The Love Algorithm - AdiYa FF

Chapter 10

The notes filled the room, deep and rich, vibrating through the air with haunting beauty. The melody unfurled like a secret, delicate yet powerful, and Zoya felt herself drawn in, unable to look away. The way Aditya played—effortless, passionate—was unlike anything she had ever imagined. His fingers moved with precision, his expression serene yet intense with a light smile, and the music...it was mesmerizing. He was enjoying what he did, and she was enjoying just that. Unknowing to her, she was actually admiring her without a blink of the eye.

Zoya's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure when she started holding her breath, but when the final note faded into silence, she exhaled softly.

"Wow," She whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as she clapped. "That was... beautiful."

Aditya lowered the violin and met her gaze, his dark eyes holding something unreadable. "Really? You liked it? Actually, I have been practicing this song for a long time. I have played it first time now...only to you. "

With a slight smile, she came forward, taking a step closer. "I never knew you had such a talent, Aditya."

He shrugged, his lips curving into a small smile. "It's just something I enjoy. You know...a doctor's life can sometimes get hectic. Violin relaxes me."

There was a pause, an unspoken shift in the air between them.

"I always wanted to learn the violin. But, my dad...he was against all this kind of extra curricular activities," She said quoting in the air, "Even dance...I don't know how he agreed for that. Maybe because of my Ammi. She was an ardent Kathak dancer."

Aditya raised an amused brow. "So what? You can learn now too. I can teach you!"

"I was just..." Zoya chuckled, "I don't think I can do it, Aditya. Especially after seeing the way you play. Don't punish your violin!"

His chuckle was deep, warm. "No issues. My violin is very much understanding just like me. Come. Try"

Aditya extended the violin and the bow to her, while Zoya reached for the violin hesitantly, her fingers hovering over the polished wood as if she were afraid to break it. Aditya watched her, with an engrossed smile.

"You're holding it like it's made of glass," He teased, arms crossed, "Hold it a bit more firmly. It won't break."

"It does look fragile!" She defended, carefully picking it up. "And you just played it like a maestro. I don't want to ruin your precious violin with my beginner's hands."

Aditya chuckled, shaking his head. "You won't ruin it. But if you keep holding it like that, you'll never learn."

Zoya bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably as she tried to adjust the violin against her shoulder. The instrument wobbled slightly, making her fumble awkwardly with the bow. She tried moving it, while it produced a screeching sound, startling Zoya.

"No no...I can't do this! I am bad at this." Zoya shook her head in denial, while Aditya sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright, this isn't working," He muttered. Then, without waiting for her to protest, he grabbed a wooden stool, placed it in front of the bed, and sat down on the bed. "Come here."

Zoya blinked. "Where?"

"Sit in front of me," he instructed, patting the stool, between his legs, in front of the bed.

Her breath hitched slightly. Aditya's expression was casual, but there was something else in his gaze—something unreadable yet undeniably intense.

Zoya hesitated for only a moment before she stepped forward, cautiously lowering herself onto the stool. The proximity was impossible to ignore—his thighs brushed against hers as she settled between his legs, and she could feel the warmth of his breath near her ear, causing her skin to create innumerable bumps behind her hair.