It'd been a more than a year since you and Virat were dating, and were deeply in love with each other.
It was the first time Virat was going to meet your parents for a dinner. You were supposed to drive him to your parent's or rather his future in law's.
Your POV
I was smiling cheek to cheek, my cheeks and earlobes warm in red. I was kinda overzealous about this. Virat and my parents at the dinner table. I couldn't pull down that smile. Just couldn't. Neither did I wanted to. Like why would I?!
I was leaning against the front door of my car while waiting for Virat to come. This guy! Sometimes he takes so much time to dress up! Like what is he upto! Itna time kon leta he? He wasn't a newly married bahu dude 😹😂
Let's call my cheeku Babu, I thought to myself grinning widely.
He picked up.
"Hey mister. Where on earth are you? I'm waiting!" I screamed through the phone microphone.
"Hey. Ummmm....," he said softly with the hint of guilt in his tone.
"Listen I don't want to hear any excuses now okay? Just come" I ordered slightly mad
"I'm- I'm really sorry (Y/N). I-I can't make it tonight"
I cut him off before he could continue
"What do you mean Virat!? Listen I'm do not in a mood to play around in your pranks and jokes" I shouted in a very harsh tone.
"I wish I would've been joking... But I ain't. I seriously ain't. I know I've committed a huge mistake and you totally don't deserve all this... But I can't help! I wish I could... But I can't. I'm sooooooooo sorry. I don't deserve your sorry too. Damn!" He cried
"Mr Virat Kohli! What the fuck On earth is wrong with you?! What the hell are you up to!?" I blared with rage summing up my head. What was this guy doing? Did he have any idea what sort of disrespect and irresponsibility had he presented. My father is not free everyday. Infact my father had cancelled up all his work just to meet him for my happiness. I had disappointed my father, we had disappointed him. I wouldn't let him get away after the mess he'd created.
"(Y/N) , I promise I can explain all this. I promise I'll make it up. Please.. Just listen to me"
I cut him off again
"You know what! I don't want any explanations and justification. Cause what you've done can't be justified from my side," I said with my eyes moistening with the rage taking up the form of tears. I could hear loud music in the background from the other side of the phone. That was the thing! That music- he was in a party or something. I'd lost it now. It was enough! Enough I had of him.
"Go to hell Virat Kohli. I just don't give a damn about you anymore." I shouted in anger and cut the call straight away.
How could he!?! A damn party or whatsofuckever was more important than me!? Then us?!
I couldn't take it any more. I slammed my car door shut and ignited the engine. It roared. My sight was blurry with tears rolling down my cheeks. My parents were calling to enquire why I was getting late. The god damn man I loved had broken his promise, showed his disloyalty. I was broken in the inside. He broke me up. Shattered me into a million pieces. He'd broken my trust on him.
I should have known that it was the truth that my family told "Be careful. He's a cricketer- a famous public figure. Don't just loose yourself so deep that you won't be able to find your way back." They were right. So damn right. He was never worth it. It never mattered to him. He didn't even call to tell that he wasn't coming. It was I who called to enquire. Why!? Was it always one sided- me who loved-me who cared- me who put in an the effort. He didn't even call back when I cut off. I shouldn't have ever trusted him with my love. It was my mistake. My fault.
I'd let my self drown so deep down in him that I'd became incapable of bringing myself back up.
Note: Rcb lost the match. That's heartbreaking. They totally deserved it.
Sorry for not updating. Summer vacation is getting over and a lot of school work to do.
