A voice halts her as she is rushing towards her car. She pushes her raybans closer to her eyes before turning around, it's Arshad from her office. She smiles at him as he jogs towards her.
He is the only friend she has in this office, the only one that she likes to spend some time with. She puts her hand on her red wrist covering it up so that Arshad doesn't notice.
She likes to keep things happening between her and her husband to herself.
"Hey! Saw you running off so early. I am going for some coffee, do you want to join?"
She looks at her watch as Aditya's voice rings in her ear, to come at 6 and sees there is almost one hour for that. She nods, a coffee does sound good and relaxing after all that happened inside.
Arshad smiles at her brightly before motioning his hand for her to walk forward.
Zoya walks slowly and carefully trying not to move fast as Arshad can see the pain on her face as her womanhood is still throbbing.
They make their way crossing the street to Starbucks, right opposite to their office,the Cafe they usually would hung out.
Arshad opens the door for her and she is reminded of Aditya, he does that too. She smiles only for it to diminish as she realizes he only does that when they are in public, when there are people around.
She smiles as Arshad asks her what she will have even though he knows she takes only one type of coffee every time they come. And she is again hit with the fact that Aditya never asks her anything, he will either let her do whatever she likes or will dictate everything. It's like her opinions never matter. Or it just depends on her mood because there was one time he had let her order whatever she likes from the restaurant, it was on their one year anniversary. Zoya was so happy that day , that she had ordered every type of dessert on the menu and Aditya had to eat all of it. She knew Aditya enjoys dessert but never eats it, ever. That was the first time he had ate.
She smiles at that memory.
"You look tired Zoya" Arshad comments after reciting their orders and she wants to scoff, roll her eyes and tell him yaa, that's because I just got fucked in your boss's cabin by him and I am fucking sore because of it!
But she only shakes her head "Just a little bit of headache"
"I can't belive Aditya makes you work so much. Your assistant can do most of the job. And no offense but he can do all of the stuff he assigns you too" she laughs at that not commenting because he is right. She can work by his side but she never said anything in the fear he will hit or...or do what he did today. She can still feel him all around her and in her, and she should enjoy feeling him. But she doesn't, not like this.
She shivers, although he is right she doesn't want to argue with Arshad knowing she will not win. She sips her coffee as she listens to Arshad go on and on about his work.
Arshad's hatered towards Aditya is justified she thinks, he loves her, yes she knows that. It's clear as a day that Arshad loves Zoya and that is enough reason to hate him. Plus, Aditya is extra rude to him than anyone else.
Zoya thinks the only reason Arshad still works under Aditya is because he is loyal to his work. And Zoya smiles thinking Aditya does appreciate it even though he has almost beaten Arshad or thought of beating him.
They finish their cups and Arshad offers her a ride. But she shakes her head knowing Aditya will be more than pissed if she didn't drive in the car he gifted. Although, she never says that waving him bye not before hugging him softly.
She wants Aditya to hug her, pull her in his arms the way Arshad does. Protect her with his love, the thought itself brings tears to her eyes that she sucks back not wanting Arshad to see them , because it's a far cry. Because it will never happen. Because Aditya Hooda doesn't love her and she is sure he never.
"Will meet tomorrow?" Arshad asks smiling and Zoya nods pulling away from him.
She reaches to her car gets in and drive away.
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Biting her lips she looks at the clock hung up on the wall before she resumes walking. She switches on her phone and stares at the wallpaper of them. A smile forms on her lips as the memory of that comes to her mind. The way Aditya was grumpy as they had to get up early in the morning for a sightseeing with his brother and his wife.
He didn't talk to anyone, made faces of displeasure when Arjun offered him some food, which was really shocking for Zoya and let Zoya do whatever she wants because 'I am too tired to look after you'. And so Zoya had taken up on her mind to do whatever she would like and in that list of hers there was this must do :To have a selfie of them. Of them as husband and wife.
Shaking her head she clicks on the call icon, her finger hovering over his name as she contemplates whether to call him or not in fear he will only get more mad at her if she calls him at a wrong time.
Sighing she keeps the phone on the dining table besides his plate of food. She already had hers since she was hungry and had prepared his, an apology for not attending the breakfast meeting although she had every right not to.
"Mam, it's getting late should I take up the plate?" Victor, one of the servant comes to her and she sighs before nodding. It's close to midnight, it's futile to even accept him to eat even if he comes.
She goes upstairs setting up their bed as she feels restless. Sleep is not at all in her mind, not until she sees him with her eyes.
She removes her red bindi sticking it on the small wooden frame that a loud thud is heard, she puts the frame down on the dressing table. She is about to go out to look that she hears his voice as it loudly blooms in the hall.
She trembles as his voice indicates that he is drunk, again. She clutches the end of her saree pallu(sorry but I dont know what the heck it is called)in her fist as she steps back.
"Zoya !" he shouts, his voice laced with nothing but anger and she visibly shakes, her feet stepping back.
She nears the curtain of their room, the wheels of her brain turning around for the reason of his state. He is so broken that she can't help but feel for him but right now she can only feel fear, fear of her own husband.
"Zoya! Zoya! Get down here RIGHT NOW!"
There is another thud as sweat drips her forehead, a voice calls out "Sir!" and she runs out of the room in fear if he injured himself only to see him down on his back infront of the stairs.
Their eyes lock on each other, angry ones stuck on the feared and he is getting up.
Zoya stands still unable to move as she watches him walk towards her. She tries to smile at him but only gulps when he throws his jacket down straight on the floor.
" Yo-u you're drunk" she stutters out, not able to say anything else.
And he smirks which quickly turn into anger as he slams his hand beside her face making her jump in fear.
"And you, my dear wife" he brushes his finger along her cheek as he continues "are a cheater"
"A cheater?"she asks bewildered, she didn't cheat. She cannot think of ever cheating him.
" I told you to go home straight but you went with him"he states and it strikes her that he must have seen her with Arshad and curses her decision then and there
"I-I" she starts starts only for him to place his finger on her lips sushing her down.
He brushes her lips on her cheeks, running them on her ear to her love that he sucks slowly making her moan eyes closed as she reveals in his tough before he crashes her down as he replies "How did it feel when he was near you?"
"When he hugged you?!" he says taking her into a bone crushing hug, squeezing her tightly in his arms making her groan in pain.
"Aditya Stop! Please let me go" she cries trying to break away from him, only for him, hitting his shoulder.
"Why ? I am only hugging Zoya.... Doesn't it feel good? Or do you only like Arshad's hugs?" he says pushing her on the wall before crowding her.
"Tell me Zoya! Speak!" he shakes her in his arms making her cry.
"Get away from me!" she shouts for the first time she is done with him. She used to take everything he would give her but today no, she can't. She is hurting both physically and mentally and she needs him to stop hurting her.
"Why? Don't like your husband's touch???"he says pulling of her saree, tearing the material as it was pinned up, leaving her only in blouse.
He moves his hands to her waist removing the plates as he goes, leaving her half naked, his other hand clutching her tightly.
He pulls her to him, chest to chest before diving to her neck he starts placing rough kisses, his teeth biting, lips sucking the blood out of her and she can do nothing but to moan loudly at the intense pain and pleasure she experiences, her fingers clutching on his shoulder tightly.
"Like his more.... Do you?" he asks grabbing her chin making her fear struck eyes lock on his.
"Aditya... You're hurting me" she mutters out as he digs his fingers, the images of her and Arshad hugging each other, her smiling at him flashing in front of his eyes.
"I think you enjoyed this morning"he continues grabbing her breast reminding her of the morning, the way he had ravaged her.
She moans, her eyes looking angrily at his.
"You did? Then-" he rasps out his alcoholic breathe on her face, because she was his, his wife, his only and no, no man is aloud to even blink at her.
"I didn't" she voices, unable to stop herself. She expresses finally, tells him the way her heart bled everytime he forced her, the way it pained when he would dig his fingers, plung them into her, when he would ram inside her like an animal and complete himself before waiting for her.
Aditya smirk, his eyes travelling down her body before he cups her womanhood, pushes his hand up making her gasp at the tight hold. She looks at him, her eyes screaming surprised mixed with pleasure. He pulls her to him by that hold as he comments, reminding he of her wet clit this morning "But your clit begs to differ darling"
"Aditya!!"she pushes him away but he holds her drags her to their room slamming her on the door before he crowds her his fingers driving into her, after he pulls away the string of her skirt.
Their eyes lock as he moves his fingers faster and harder making her moan loudly into the silent room, their breathing ragged as he rasps, "So fucking wet! For me aren't you darling?"
She twists his fingers inside her making her throw her head back as she clutches his hand moving inside her. He doesn't stop enjoying her ministration. She tries to pull his fingers out but he pushes in more his teeth biting her lips before he kisses her.
They kiss haughtily as he moves in and out and in, and before she knows it she is coming, in his arms with a loud moan she lets go her eyes rolling.
"You like Arshad don't you? Does he make you feel the way I do?" he whispers as she shakes in pleasure as he doesn't remove his fingers out only ramming in inside more.
"AAAARGGHH ADITY" she cries out as she comes for the second followed by third before he pulls away. He wipes his fingers on her waist as he says, because she is his "I am going to make him pay"
Zoya moves away from him gathering her fallen skirt pulling it up to her chest as shr shouts, because Arshad is innocent, he has done nothing and she can't let Aditya destroy him, because she knows he will.
"No! You monster ! He is a good man"
"And I am your husband" he pulls her by her wrist, his eyes red with anger.
"No you're not! You don't love me! You only hurt me! Beat me! Yo-you I hate you!" she says shrugging of his hold as she shouts, tears falling rapidly because she is done, completely done and cannot deal anymore.
"Zoy-" he moves shock, stumbles a little in his haze.
She pushes him away her body trembling with disgust at his assault. Aditya steps forward surprised by her reaction but Zoya moves away, her eyes wide as she shows her palm, stopping him in his tracks
"I hate you so much! I hate you!"she shouts running out of their room as he looks in anger.
He throws the lampshed on the table infront of him in rage as he hears a door slammed loudly by her.
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