• AdiYa FF ~ The Hookup •

• Chapter 2 •

Never did Zoya think that a day like this would come. She was tip toeing trying to get into her own house akin a thief. The only thought that remotely came close to justifying it was that, what she had done was much worse than theft or robbery, anyway.

She opened the door from the spare key she always carried in her bag and prayed to god that Yash wasn't awake. Slowly, she shut the door and walked towards her bedroom. The familiarity of the house was calming to her and when she opened the bedroom door, she was expecting to see her husband asleep in peace, unaware of the sins of his wife.

Instead, she was welcomed by an empty room. The bed was prim, as if nobody had slept on it and Zoya wondered where Yash was. She thought of calling him and pulled her phone out of her bag. She sighed when she saw the phone was switched off and went to plug it in at the bedside.

As Zoya sat on the bed, plugging her phone, she rested her hands on the bed. She caressed the bedsheet as cursed herself for spending the night in another bed, in someone else's arms. That was where she should've been, sleeping with Yash.  But there she was, in the Hooda house, spending a night of pleasure and passion with Aditya Hooda. Not only did she lose respect for herself in her own eyes, she also knew that facing Yash would be an absolute nightmare. If he got to know...

Zoya closed her eyes as the thoughts of the horrid consequences started seeping into her mind. The silence and emptiness of the room was haunting her as it forced her introspect her betrayal. She looked away from the bed and opened her eyes, only to be greeted by what had become her enemy, the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror and a cheater was all that she saw. She felt as if the word, 'cheater' had been stamped on her face forever.

Suddenly, Zoya noticed a red tint on her neck, being covered by her hair. She brushed aside the hair from her fingers and saw a bruise.

A lovebite? Really Aditya?!

She touched the bruise on her neck and winced at the burning sensation. Looking at it in the mirror again, flashes of the night before played in her head like an erotic movie. She remembered the rough and frantic kiss they shared, wanting more of each other. How, as she moaned when Aditya fingers trailed elsewhere, he came down to her neck and kissed it gently. Zoya's moans grew louder and Aditya teased her by sucking on her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to control the rush of feelings inside her.

Her trail of thoughts was broken by the notification bell of her phone. The phone had finally switched on and a message from Yash flashed across the screen.

"Sorry, had to leave last night. I had to go to a vendor outside town, urgently. Will be back by afternoon. Love ya."

"Sorry" and "Love ya"... Zoya rested the phone against her forehead, closing her eyes as she tried to think what to do next. How on earth could she tell her husband that she had spent the night with another man and even worse, she had liked it.

It was difficult to point out what really was the worst part of the whole situation. Was it the fact that she had cheated or the fact that she had liked it more than any night she had spent with her own husband or the man on the other side of the bed was Aditya Hooda?
 
She had never met Aditya before, but had definitely heard his name so when she read his name on the uniform, she put two and two together. After all, Yash and Zoya did go to his party last night.

At the thought of the party, she was reminded of the reason she was there in the first place. Next, came the innocent face of Aditya's wife, Pooja in the visual space of her mind.

What have I done?

Pooja was not only one of the kindest people Zoya knew but she was also a dear friend of hers.  Zoya, was a blogger and collector of art because it fascinated her and she wrote about Pooja extensively as she recognised her talent. They had met on numerous exhibitions and even for casual brunches but she'd never met Pooja's husband. But since Pooja mentioned his name, she knew it was Aditya Hooda.

Zoya and Yash had been invited to attend Pooja and Aditya's anniversary party the night before. Pooja had even promised to introduce Zoya to her husband but little did she know,  Zoya had already gotten to know Aditya, a lot more than how much Pooja would've liked.

Going to your friend's anniversary party and sleeping with her husband. That was a low, Zoya never thought she'd stoop to. She had always been the good girl, all through her life and even though she'd always wanted to do something crazy and adventurous, this was definitely not it.

A tear trickled down Zoya's cheek as the heavy burden of what all she had put at stake for a night of pleasure came upon her. She would've never done it, if she was in her senses.

The doorbell rang and so did her phone. Yash's old habit- calling and ringing the doorbell at the same time so he didn't have to wait for long. Only if Zoya was the same person she was one night before too, things would be much simpler and she could go open the door happily and hug her husband.

But now, she had to get up and wipe her tears, and change into some nightwear of hers- one that covered her neck. Not only that, she had to mess up the bed like she had messed up her life, to make it seem like she was there last night. Above all, she had to supress her conscience, that screamed inside her to tell Yash what had happened, what she had done. She wasn't ready to tell him just yet, especially because she hadn't been able to sit and recollect entirely, let alone comprehend, what all had gone down the night before.

Covering the traces of my crime... What have I become?

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