"Don't touch me" Anushka hissed at him.
"I won't, lay down. You need rest" he said.
"What did you call me, 'Anu'?" She asked suspiciously.
"Look Anushka, I don't want to keep you in darkness" Virat said , dragging the chair and sitting beside her be...
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"You know, I've heard some experts saying that I'm loved by the opposition more than my own countrymen. I don't know to what extent it was true. I just wanted to give it a shot. This decision was a pure gamble. I just wanted to move away from that team, you know the hate in me just boiled and it reached a point of vengeance. I just wanted to prove them fucking wrong" he growled and swiped away the glasses on the table. Stoinis gulped at his reaction and looked around if anyone noticed.
Hearing this, Maxwell walked towards them. Others thought that was an accident. He slowly picked the glasses and checked on Virat. He was shocked to see how Virat's eyes were crimson red, filled with tears. Maxwell immediately turned to Stoinis.
"I was just asking him about his switch to our team" Stoinis tried to justify.
"Oh mann.. that's the worst thing you could've asked him in this state. All hell will break loose now. Leave it. Virat, come let's go" Maxwell held his hand and tried to lift him.
"No! He should know why I came here. He deserves it. Let me explain. You sit here" Virat was absolutely out of mind. He dragged a chair and asked Maxwell to sit.
"Whatzz...verr you saying" His tongue was numb and dry.
"How do you know they hate you? Did they tell you on your face or what if you had just assumed it" Stoinis continued asking so that Virat doesn't create a scene.
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"They said itt on nati...onal tel..vision openl..openly.. They don't..like me" Virat started crying hysterically.
"Virat..dang! Who gave him these drinks." Maxwell was disturbed that Virat had to dig up his hurting memories.
Maxwell somehow dragged him out of the party. It was quite late at night and he didn't expect it to end like this. Stoinis went outside to the car with them.
"I didn't give him the drinks after the first two, no one did. He drank it by himself. Virat, it's ok dude.. don't cry. We are all there for you, we'll take the revenge. Score well against the board . They will know what they lost" Stoinis tried to pep him up.
"I will fucking destroy them. They will cry their eyes out. They will go through the same grief which I went through. It hurts to say that, none of the team members stood up either. I've already won half the game..you know what...they..never expected I'll take this step. They got the first shock of their life at that point, the next one will be when we defeat them in the world cup! " he banged his fists on the hood of his car. The impact formed a dent on it. And he again started sobbing.
"Wtf are you doing Virat, enough! Let's go. Bye Stoinis, Good night" Maxwell bid him adieu and made Virat sit on the car to drive him home.
Maxwell had a question lingering on his mind for a long time. It would be a bad idea if he asked it right now. but if he asks it later, that would mean he's digging in again. So he thought he'll ask it anyway.
