From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]

Chapter 2

'Unbelievable. You're telling me, that you don't like pani puri from the streets just cause you think they're unhygienic?' I said as I shook my head at the absolute snobby vibes Virat was giving off. 'Sorry but I'd rather not risk permanent diarrhea and end up catching some fatal disease thank you.' he shrugged with a slight grin. 'Next you're going to tell me you spend countless hours trying to get a ball inside a fucking hole and then feel all kinds of masculine satisfaction when you succeed.' I say as I roll my eyes. He laughs out loud and it's wonderful to watch the way the corner of his eyes crinkle up and I almost hug myself. I'm really being over the top. God Zara get a grip!
''It's called golf and no I don't play it. I'm more of a cricket player.'' he explains with a lot of emphasis as if I amuse him. ''Cricket player? What like do you play for a local club or something?'' I ask, raising my eyebrow at him. Hmm, cricket. It would explain his fit body. He clears his throat and hesitates a bit as he says, ''Um.. I play for the national team of India.''
''Wait, Virat. What's your last name?'' I ask as I'm slowly realizing where this is going. ''Kohli... Hi, I'm Virat Kohli.'' he sheepishly says with a small laugh.
I almost gag on my words. I've just been a sarcastic little bitch to Virat Kohli. Being in the Indian media, I've heard of him almost everyday, and to think I've just been having the most tense and lustful encounter with him is just insane. Composing myself, I quickly apologize. 'Oh god. I'm so sorry. I don't follow cricket much, and I hope I haven't offended - '' I was cut off short as the plane jerked down almost violently and I was thrown to my right straight onto Virat. Shocked at the sudden change of movement I clung onto Virat's upper arm and closed my eyes. The plane wouldn't stop jerking and I squeezed his arm as though my life depended on it. I felt his hands wrap around my back and hold me in the corner of his neck. Breathing his almost addictive scent in, I tried composing myself. ''Hey, you're alright. Breathe. It's just really bad turbulence.'' I heard him whisper to me. Feeling his warm breath on me, I feel his fingers stroke my hair and I feel like being closer to him. Quickly all the small touches here and there become more individual and I'm feeling too hot and worked up all of a sudden.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I suddenly realized what it just looked like. Jesus, I've just completely let myself wrap around a complete stranger's arms. Red in the face and absolutely embarrassed of myself I pull back really quickly. ''I'm sorry, uh, I wasn't expecting it, uh and like -'' ''Hey, its fine. Don't worry about it. I enjoyed it more than I should have.'' he interrupts my rather sad attempt at making it not awkward with a smirk. I blush profusely and mutter another feeble sorry.

AT BOMBAY AIRPORT.

I managed to avoid him while making it through immigration, and kind of speed walked my way through the airport. I need a clear head, and when he's around that seems almost impossible. Come on Zara, stop being ridiculous. He's just a guy. Yes I know he's probably one of the most attractive men I've ever met, and also that he makes me weak in the knees, but I don't need this right now. He's probably going to forget me in a blink of an eye, and we're never going to cross paths again. Yes. That's exactly what's going to happen. I get myself in a cab, and make my way back to the apartment I share with my college best friend, Gia. Sighing as I press my head against the cool window, I just pray that thoughts of Virat Kohli leave me alone soon.
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hey guys! I really hope you enjoyed it! I tried making this part a bit longer.. Again, this is my first time writing so please tell me if there's anything I can do to make it better! thanks xx