This is a story of a girl who loves cricket and a guy who is a budding cricketer.
Akshara Sharma is a diehard fan of cricket. and Vikram Krishna is a budding cricketer.
what will happen when they cross paths? will they start a like or hate relati...
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Ara's POV:
After our kiss, the air between Vicky and me is charged with a newfound playfulness. We've found a delicate balance between seriousness and lightheartedness, and it feels like the perfect way to reconnect.
As we move from the wall to the couch, Vicky's hand casually brushes against mine, sending a thrill through me. He flops down and pats the space beside him. "Care to join me?"
I give him a teasing smile as I sit down next to him. "Only if you promise not to hog all the space." He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hog all the space? Me? Never!"
I laugh softly, leaning into him. "We'll see about that."
Vicky wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. "You know, I've been thinking about something."
"Oh?" I arch an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"
He gives me a playful look. "You really think you can escape me so easily? After all, you've been avoiding me for a while."
I playfully nudge him. "I wasn't avoiding you. I just had... other things to handle." Vicky chuckles. "Other things, huh? Like dealing with Kabir and saving the world?" I snort. "Exactly. I'm practically a superhero in disguise."
He laughs, leaning in closer. "Well, if you're a superhero, then I must be your sidekick." I turn to face him, feigning seriousness. "A sidekick, huh? Do you come with special powers or just comic relief?"
He smirks. "Special powers, of course. Like the power to make you smile, and the ability to sweep you off your feet." I feel my cheeks flush. "Those are some impressive powers." He winks at me. "I try." I reach up and gently touch his face. "I'm glad you're my sidekick."
Vicky's expression softens. "And I'm glad you're mine." The moment is tender, but the playful energy remains. He suddenly gets a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I think you owe me a rematch."
"A rematch?" I look at him, puzzled.
"Yeah," he says, his grin widening. "You beat me at the door earlier. But now, it's my turn." I raise an eyebrow, challenging him. "And what are the stakes?"
He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "How about this: if I win, you have to give me one more kiss." I giggle, feeling the playful tension between us. "And if I win?"
He pauses, pretending to think. "Then I'll give you one kiss." We both burst into laughter, the light-hearted atmosphere making us both feel more connected than ever. "Alright, deal," I say, settling in beside him. "But you should know, I'm quite competitive."
Vicky grins. "Oh, I'm counting on it." As the evening progresses, we engage in a series of playful challenges—everything from silly games to who can make the other laugh first. Each challenge ends in fits of laughter and affectionate teasing.
At one point, Vicky decides to try his luck with a dramatic reading of the instructions to a game we're playing. His exaggerated expressions and silly voices have me in stitches. "Seriously, Vicky, you should consider a career in comedy," I tease.
He winks, looking quite pleased with himself. "I'll take that as a compliment." Later, I catch him trying to sneak an extra piece of dessert from the table. I playfully scold him. "Aha! Caught you red-handed!"
He grins sheepishly. "Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? This dessert is irresistible."I shake my head, trying to maintain a stern expression but failing as a smile tugs at my lips. "I suppose you can have a bit more, but only if you promise to save some for me."
"Deal," he says, holding out a spoonful. "Here's to sharing everything."
As the night continues, our playful banter and tender moments blend seamlessly. Each touch, each laugh, and each shared glance strengthen the bond between us. Vicky's playful teasing and affectionate gestures make me feel cherished and loved, reminding me of the depth of our connection.
Eventually, we wind down, cuddling together on the couch, the world outside fading away as we enjoy our intimate, joyful time together. The challenges and stresses of the past days seem to melt away in the warmth of our shared laughter and closeness.
As I rest my head on Vicky's shoulder, I feel a profound sense of contentment. The playful teasing has brought us closer, and the tender moments have reaffirmed how much we mean to each other. "This has been perfect," I whisper, feeling a deep sense of happiness.
Vicky kisses the top of my head. "I couldn't agree more. Here's to more nights like this."
With a contented sigh, I snuggle closer, savoring the warmth of his embrace. In this moment, surrounded by laughter and love, everything feels right, and the future looks bright.
