Virat's POV
I entered my home exhausted, from the practice session.
I huffed breathing heavily taking off my shoes.
I took of my earphones and dumped my phone on the table and walked towards my room.
The voices coming, or rather booming out of the room indicated what that girl was up to.
I covered my ears as I opened the doors. This girl is going to maje me deaf.
"What the hell is this! Turn the volume down!" I shouted out my lungs, still barely audible.
Wow! She didn't even notice me. Fuck that Ian Somerhalder.
Enraged I reached out for the tv switch
"Don't you dare Kohli!" She screamed jumping out in front of me, giving me death glares.
"Bahri hojayogi" I sterned snatching the remote and lowering the volume
"Huh, bloody vampire" I huffed
"Shut up." She hit my arms
"What is this Sanyukta?" I asked glaring at her team Damon sweatshirt
Pagal he yeh lardki
"What?" She asked following my gaze "Oh this! I bought it yesterday only" she smiled
"Team Damon? Seriously?" I asked taking out clothes to change. Like it should rather be team Kohli.
"Yeah! Looks amazing right?" She cheered admiring it
"Nah"
She just stood with her don't you dare say a word further or else I'm going to stab you look plastered on her face.
"I'll change" I escaped
Returning back I saw the episode paused and her place lying empty.
I sneaked around, but she wasn't there. Then there was smell of Hajar ka halwa invading the room, tempting me to breath it's aroma more.
She entered with a large bowl of halwa and one spoon. One. Wait why one? Romantic mode maybe, 'jhutta khane se pyaar bardhta he' I smirked to myself.
She propped up, keeping the bowl on her side.
"You made?" I asked to start the conversation and grabbed the bowl on my side
"No, Mumma sent it" she said taking the bowl back "it is not for you"
"Why? Who told?" I argued snatching it back
"I told"
"So? You didn't make it right?" I grinned at my reply and took it back from her again. Shit, ab gussa hogayi.
"Sanyukta!" I shook her, engulfing her into my arms
Sanyukta's POV
I was kind of angry, cause he hated Ian and it was his birthday today. He actually not hated him, just jealous.
"Acha, team Damon! Team Damon!"
I looked at him
"Yeah your tee even looks amazing! Okay now?" He said kissing my cheeks, like I was teddy.
"It's his birthday today!" I said resuming the episode I was watching
"I know you're obsessed with me" Ian smirked his signature Damon smirk with that black shirt
"Yes, I am!" I squealed like a kid
"Oh shut up" Virat nagged a little annoyed, while eating
I laughed at his funny expressions, overflowing with jealousy and insecurity and I couldn't stop myself to make it severe "He's so bad that it's good! Like forget Prince,i want a vampire!" I said looking at him with a big smile
"Vampire!" He nagged gulping down and pulled me closer and continued "Aren't you happy with a cricketer? Like girls are dying out there to have that particular person you have, and you want a vampire! He's married, and 38"
"Married? 38? How do you know all this Mr?" I asked amused and excited, he's so adorable
"Umm.. You told me" he lied poorly
"No! I never did. You can't even bare me mentioning his name and you're telling me I told you ask his biodata"
He opened his mouth to day something, but couldn't think of anything good
"Virat you literally googled him and all right?"
He just stole eye contact
"Right?!" I demanded making him face me
"Yeah, just bored so thought of.. You know" he admitted abashed
"Hahha, that's so you being jealous, hahha"
"No, I'm not Jealous, specially not of him! Like blah-him!" He made lunatic faces
"You can admit it, I know anyone will get jealous of him, just look at those blue diamond eyes and that killer smirk and that body!" I said drooling over the handsome vampire
"He's a firangi"
"Yeah, so? At least he's not Fawad Khan. I would understand your patriotism then, but he's American"
"Point. But still.." he shrugged
"Still what?"
"You're mine, and you love me" he wrapped his hands around me
"Yeah, but I love him too!" I teased
"But he doesn't love you back" he pouted
"He loves his fans" I giggled
"Shut up. You're mine and no one will ever love you the way I do" he argued cutely
"You're so damn burning-jealous" I laughed
"Okay yes. There's no harm in being possessive about my human teddy. Plus it's a fact, you love me" exaggerating the word love
"Yes, I love you" I did the same
"Yeah, now stop this Ian crushing" he said taking the remote in hand
"No, don't do that" I said reaching out for the remote but he held new back tight.
"Shh, you can drool over me all you want, I'm right here, now leave this guy"
"That's not done!" I kicked, but he has already turned the TV off
"Possessive freak" I mocked him folding me arms
"Crazy Tigress" he roared and continued "Btw did I team you how misfit this piece of cloth looks on you? Take it off!" He ordered
"No, I'm going to wear it all day" u demanded pulling up a pillow for defence
"Oh really? I don't think so" he smirked wickedly
"It's team Damon vs team Kohli then" I flicked getting up
"And at the end there wing be any contender from the former one"
I ran and he chased after messing up the house in our way, breaking vases and the rules set by the society.
Note: so Ian Somerhalder's birthday was on 8th and I'm late, as always in everything. He's turned 38 and made ask the tvd fans including me laugh, cry, smile, dance and drool. Happy birthday to a great actor and human.
I don't know how regular or irregular updates will be, because of pre boards and boards and all.
Still you can dm of you want me to write anything for you, I'll do it whenever I'm free.
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