She is whispering in my ear—
Kane had just walked out of his hotel, a battered bouquet of flowers in hand. It was nearing midnight and he was standing at the entrance of Virat Kohli's house.
I believe in respecting a person's privacy.
Virat opened the door and said, “I didn't think you would come.”
“I'm still here though.”
“And I have never been happier.”
My camera shutter clicks.
She is whispering in my ear— I have found my prize.
A celebrity is not a real person.
She is whispering in my ear, “Listen to me earlier next time, alright?”
YOU ARE READING
Knocking on your door (may I come in?)
FanfictionHer voice reverberates in my head. She has always been terribly clear but her voice has been a little raspy these last few days. I hope she is quite alright.
