Why did I invite him to stay the night? How can I be so okay with him even after what he did to me? How can I still care so much for him? Because you love him stupid.. Argh! As I unlocked
the door to my apartment, I realized my apartment isn't the cleanest. Shit shit shit. I walked in really fast and picked up an empty pizza box on the way. ''Um.. It's really messy I know.. I haven't had time to clean it..and uh.. make yourself comfortable!'' I said in between picking empty bottles and socks on the way. He looked at me amused and then sat down. ''I.. Do you want something to eat?'' ''We just had lunch Zara.'' ''Uh.. Yeah. Right.'' We sat in silence as the sound of continuous rain beating down on my windows engulfed the room. ''New place huh?'' ''Yeah.its small.'' ''It's cute.'' ''Yeah it's cute.'' ''Like you.'' I blushed. Like it was an automatic reflex. ''I'm going to go change..'' I almost ran out of the room. How can he effect me so much with such little words. I changed into some pajama shorts and an oversized blue top. Tying my hair up in a ponytail, I walked back to Virat looking out the window. I stood beside him. ''Kahan kho gaye hain aap, Mr. Kohli?'' His eyes fell on my and slowly went down to my legs. For a second I saw desire in his eyes and I sucked in my breath. Not wanting to lead into anything, I walked out of his line of vision. ''Umm.. Do you want a drink then?'' He didn't say anything but his eyes were on me the whole time. ''Uh.. I have lemonade'' ''I'll have some.'' I poured a glass for him and sat down beside him and handed the glass over. We sat in silence looking at each other and I realized how peculiar and funny this situation was.. I couldn't help but break into hysterical laughter and he watched me with an amused smile on his face. ''What're you laughing at Ms. Malik?'' he asked playfully. My laughter died down and I mumbled, ''You.'' ''Me?'' ''Yes. You'' He smiled at me and I asked if he wanted to watch a movie. Since we had nothing better to do, he agreed and I was just flicking through movies to choose from when I realized he wasn't in the room. ''Viraat!'' I called for him. No answer. ''Viraaat! Where are you?'' ''Here.'' I turned quickly and my nose brushed against his. Oh my god he was so close. I lost my balance and fell frontwards ontop of him and he held me steady just in time. Fuck. His eyes are so beautiful...Kiss me damn it! He blinked at me and his eyes clouded with confusion for a second. Gently, he put his arm around my waist and pushed me back on my feet. Great. I am such an idiot! Here I was wanting him to kiss me when he doesn't want me. Ofcourse. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He stepped away and rubbed the back of his neck. ''Uh.. So what movie were we watching again?'' he asked trying to change the subject. I shook my head. ''Uh..I don't know..um you can choose..I don't mind.'' ''How about this one? It's your favorite..'' he said holding up The Notebook and smiling at me. I nodded my head and murmured a whatever. He sat with his legs crossed on one side of the couch and I sat legs spread, almost touching him, on the other side. As the movie progressed, my toes automatically curled onto his leg. His hands rubbed my feet warm and it felt like it was just a normal thing for us. It was just like the way we were before...
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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...