Virat's POV
I didn't know what to do. I walked around the hospital room like a madman. All that was in my head was her face. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hand in mine. The way her eyes light up. When she gets angry at me and her eyebrows furrow. She can't leave me. I was praying, praying to every divine being to make her alright. Baby please be alright..
5 hours before
''Mr Kohli, I think we're done here. Thank you for your time, and we hope to see you soon,'' the journalist from the magazine said as she shook my hand and left the room. I smiled back to her as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out to see it was Shreya calling me. ''Virat?'' I frowned at her voice. She sounded panicked. ''Shreya what's wrong? Are you okay?'' ''Virat its Zara.'' My stomach flipped and I breathed in deeply. ''I'm coming now.'' I ran down to my car and with shaky hands I drove off. So many scenarios was crossing through my mind. I breathed deeply trying to keep my calm. I shouldn't have let her go tonight! I finally reached and got out of the car infront of the club. There were drunk people everywhere and flashing lights even outside. I spotted Shreya quickly and ran to her. ''Virat! We can't find Zara.. It's been more than an hour. I've looked everywhere.Virat I'm scared.'' She was crying at this point and I told her to calm down. I contacted my security people and told them to immediately come here. My eyes scanned through the hundreds of people here only searching for my beautiful Zara. Where was she? Was she alright? Why hasn't she called? My bodyguard, George, was about to tell me something when for almost no reason at all, I glanced up. My eyes met her and I felt relief wash over me. That was only for a few seconds when I realized where she was. I couldn't find my voice, and I was stuck to where I was standing. It was almost like a movie scene when I watched her take the full on impact of the car as I screamed her name. It was like I could feel the pain in my own body when it hit her. I stopped breathing and I don't know how I made it to her. After that, it was all a blur.
Back to the present
The doctor came out of the ICU and made his way to me. Shreya and my mother were also waiting outside with me trying to give some kind of support to me. ''Mr. Kohli, fortunately she's out of danger right now. Miraculously, she hasn't taken the impact of the car as bad as expected. Her ribs are fractured, she has a minor head injury, but she's in coma. We expect her to be awake in a few days, but if she's not, then we'll have to take further measures.'' Out of danger. Coma. Fractured ribs.Fuck. My baby was hurt. I need to see her. I need her hand in mine. ''I want to see her.'' I spoke. ''I'm sorry Mr. Kohli, I cannot permit you to do so right now. Visiting hours are over, you can see-'' ''I don't give a shit. I want to see her now and I will see her now.'' I stated. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. ''But Mr.Kohli-'' ''I will see her now. Fuck your visiting hours. I don't care.'' My mother rose up from behind me and whispered to me to hush. I honestly didn't care at all. Shreya to my surprise stood up and explained to the doctor for me. He agreed and I walked in the room. I felt my heart break when my eyes met Zara's body on the hospital bed. She looked so small and frail. I felt my heart tug in pain and I instantly fell beside her. She was hooked onto so many tubes and wires. Oh my baby. Please come back to me..
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From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]
FanfictionThe 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...