One Shots

My Everything

You are:
My sugar rush
My cocaine bliss
My illegal high
My perfect kiss
You are an addiction that I always fail to resist!

Asmi~

After a full on tiring day at office all I need is a nice coffee and my couch. Cracking my neck I packed my stuff out of the building towards parking. Buckling myself in the car I checked my iPhone for any notifications, there was none. Sighing, I pushed a button to start the car and punching another one turn on some soft music. After half an hour I reached my place.

I used my home keys to open the rather than ringing the door bell as I already knew my everyone went out for some shopping. The moment I entered familiar faint homey smell lingered around me making me relax.

Strode towards my room an opened it in one quick motion, I moment I did it I saw him lying on the bed. Hands behind his neck and resting his upper well sculptured body on the headrest. His eyes were open but he didn't look in my direction. Weird!

Never the less I was so happy seeing him in our home.

Damn I missed this beautiful creature so much.

I never knew he came back home in Delhi, he had to go to Nagpur but why Delhi all of a sudden? Shaking those thoughts I gently kept my laptop bag on the side table and took a few step towards him to get close to him. When I was standing besides him, he was still looking in air like it was the most interesting thing in the universe. I sighed,

"Hey!" I squealed softly but he didn't budge.

"Virat?" Again I called him out but his response was nothing.

Ok that's not good!

He's never this much disoriented but what happened?

"Cheeku?" I again called him out but this time I kept my palm gently on his shoulder, he snapped out of his world by shuddering a bit and his sad exhausted eyes met mine. Immediately he withdrew his hands from back of his head and straighten himself to face me.

"Hey." He greeted me by trying to smile. Something was definitely bothering him otherwise he wouldn't have came home in middle of series.

I leaned myself against him and cares his cheek. In the same moment he leaned too and buried his face in my stomach sending tickles through my spine.

"What happened virat?" I asked while my hands ran through his hair and he wrapped his arms around my torso but he didn't reply. I heard him sigh as his grip tightened, I didn't mind.

"Baby?" I asked again without repeating my words. He pulled out and held my hands just to make me sit on his lap.

My favorite place!

I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed his cheek to make him feel better.

"You look drained virat, didn't you rest?"

"I'm not able to sleep."

"Something is bothering you right? What is it virat? Is it about the last match?" We lost the first t20 match in kanpur and I knew he was sad about and definitely blaming himself for that. But he is not this way, even he failed somewhere in the game, he would practice harder to get better but not this virat looks broken. My baby looked broken. He looked at me and weakly nodded.