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Virat :
Yooo babe! Morning
Eira :
Hiiiii. You just woke up? And here I am going to uni 😳😳😠
Virat :
Hey now, I deserve to sleep, I'll be leaving for gym in an hour wese bhi.🙄🙄Eira :
Cool. How was the interview?🤗Virat :
About that..😶😶Eira :
What?😥Virat :
Call?Eira :
Yeah..😇Virat called me a few seconds later, I heard his voice and as usual, it soothed yet surprised me. His voice had the audicity to send chills all over my body yet give a comfort that nobody else could.
I sighed deep into the phone and then mumbled.
"Assalam u alaikum," I said first, out of habit and then mumbled a hello.
"Hi babe, won't the driver hear you?" Virat asked me and I chuckled.
"He doesn't understand english or urdu for that matter." I told him and I could imagine him nodding his head.
"Then how is he your driver?" Virat questioned completely avoiding the thing he wanted to tell me.
"My sister knows Arabic so it's cool-anyway about the interview." I tried to bring his attention back.
"Haan."
"Virat? Tell me?" I insisted.
"So they kind of asked about you." My eyes widened, and I could feel panic rising in me. Asked about me? But why? How? Holy shit.
"What? What the fuck Virat! Oh my God." I freaked out rambling on the line.
"Stop freaking out. I handled it. All the screenshots about our twitter feud." Virat informed me, his voice soothing my nerves. I relaxed a little.
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Fanfiction@EiraSK96 : As Over-rated as Virat Kohli. @ImVKohli : @EiraSK96 Babe, you really need to stop being so obsessed with me 😏 A love story that knew no boundaries.