From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]

Chapter 12

''Virat! Ah... Stop! Let me goo! Oh god,'' I screamed between laughs as Virat pinned me down to the bed and tickled me without any mercy. His laughter and mine echoing through the whole house, he finally lets me go and I slump back down in his arms. Both of us practically naked from our antics before, I sigh and snuggle up onto his chest. ''You should've told me you were coming earlier..I wanted to cook you up something.'' I told him. ''Then it wouldn't be a surprise would it?'' he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. ''But have you eaten anything the whole day?'' I asked, concerned. ''Yeh loh. Shuro huwa apka fuss... I had a muesli bar in the morning.'' he muttered. ''Uff Virat! Such a long flight and you only had a muesli bar? You'll fall sick baby.'' I scolded. ''Arrey, mein toh baccha nahi hu na Zara?'' he said and shook his head. ''Toh baccho jeseh harkatey kyu karte ho? Chalo, I'll make you something now. You must be starving..'' I said as I reached over to grab my phone. He hummed a yes as his hands loosened on my stomach, his lips still pressed to my neck. As my phone flashed, I answered the call from Gia. 'Before I could say hello, she blurted out, ''Zara.. Thank god you picked up.I.. I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over? Are you okay?'' Confused, I sat up and said, ''Gia.. What? Ofcourse I'm okay. What's wrong?'' She didn't speak for a moment or two. Her voice panicky, she just said, ''Turn the tv on.'' And hung up. Frowning, I poked Virat, asking him to turn the tv on. ''Kya hua? Is she alright?'' he asked me, turning the tv on. ''I don't know... She just told me to turn the-'' my eyes looked upto the tv and it took a few seconds for me to actually read what was on the screen. ''India's heartthrob cricketer, Virat Kohli, caught cheating on his girlfriend Zara Malik...'' My eyes scanned through the pictures that kept flashing on the screen in quick succession. Virat kissing some brunette girl. The girl taking his shirt off. Him ontop of the girl on a bed. These pictures looked like they were taken from afar thanks to an open window. I didn't know how to feel. Virat's hand on that girl's body was all I could see. A strange, dull pain somewhere in me started to form. My eyes moved from the tv screen to Virat. He was frantically saying something to me. I couldn't hear anything but the tv presenter reading out the headlines. I didn't know what to say. What to feel. I was so confused. I felt disgusted. That's what I felt. I felt angry. His hands on that girl's body, on her lips, under her clothes flashed in my mind and I felt betrayed. I stood up, swaying lightly on my feet. ''You...touched me. You fucking touched me.'' My words barely a whisper. I could hear the pain in my own voice. Virat came forward and I stepped back. Revolting from his arms. ''Don't.'' His eyes were burning red and moving about the room as if looking for divine intervention. ''Zara please. Baby please,'' his words didn't make sense. Please what? ''Why? Was I not enough?'' I asked. My insecurities coming through. He didn't answer. ''VIRAT WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? WHY VIRAT? FUCKING ANSWER ME OR DO I NOT DESERVE THAT?'' At this point I was on the floor. It felt as though someone had shattered the ground under me. I didn't understand. He let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat and fell to the ground beside me. He came closer to me but didn't touch me. ''Zara... I.. I love you. Please.''
Love? Ha. Gathering my clothes, I got up. I felt like crying. Screaming crying. I didn't know what to do. I walked out of the room. Where would I go? What's gonna happen now? Aimlessly I walked around the house, Virat silently following me. He looked as helpless as I felt. A few minutes ago, we were so different. What do I..
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Guys. I cried writing this chapter. I'm sorry. Thanks for reading xx