"Hey!" I got a gently push from my left side "you aren't listening" a grumpy morning voice interrupted my thoughts of admiration, it wasn't morning
"My phone would fall off!" I defended in disgust springing up from the couch
"So? You weren't paying attention to me" Mr-innocent-kohli shrugged trying to look cute
Fine! He looked cute.
I sighed and took my place back giving him a disgusted look "that doesn't justify"
"Nevermind" he cheeked up like a Cheeku he was, hugging me by my shoulders and kissing me cheek with the very intention to get on my nerves
I hate you.
"Tasty" he chuckled and cracked up in a short moment of laughter
I pretended to be offended and horrified but then, haha come on..
He's seriously so lovable, like who wouldn't fall for those big brown eyes and that oblivious laugh..
"But," he remarked
"But?" I stared wide eyed in zeal
"You're highly intoxicating" he whispered "it's hard to control" seductively, his lips touching my earlobes
I shivered and tried to think of a reply. I couldn't. That contact had left my numb enough to not think about anything but him.
"What were you seeing?" He asked his hands travelling down my shoulders to reach my phone in hand. I quickly hid the phone under the sofa cushion, beyond his reach
"Pictures" I sterned
"Of?"
"Of a cute little chubby child" I grinned cutely
Yes. I can call myself cute. He's not the only one cute here.
Wronging my assumptions his hand swept out my phone and soon it were in his hands
"You mean your child hood pictures" he smirked winking
Yeah so? I wasn't the only chubby child. Arey khate Pete ghar ki the.
"Shut up" I smacked his abs
He laughed a little and opened my phone to go "oh it's me!" His childlike innocent smile plastering his face
I could stare you all day love. Each and every day of my life.. I mean it.
"Yess my Cheeku" I said pulling his cheeks hard, so long that they turned red when I left them
"Oye" he patted his cheeks in tenderness
I laughed at it
"Stalking me on Instagram huh?" He poked me while checking out his own Instagram account from my profile and double tapping on all the already liked pictures
Idiot.
"It's already liked!" I shook him resting my head slowly on his shoulders
"So?" He replied half minded.
He went on to check the comment sections and all the mentions he had gotten after the first test against Australia.
With a strike of the a seconds hand that heavenly smile swept off his face, and a serious and disappointed one with little sadness and regret replace it.
Noooooo, please don't..
"Virat" I shook him
He hummed in response reading those filthy comments
