To all the foreigner fans of Virat out there!
Important Note: Virat doesn't do drugs but I've made his character do in this particular imagine. It's totally fictional, please do not get offended. If you don't want to read it, don't then, I'm fine with you finding it unacceptable. And no, I don't do drugs either and nor do I support it.
Virat's POV
"Hey!" I heard a deep yet chirpy voice
I looked up inhaling in the second best marijuana I had breathed in.
"Yes?" I said rubbing my nose a little with the tips of my fingers
"Umm" smiled the woman standing in front of me in blood red sequenced top and black leather pants. It was visible she was probably stoned, or maybe a stone's person finds others stoned too. Let's get back to the lady.
"Mind sharing" she bit her lower lip, not in a seductive way though, just casual nervousness I assume
I gave her a pure blank look unacknowledged of her requests. What we she talking about?
I could spot beads of sweat on her forehead just before she wept them off using her hands. They had blue-green veins visible on them. Her fingers were long and fleshy with nails painted black and gold.
"Marijuana"she whispered so low that I barely heard but then her pointed fingers led me to my rolled joint in underneath my hands.
I looked at my joint for a moment before handing it over to her "Sure"
"Thanks" she said not looking at me but my hands. Basically the joint in them.
She produced a lighter from her back pocket and lighted the joint. I couldn't help but stare and smile. What caught my eye the most was her inked right arm, up from her right shoulder till the tip of her right hand fingers. The tattoo was glamorously snaked around her arm, a little too intimidating.
She glared at the lighting red hot tip of the roll as if trying to find her burning soul within it. Within a moment she placed it between her teeth and he eyes sparkled up to me. I was taken aback a little. Quite a shocker for me. She popped her eyebrows up and down shamelessly and closed her eyes before she could see my reply.
"Checking me out Mr?" That sounded like a question
"I'm sorry I'm Jennifer" continued the blonde giving me a quick smile
"I'm Virat, Virat Kohli" I said straightening up my elbow resting on the wooden bar
"Haydon" escaped her small lips coated with a thin glossy layer
"Hey Jennifer Haydon" I repeated tugging on the word Jennifer
"Just Jenn" she smoked out a tiny circular ring "that's good?" She glanced at me
"Yeah" I replied confused yet amazed
She's a little intimidating... A lot! Shrieked the inner me.
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I don't recall the exact events that followed precisely but all I could tell that I slept with a highly intimidating, gorgeous and pshcotic half Indian half French woman who hated the world's each and every man.
*IMPORTANT* AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I know I didn't do justice to this amazing plot cause I had written it half in April when in Rajasthan,a little bit more in Delhi and I lost that mood and flow... :(
I really wanted to write this but I can't, now. I wanted it to be a story about women who are different, unaccepted by the Indian society, independent, the one's who've gone through a lot but don't let anyone know their past very easily, one's who don't need sympathy and love, who are more than enough for themselves to live on their own in this world.
So it's a humble request, anyone, anyone please complete this story with this plot. I know you guys will be able to do it. I'm not asking for credits, just complete this. I want to read something like this very bad. Virat might not be the protagonist, it can be anyone else you want, but just write it. And yes, message me or inform me that you've written it so that I can read it.
People stereotype women, and I believe in the power of pen to change it :)
