Series of one shots focusing on married life of Aditya and Zoya. How they manage to spend time amidst the hullabaloo of Hooda family because sometimes even his sweet little brother 'Chote' can be annoyingly poking.
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Rolling off his sleeves he unbuttoned his shirt to change into his night wear tired of forced smiling baring zoya's glares at his improvisations
"Adi sir" his servant knocked asking for permission to which he nodded letting him come. He took few steps before standing straight with hands one on other, tensed.
"Sir tomorrow...tomorrow" he stammered not able to meet his eyes frightened
"Pooja apne swargya honeymoon se wapis aarahi? Ya phir Mr. Hooda ki dusri shaadi hone wali hai? Kamal hai Mr. Hooda ko Yeh umar mai bhi jawani yaad arahi no wonder arjun budho ki tarah zindagi jeene lag gaya hai" Adi pondered speaking his thoughts with no hint of reluctance
"Na..nahi sir" the servant replied staring at him shocked with his words of wisdom
"Phir? Jaldi bol mai insaan hoon thak gaya hoon aur mujhe bhi neend aati hai" he reminded unbuttoning his shirt then sliding off his jacket from shoulders
"Kal poetry gathering hai" he stated stealing glances at adi being alert
"Poetry gathering? Humare ghar mai..." he was confused at first but as the words sink in came realization hitting him hard
"Cancel karne se pehle apse ek baar puch.." he didn't utter any further as adi's eyes were pools of dark with webs of red veins
"Cancel kardo kya fark padta hai" adi rolled his eyes seizing the moisture building trying to hold the door of sentiments which he locked with thorny attempts
With one short nod the servant left as Adi stood motionless feeling every bit of emotion piercing his rigid form of control as the memories flood back like old reel of film without his control
She was his best friend, known as humdard in other words. She gave her all of his, that's what he thought and it's duty of his to give her back all of him with equal amount of love and respect. He wasn't immature enough to not know the meaning of respect, to honor each other's feelings it was difficult for him to evince that maybe because he grew up watching his mom suffer bit by bit compromising her whole life for his cheater father?
Little ignorance would always lead to deep ruptures, pooja supported him all her life wasn't it his duty to support her too, he can't be that naive to not understand or even comprehend considering.
This poetry function was in honor for her passion. True he wasn't fan of poetry and didn't admire their poems filled with depths of truth infact those lines of depth were too deep for him to understand as he's man of simple words willing to live his life straightforward amidst the increasing bar of intensity among the family he was raised.
