This is an imagine dedicated to claramine cause...I hate her 😂. Nah, I don't. There you go Spandana.
"Hurry up! My entrails are growling!"exclaimed Spandana.
" I knew you can't make it! So give up oo-stuburno-virat,"she continued as she heard no response.
She and Virat Kohli were friends, just-friends, for real. They had a bet that Virat is only mind blowing when it comes to cricket and athletic and he has can't make head or tail of the procedures to cook food he loves to gobble up in his mouth. Now he had to prove her wrong.
Out of nowhere the room filled up with mouthwatering essence of butter malai and biryani. There showed up Virat- all glistening with sweat. It was extremely- boiling hot in India in summer and all that kitchen heat worsened the condition for him to accomplish his task.
He arranged all his cooked meals on the dining table delicately as if they were rose petals. He then went up to her. Gave her a wide cheeky aka cheeku grin. Before he could speak up he swiftly picked her up in his arms and left her in astonishment. He gently placed get down
"So what madman. Aap kya keh rahi the haan? I can't." He questioned
"Haha. Ummm..." she trailed off
They both sat at the table zealous to eat.
It was spandana who went up to grab the biryani bowl and on the contact of her skin to the bowl, blared out a scream from her mouth. The bowl was too hot and it has burned her hands.
Get eyes were shut, deep in pain. With out wasting time Virat rushed to her side.
"Are you crazy! What the hell is wrong with you spandana? You burnt yourself. Do you realise what would could happen? What would I do without you? I could've never forgiven myself if something would happen to you" he said in a hoarse tone
Her eyes flickered. She wanted to speak, had questions. But he continued while applying her ointment " Spandana. I don't know what this is..but. But I think I feel ford you- more than what we are. It's- it's more than this, more than mere friendship."
