From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]

Chapter 45 - i

''And so in conclusion, the overruling degrees will be irrelevant.'' I finally finished the edits...damn I forgot how much concentration this takes. I glance at the watch and its 12:30 pm. Wow, I'd been working for almost 2 hours.. I slowly got up and walked into the living room, wandering where Virat was. He stood against the balcony rails, with his back to me, on his phone. Damn I had to say that he was a fine creation of God..the way his muscles rippled in the most attractive way when he moved his arms, his perfect structure..I was a lucky girl. This man wanted me. I looked at myself, dressed in a plain beige sweater with sweatpants. My hair tied up in a convenient ponytail and no makeup but tired eyes. I used to like dressing up for him. I'd be infront of the mirror getting ready, and he'd peek glances at me. I'd catch him, and we'd share a shy smile..My thoughts were broken when he turned around to face me. Suddenly I felt very insecure and out of place. I looked down and sighed. He came close to me and pulled my chin up to meet my gaze. ''Hey..what's wrong?'' I shook my head and smiled. ''Nothing. I'm surprised you haven't left...''
''I told you, I'm here for a long time. I'm going to be here for every little thing you need baby,'' he said sincerely.
''Don't you have training? Ads, press conferences, celebrity stuff to do?'' I smiled asking.
''I've cancelled everything for the rest of this week..from next week I do have a few things to attend.'' He almost sounded disappointed. I nodded and he stared at me as if searching for something. His eyes lit up all of a sudden and he turned around to fiddle on his phone. Confused, I sat there and then music filled the room. It was my favorite song..He turned and pulled me up. Oh this is where he was going with this.. ''Virat...'' ''Zara..'' ''Virat I can't dance..you know this,'' I pleaded. ''I can't dance either. But look at us.'' He looked so pleased with himself I couldn't help but break into a smile. Clinging onto him, I looked into his eyes. They were full of love and affection. His hands firmly gripped my waist and mine I threw around his neck. Pulling me closer, we were nose to nose as he swayed me to the beat of the music. My chest touched his and I breathed in sharply. His eyes darkened and I could feel slight tingles all over my body. He trailed small kisses on my neck and down to my collar bone. I threw my head back, his name escaping my mouth. This was wrong.. I shouldn't let him in like this.. But I couldn't help enjoy each and every little kiss he planted all over my neck and then up to my lips. My skin burned with need at every kiss he left on me.He hovered ontop of my lips and I couldn't wait till I felt him..He inched closer and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he let go. My eyes shot open at the sudden loss of his touch. He was standing infront of me with a smug look on his face, absolutely loving the fact that here I was under his mercy, squirming with need. Ah fucking hell. I frowned at him and he raised an eyebrow. ''Is there something wrong Ms. Malik?'' he asked folding his arms over his chest. This man was impossible. ''I just thought we were dancing...?'' Two can play the game Virat. He placed his hands on my waist and said, ''Oh I just thought you weren't enjoying the dance very much so I stopped.'' He emphasized on the dance and I blushed. ''How accommodating of you, Mr. Kohli.'' I snapped and pushed him away. He laughed and I fell in love with the way his eyes crinkle. I fell in love with the intensity of his eyes when he looks at me. The way he can make the most of the tiniest things in life. The way he felt against my skin. And just like I always do, I fell in love with him all over again.