Zoya

I was sitting in a high-stakes meeting, surrounded by colleagues and clients, my attention divided between the presentation on the screen and the incessant buzzing of my phone in my bag.

Each vibration felt like a tiny jab of guilt, but I knew I couldn’t afford any distractions right now.

The stakes were too high.

Aditya had been looking forward to this evening for weeks—the ISL football game was a big deal for him.

The gleam in his eyes when he first got the tickets was unforgettable; he had been so excited about attending it together.

Aditya loved football, always had. So much that he'd stay to watch matches in the countries he flew to.

The days My Captain Hooda wasn't away flying, he was playing football. The sport wasn't just a hobby for him; it was a passion that invigorated him.

I sighed inwardly, hoping this meeting would end soon so I could join him in time.

I didn’t dare check my phone, though; the stakes were too high for the company.

Minutes turned into hours, and before I knew it, the sun had dipped low in the sky.

Finally, the meeting concluded. I quickly gathered my things and almost sprinted out of the conference room. I fished my phone out of my bag and saw multiple missed calls and messages from Aditya.

My heart sank as I glanced at the time—9:30 PM. The match would have started by now, and I felt a pang of guilt wash over me.

I scrolled through the messages:
'Hey shortcake, when are you leaving?'
'I’m waiting outside the stadium.'
'Zoya? Are you coming?'
'I hope everything’s okay. I’m worried.'
'The match is about to start. Where are you?'
'Baby???'

My throat tightened as I read his last message:

'I guess you couldn’t make it. I’m heading back. Call me when you can.'

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I dialed Aditya’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, and when he didn’t answer, I decided to go straight to our house.

I could only imagine how disappointed he must be, waiting alone outside the stadium, excitement turning to concern and then to resignation.

When I arrived home, I found Aditya sitting on the couch, flipping through channels absentmindedly.

His face lit up briefly when he saw me, but it was clear he was hurt. The flicker of joy was quickly overshadowed by the disappointment in his eyes.

“Aditya, I’m so sorry,” I started, my voice trembling. “The meeting ran late, and I couldn’t check my phone. I didn’t mean to—”

"You could have at least informed me that you had a meeting," he interrupted, his tone laced with disappointment. "I was waiting outside the stadium, Zoya. I thought something had happened to you."

I swallowed hard, guilt flooding over me. “I know, I should have told you. But everything happened so fast. This deal is worth crores, and I got caught up.”

Aditya sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I understand that your work is important, Zoya. But I was excited about this evening. I was looking forward to spending time with you, sharing something I love...”

I moved closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. “I know, and I wanted to be there with you.... I hate that I let you down.”

He looked at me, his eyes softening slightly but still holding a hint of hurt. “It’s not just....the game. It’s about us, making time for each other..... We already barely have time for each other....and now.... planning beforehand isn't any good...”

I nodded, feeling soft tears well up.

I nodded, feeling soft tears welling up. "Adi, I understand. I do. And I’m so sorry I made you feel this way...."

Aditya sighed deeply, looking dejected. “It's not fine, shortcake. I’m sorry...but it’s not.” With that, he stood up and headed towards the kitchen to get himself a coffee, leaving me feeling even more guilty.

As I watched him walk away, the weight of my actions pressed down on me.

Oh no no no baby....I don't want to hurt you....noo.

Aditya had done everything for me, always putting me first. And what did I do? I couldn't even make it to a simple game for him. The guilt gnawed at my insides.

I followed him into the kitchen, my heart heavy. “Aditya, please. I know I messed up....”

He turned to face me, his expression a mix of sadness and frustration. “I just wanted to spend some time with you, Zoya. Is that too much to ask?”

“No, it’s not,” I said softly, stepping closer. “I’m really sorry, Aditya. I know I neglected us, and I hate that I made you feel this way.”

"It's not like I don't understand, Zoya... But I was worried," Aditya said, his voice softening.

"Adi... I'm sorry," I repeated, my heart aching.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to argue. I just need some time to cool off.”

A part of me said that I was being a baby about it, and I sighed, not knowing what to do.

I could see the frustration in his eyes, but I also knew he was hurt more than anything.

"Did you have dinner?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Can for once he...

"Stop being cute..."

"I'm not... I'm just asking if you've eaten anything." He said, without even looking at me.

"No, I didn't.....Only I know how I excused myself from the dinner with clients."

"I'll order us something, then.....I don't feel like cooking."

"It's fine....I'll cook."

"No, you must be tired," he insisted.

He was right, I was really tired. Saying that, he went back to the couch, scrolling through his mobile, putting up the live show of the football match he was going to watch with me.

But he wasn't even watching it properly.

"Adi..." I called out, moving towards him and sitting beside him on the couch.

"Hmm?" he responded without looking up.

"Are you angry?"

"No."

"What's the score?" I asked, checking.

He finally turned his eyes to the TV screen to check the score. "2-3," he answered. I knew he wasn't paying attention to the game at all. "Chicken?"

"Adii...baby... I'm sorry," I said, moving to straddle his lap, my legs on either side of him.

"Do you want chicken for dinner?" he repeated, still not touching me.

"When the lease of my apartment ends, and I move in with you... we'll get a cook for us."

"Why? You don't like what I cook?" he said, his tone clipped.

"Baby... You know that's not what I meant. Stop being so angry. I said I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. At least fight with me...... don't ignore me," I pleaded, my voice breaking.

My palm cupped his cheek, caressing his face gently. His eyes softened slightly, but he still didn't move.

"Adi, please. I cannot see you like this. I know I messed up, but I promise I'll do better..... I was really stuck.... I know I should've informed you...," I said, my voice trembling with sincerity.

He finally met my gaze, his eyes searching for mine....Slowly, he raised his hands to hold my waist, pulling me a little closer.

"I'm not trying to be difficult, Zoya. I just... I was looking forward to tonight," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, Adi. And I was too. I really was. I don't want to ruin our evening," I whispered, leaning in closer.

He sighed, his breath warm against my lips. "This is not good," he said, his voice softening.

I leaned in, closing the distance between us, and kissed the side of his lips gently. His lips were warm and familiar, and as he responded, I felt the tension in his body slowly melt away.

"What is not good?" I asked, knowing exactly what I was doing.

"You're using my weakness against me..."

"What weakness?" I asked, nuzzling my nose against his cheek.

He groaned softly. "If you try to make up like this, how could I not forgive you, shortcake?"

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer. Our lips touched, his breath warm and desperate against mine. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss, the intensity deepening with every second.

His resistance crumbled as he held me tight, his fingers tangling in my hair, anchoring me to him.

The kiss grew more fervent, our mouths moving in perfect sync, communicating all the unspoken apologies and acceptance we both needed.

His hands roamed my back, pulling me impossibly closer, and I melted into him, my body responding to every touch.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled into the kiss, my voice ragged with breathlessness.

"It's fine," he murmured between kisses, unable to pull away. "Just... promise me you'll inform me next time."

"Mhmh..." was all I managed to say, my mouth too busy kissing him to form coherent words.

His lips moved over mine with a desperate urgency, as if trying to make up for the lost time and the evening we had missed.

My hands explored his face, tracing the familiar contours, memorizing the feel of his skin.

I could taste his longing, his need, in the way he kissed me, as if trying to make up for the lost time.

His soft sighs, every caress, and his desire for us to be closer, to bridge the gap that had formed, were making me lose my mind. His touch was both a plea and a promise, igniting a fire within me.

He deepened the kiss further, his tongue dancing with mine, creating a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.

My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go, needing to feel his warmth.

As our lips parted briefly, his mouth traveled to my neck, kissing me passionately, each touch sending electric jolts through my body.

His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel the urgency in his movements.

I hurriedly took his jacket off, my hands fumbling in my haste, desperate to feel more of him.

Aditya's hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer still, his lips leaving a trail of fire down my neck. "Zoya," he whispered against my skin, his voice raw with emotion. "I need you."

"I need you too," I whispered back, my voice trembling with desire.

"We can keep a cook if you want...."

"Don't talk about anyone else..."

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with love. "Okay, boss..."

I giggled, unable to speak, as he captured my lips in another searing kiss.

This happened again...this happens to us all the time ....we lose ourselves in each other... our kisses growing more urgent, more passionate.

His hands softly slid my shirt up, his touch sending waves of heat through me, and I shivered in anticipation. "Ugh... I need you... so much," he moaned, covering my body with goosebumps.

In one swift motion, he flipped me onto the couch, coming on top of me. His hands hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. "Adi..." I called out, desperately.

He tugged off his t-shirt and leaned down, his body pressing into mine, crushing me under his weight. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

His lips found mine again, the kiss deep and demanding.... His hands roamed over my exposed skin, sending sparks of electricity through me.

Every touch, every caress, was filled with urgency and need.

Aditya's kisses trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, as he whispered, "I can't wait any longer, Zoya."

"Don't," I whispered back, my voice barely more than a breathy moan. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

He moved his hands to my waist, sliding my pants down with practiced ease, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against my collarbone.

I gasped as his fingers traced patterns on my skin, my body responding to his touch. "Adi... please..." I begged, my hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer still.

He nodded, his eyes locking onto mine as he positioned himself above me. "I've got you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

His palm pulled my bra down, his mouth covering my exposed, sensitive skin. A shiver of pure pleasure coursed through me as his lips and tongue teased and caressed.

Oh God! I love his mouth.

"Baby..." I moaned, arching my back to press closer to him.

I had never felt such urgency in Aditya before. This was wild, hasty, and so incredibly passionate.... filled with an intense hunger that mirrored my own.

I wanted him more than ever.

"Zoya..." he breathed against my skin, his voice filled with raw desire.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring and claiming every inch. I tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel all of him.

He moved back up to my lips, capturing them in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I could feel his need, his desire, and it only fueled my own.

Our bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me....his palm caressing my bare boob.

I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.

The doorbell rang, startling...we probably ignored it a few times before.

Aditya groaned in frustration, his breath hot and ragged against my skin as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Must be ...the dinner," he said, his voice thick with desire and irritation.

He looked at me with such desperation, his eyes dark with longing. I could feel my own heart racing, my body tingling from his touch.

I became acutely aware of my disheveled condition, my shirt hanging open and my bra pulled down.

"Go...get it...quickly," I gasped, trying to catch my breath as I adjusted my shirt, fumbling to cover myself.

Aditya sighed deeply, his frustration evident as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. "I don't want to leave you like this," he muttered, his eyes still locked on mine, filled with unfulfilled desire.

"Just hurry," I urged, my voice a mix of impatience and longing.

He nodded, reluctantly pulling himself away and heading to the door. I watched him go, my heart pounding in my chest, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our intense moment. I quickly fixed my bra and straightened my shirt, trying to compose myself.

Aditya opened the door and retrieved the food, his movements quick and agitated.

He thanked the delivery person curtly, practically slamming the door shut as he rushed back to me.

"Got it," he said, his voice a husky whisper, eyes still burning with desire as he took swift, long strides towards the kitchen.

And like a smitten cat, I followed him there, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.

He set the food bags on the counter, but before he could even turn around, I was there, pressing myself against his back, my arms wrapping around his waist.

I could feel the tension in his muscles, the barely contained desire.

"I love you.." I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Aditya

"I love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I turned to look at her, my heart pounding in my chest. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her eyes held a mix of desire and love that made my breath catch.

The sight of her sent blood shooting through my body, a rush of heat and longing.

"You're making it very hard to focus on dinner, Zoya" I murmured, my voice rough with emotion.

"Who said anything about focusing on dinner?" She replied, her voice low and seductive. She tugged at my jeans, pulling me closer.

I couldn't help but lean in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I felt a groan rumble deep in my chest.

With a sudden surge of need, I pinned her to the counter, my hands gripping her hips firmly. She gasped against my mouth, her body arching towards mine, and the sound sent a thrill through me. I could feel the urgency in her touch, the way she clung to me, as if she couldn't get enough.

I lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the tension building between us. Her hands tugged at my skin, and I felt her nails rake lightly down my back, sending a shiver through me....she might be leaving scratches on my skin and I want them tattooed on my soul.

"I love you," she whispered again, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mixture of love and longing that made my heart ache. "So much."

"I love you too, Zoya," I replied, my voice thick with emotion. "More than anything....."

I captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all my love and desire into it.

Her response was immediate, her body pressing closer to mine, her fingers drove me wild.

My hands moved to her bra, pulling it down to expose her breasts. I cupped them gently, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, her head falling back.

I took the opportunity to kiss her neck, moving down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses.

"Oh, Adi," she moaned, her voice filled with need.

Her moans, her breath, her sighs drove me wild. Every sound she made, every gasp and whisper, sent shivers down my spine and ignited a fire within me.

Her voice, filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation, was like music to my ears, urging me on, making me want her even more..... I felt like I was going crazy.

Her soft, breathless sighs were intoxicating, pulling me deeper into our shared passion.

Each moan was a sweet, seductive melody that wrapped around me, heightening my desire, making my heart race.

The way she breathed my name, her voice trembling with need, made my pulse quicken and my blood heat.

I couldn't get enough of her, of the way her body responded to my touch, the way she arched against me, her skin flushed with desire.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks that only fueled my longing. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, each exhaled a soft, needy sound that drove me to the brink of madness.

I kept loving and sucking her chest like I was crazy for her... because I am.

The way her body responded to my touch, the way her skin felt against my lips, it all drove me to the edge of sanity.

Her hands clutched at my hair, her back arching, pressing herself closer to me. I could feel her heart racing against my lips, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Every sigh, every moan, every breathless whisper of my name....was spinning my senses.

She moaned in response, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

Her sighs, soft and breathless, were like a siren's call, drawing me in, making me want to give her everything she desired.

Her voice, her sounds, her very essence—everything about her consumed me, driving me wild with desire and love.

"Adi... condoms," she reminded me, her voice a breathless whisper as our bodies moved together in a desperate rhythm.

Not again... I can't separate myself from her... I can't.

"I'll... get them," I sighed against her lips, the words barely making it out as I pulled her even closer.

The need, the urgency, was consuming me, making it hard to think, hard to do anything but feel.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, her soft, ragged moans driving me wild. Each sound she made...every time she took my name..... I couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop the overwhelming desire that coursed through me..... another minute..... I need another minute of us grinding with this palpable friction among us.

With a monumental effort, I managed to pull back slightly, my breathing heavy and erratic.

Her eyes, dark with longing, met mine, and it took everything in me to break the contact.

"I'll be right back," I promised, my voice rough with need. I kissed her one last time, a deep, searing kiss that left us both breathless, before forcing myself to step away.

I hurried to the bedroom, my hands shaking slightly as I fumbled with the drawer.

Finding the condoms, I rushed back to her, the sight of her waiting for me, her body still flushed with desire, making my heart race.

She reached for me as I approached, her touch igniting every nerve in my body. I kissed her again, our lips colliding with a fervor that matched our earlier passion.

Pulling her back into my arms, I positioned myself against her, our bodies resuming their urgent dance. The feel of her, the heat of her skin.

"Zoya," I groaned, my voice thick with emotion. "Baby... I'm sorry. I'm so lewd..." My hands groped her plump thighs, the need to touch her overwhelmingly.

"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes as if I was stupid. Her lips curved into a teasing smile, her hands sliding down my back, urging me closer. "I love it when you're like this."

Her words sent a rush of heat through me, and I couldn't help but smile against her skin. I captured her lips again in a deep, hungry kiss, my hands roaming over her body, feeling every curve, every soft inch of her.

Quickly, I tore open the packet and put on the condom, the anticipation nearly unbearable.

"Adi," she whispered, her voice a seductive plea. "Hurry."

Our movements became more urgent, our breaths mingling as our passion reignited. Her moans, her sighs, her breathless whispers of my name drove me wild, fueling the fire between us. I couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop the overwhelming desire that coursed through me.

I entered her slowly, savoring the moment, the connection, the sheer intimacy of being with her like this.

Her moan of pleasure sent shivers down my spine, and I began to move, our bodies finding a rhythm that was both wild and tender.

I kissed her again, our bodies moving together in a dance of passion and love.

I felt as if  the air crackled with electricity as our bodies entwined with desire.

With every whispered gasp of my name, I felt my resolve weaken, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of her presence.

Our movements became fluid, synchronized, as if guided by an invisible force, drawing us closer with each passing moment.

The crescendo of passion reached a fever pitch, igniting a wildfire of sensations that consumed us both. With a shared cry of ecstasy, we surrendered...our bodies trembling in the aftermath of our love.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I held her close, savoring the warmth of her skin against mine. In that fleeting moment...only the echo of our synchronized breaths filling the space between us.....

Her unwavering trust in me, the depth of our love, and the undeniable chemistry that bound us together—these were the threads that wove our souls into an inseparable tapestry of intimacy and passion.

And in her arms, I knew that this—this moment of pure, unadulterated love—was all that truly mattered.

I kissed her forehead.

Her gaze, heavy-lidded and filled with a languid intensity, locked onto mine.... With a soft sigh, she buried her face in the curve of my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin, each touch a seismic tremor that reverberated through my entire being.

In that moment, as her presence enveloped me, I felt the very foundation of my world shift beneath my feet, reshaped by the magnetic pull of her affection.

In the depths of her gaze, I found a vulnerability that beckoned to be safeguarded, a fragile beauty that ignited a fierce protectiveness within my core.

With each rhythmic thud of my heart, she etched her essence deeper into the very fabric of my soul, intertwining our beings in a symphony of passion and intimacy. Her presence, like a tempestuous storm, shook the foundations of my world, stirring a primal instinct within me to shield her from any pain that dared to approach her.

"You don't even let me be angry with you..." I teased, a playful glint dancing in my eyes.

Her response was swift, her gaze meeting mine with a hint of challenge as she shifted away slightly.

Instinctively, I reached out, pulling her back into my embrace.

"You want to fight?" she questioned, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Not really," I admitted with a smile, "but if this is how we make up... I won't mind a friendly disagreement every once in a while."

Her reaction was priceless, her jaw dropping and eyes widening in the most endearing display of surprise. "Hawww..."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable response. "What?"

"You... you're... impossible..." she exclaimed, playfully smacking my chest.

"I disagree," I countered softly, my gaze tender as I caressed her cheek, "it's impossible for me to stay away from you."

With a gentle touch, I pressed my lips to hers once more, savoring the sweetness of our connection.

As our kiss deepened, I skillfully unhooked her bra, offering her ease and comfort, before buttoning her shirt with care.

"Now," I murmured against her lips, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes, "before my self-control snaps entirely... we should probably have dinner."

With a knowing glance....we reluctantly pulled away, our hearts beating in sync as we prepared to indulge in not only a meal but the company I craved so much.

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