Hey! I was in a dark and bad mood when I wrote this, so sorry it's so badly written and I really wouldn't usually write things like this so it's the first time too 😂💖 enjoy!
Thank you so much for 2k reads ❤️
*flashback*
Virat's P.O.V.
Sunday night. I'd just come home from Maya's house, and I was on the phone to Yuvi. I disconnected the call and got out of the car. I locked it, and walked inside to my home.
I walked in, and the place was all dark. That's strange. My house keeper usually keeps the lights on for Bruno when she leaves in the evening.
Turning on the lights, I saw Bruno, in the corner of the living room.
"Bruno!" I exclaimed and ran up to him. I tried to pick him up when I realised he was chained to the door that takes you to my garden.
"Bruno?" I asked, expecting to wake up from a dream. What was happening?
"What happened?" I asked, panicked, as if he would speak back to me.
I ran to the kitchen, to find my big knife that I had shoved in my draw somewhere. I opened the draw. I was trying to find it, but then I realised, that it wasn't there.
"What the fuck!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and held my head in my hands.
Cautiously, I walked back into the living room, with a smaller knife that was in the kitchen, and let Bruno free.
He started barking, and running up the stairs. He ran into my bedroom, where I saw the window was wide open. He looked at me, and then looked at my bed.
It was a piece of white paper, with a bit of writing on it. I picked it up, and it read 'I am coming for her. catch me if you can - K.'
Kyrun.
Why was he doing this to me? That fucking idiot. I needed to be with her. I needed to keep her occupied before he can get to her. What will he do to her? God knows. He is a dangerous man.
I quickly called up Yuvi, explained what had happened, and told him to call Maya over to his apartment to keep her occupied.
Then, I called my bodyguard.
"John! I need your help."
"Yes Mr Kohli, what is it?" He asked.
"Maya." I panicked.
"Maya? Maya Sandhu?"
"Yes. Maya Sandhu. Her ex boyfriend is coming after her, he stole a large knife from my kitchen, chained fucking Bruno to a door and left a note on my bed saying he's coming after her and for me to catch him if I can!" I screamed. "I don't know how he entered my home, but he escaped by my bedroom window." I screamed down the phone again.
"Take a breath, Mr Kohli. Do not panic too much. We will be there straight away." He spoke.
"Good. You better be here quick." I said and hung up the phone.
What the fuck do I do?
I got my phone out, and called Maya. There was no way I was telling her about this. But I had to find out if she was okay.
"Virat?" I heard her sweet and innocent voice when she picked up.
"Maya!" Thank God she was okay. "Are you okay?" I asked.
YOU ARE READING
Meant To Be. - A Virat Kohli Fanfiction.
Fanfiction#3, #5 In Fanfiction • How will 24 year old Punjabi girl Maya Sandhu, born and raised in England cope with being around her hero, her idol, the reason she is who she is, Virat Kohli, knowing that their relationship is forbidden?