor decorated it as Aditya was rooting for a baby girl so he was half of the time clueless. She stroked her son's forehead fondly remembering the time he was born, it was so painful yet it gave her solace while remembering. 

"Not fair Zoya you will make him break the tradition of Hooda men, ma accuses us of being henpecked and Meer Hooda will grow up to be a Mamma's boy you just wait and watch".  They both chuckled as she hit him playfully on the shoulders. 

'Aap mere bete ko chidhaana bandh karenge' she feigned being hurt. 

"He has all your attention and I hate when any man attracts your attention, he nuzzled her neck encompassing her in his strong embrace. Aditya sat on the nearby chair letting Zoya caress their son a sight which always have him 'sukoon'. Meer's chubby hands pulled his mother more towards himself as she hugged his sleeping form. 

'When did the fever start? I should have never left him today.' She stated with a shaky voice.

"Zoya, we had this talk earlier, Abbu needed you and I leave you and Meer for so many days when I have long distance flights nobody questions me. Why do people have to point a finger at a mother or a woman". Aditya replied a little irritated.

'I don't know at times...'

"You are a wonderful mother Zoya don't ever forget that and as a wife you healed me of all my scars Zoya taking care of all my needs giving me the extra care that a man with distressed childhood always  demands." 1

She smiled at him warmly and he knelt in front of her with his hands on her knees caressing Meer's hair who was nestled in her arms. 

"He thinks his pa is wolverine the whole day I had to wear only white briefs." They chuckled softly, 

"and when I accidentally called him Tim he politely corrected me that only his ammi calls him that he says he has no problem of I call him laddoo like his dadi does." 

Zoya placed their son on the warm bed while Aditya looked at them lovingly, she turned towards her husband and kissed him on the lips muttering a silent 'thank you'.

"Thank you more Zoya Siddiqui for choosing me as your husband." 

If they had each other they could fight any odds in their ways for 'love' found its way when it came to Zoya and Aditya.1

The end.