''Virat? What the hell?!'' I walk into Virat's room and see clothes strewn across the whole place. ''I'm packing baby..'' he trails off as I see his wardrobe a massive pile of shirts and pants and his suitcase. Looking up, I see a frowning, hot and shirtless Virat throwing a pair of socks on the pile in his suitcase. ''This is what you call packing? Tumhara kya hoga Virat? Paach saal ke bacchey, issey accha packing kartey hain.'' I say shaking my head. He walks towards me and wraps me in his arms. ''I don't feel like leaving you...tum ao na mere saath?'' I sigh. ''Virat we've had this conversation before. I have to work.'' He groans and pulls me in tighter. ''I don't feel like going nah...'' I close my eyes shut and tighten my arms around him. ''Don't go then.'' He sighs and cups my face. ''You know I wish I didn't have to.'' I sigh and kiss his neck and pull back. ''Toh chalo. Let's get you packed and ready.'' I folded each shirt one by one and started clearing the place up. Virat stood and observed, his eyes never leaving me. The silence between us grew intense with each minute. I knew what he was thinking. I'd miss him more than I'd like to. The next 5 months was going to be painful. I'd like to think it would go by quickly but we both knew, each second would feel longer than ever. Putting the last shirt in the suitcase, I felt a drop of tear fall from my eyes. An unwilling sob slips from my mouth and Virat looks up at me. In a flash he's by my side and my lips on his. ''Baby no. Please.. Please don't cry.'' Hiding my face in the corner of his neck I felt silent tears fall from my eyes and I could barely stop. ''I.. I'm sorry. I just... I'll miss you.. And..I..I don't know..'' I barely got a few words out. ''Shh..there's no point in crying Zara. I understand. I'll miss you too nah? 5 months will fly by.. Just don't fall in love with some other dude while I'm not here okay?'' he says while smiling weakly and pushes a strand of hair away from my face. His eyes sad as they look back into mine. ''It's only ever you Virat,'' my words barely a whisper. He smiles a little and kisses the corner of my mouth. ''And it's only ever you..'' he says back and his lips find mine and we get lost in each other. My clothes come off faster than his does. My heart beating fast, my hands trailed down to his pants. He moans and pushes me back on the bed. He deftly undoes my bra and I arch my back, pressing myself onto his hands. ''God you're gorgeous..'' he mumbles on my skin as he kisses his way all over my stomach. His eyes meet mine as he's suddenly inside me and my nails dig into his back from pleasure. ''Virat..'' I manage to moan. His eyes full of passion and love, look into mine and soon we're lost in each other and the last thing I remember thinking is, holy shit he's a beautiful man...
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From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]
FanficThe famous, heartthrob cricketer Virat Kohli and an average, simple writer Zara Malik. Two worlds apart but fate constantly brings them together. What happens as they start off a relationship that they're both oblivious to what it might lead to and...