It was a beautiful morning I must say. A beautiful morning after a beautiful night.
I smiled sheepishly stretching while laying on the bed. On my side lay my better half, or whatever they call you know.
I'm not much of a romantic person but this man, he can change rock into Rose. Those five letters are enough to bring out the romticism inside me; v-i-r-a-t.
I am not a poet, but our love is no less than a poem and you, my love are my muse.
I brushed his beard with my hand. My eyes wandered off up to have eyes who were blissfully closed in deep sleep. My eyes going up and up fell on my uniform, reminding me how I've to come back and finish admiring my man after doing my duty.
I kissed his nose in haste, the alarm clock ticking and detangled my self from his arms and legs got up and rushed tip toe to the shower.
A good shower is all you need to get going.
I got out in bathrobe, made myself two boiled eggs, poured a glass of cranberry juice. That's enough I guess.
I went back to get into uniform and got my necessaries arranged and looked at myself in the mirror and breathed heavily smiling proudly at the figure I saw in front of me.
I went back to Virat, who was still asleep, ofcourse, who's got to wake up at 5 in the morning for her job.
I sat carefully on the bed near his head, I didn't want to wake him up. He had his match today and I know it would kind of sadden him to bade my good bye. I didn't want him to think about me and worry while playing for his nation, and anyway with his right arm's ligament tear...I didn't even to pressurise him more emotionally. It'll be good when he wakes up and I'm already gone. Only good memories, no bad ones.
I smiled, rubbing his hair remembering how he got possessive about his diva hair and used to get agitated whenever I messed it.
My hand wandered around his right arm which had a terrible ligament tear. Somehow my smile faded away.
I looked up at the clock, it was time.
I caressed his cheeks, cupping them in my hands, while I looked at him to my soul's fulfilment for one last time, I bent in and gently just touched his lips with mine, just a quick touch, I didn't want him to wake up. I stayed close to his face for a while, looking at him while my eyes swelled up and I could feel a tear slip.
Noo, no. Stop crying. Don't! It's-it's not good, you've to keep yourself together.
I gulped and wiped it off.
"A century for me Kohli" I whispered in barely Audible tone and kissed his forehead.
"I promise I'll be back to you" paused a got up "I promise. I love you"
I left.
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"Captain Pratyusha Dodrajka" I heard the commander call my name
"Yes sir." I took a step forward saluting "reporting"
Virat's Pov (A week later)
People are really crazy you know! Like they believe everything and anything. How stupid of them!
I laughed a dry laugh locking my bedroom door to shut out those voices. They seriously hurt my ear.
I bounced on my bed closing my eyes.
"Ugh" I groaned flipping in turns unable to rest
Like I'd been tired for long. First gym then practice at field then again gym for 4 hours. Wow. That's a hell of an exhaust.
