Continuation, reading of the previous chapter is recommended.
I wrapped my hands around his arm, and lifted my head resting on his shoulders so that my lips were in close proximity of his earlobe. I could see his eyes closed. I saw them open with a flick as kissed his cheeks.
**About a year ago, Paris**
"Oye" I protested softly as a pair of hands barred my vision.
All I could hear in response was a mix of chuckle and little laughter full of satisfaction.
"What are you doing?" I said catching hold of his thigh under my grip aimlessly and tapping
"Are you going to say something?" I repeated as I felt walking on the carpeted floor of our Paris stay
"You'll see" he whispered leading me God knows where
"But I can't!" I gritted my teeth still tapping over his calf muscles
"Can you stop doing that" he said with an awkward wiggle in his voice
That's funny
I grinned
"Virat.." I slumped back on to him, not letting him walk us further
"What?" He said pushing me forward anyway
"Where are you taking me?" I whined in a Stern manner
"Be patient na, I won't kidnap you" he said pushing open a door
"Cause you don't need to kidnap Me" I said pouting wanting to give him a small peck
I felt loss of his contact and the door being shut behind me as my eyes finally were able to see
"Virat!" I banged the teak door in front of me
"Yes?" He chuckled
"What's this?"
"This, well is a wardrobe room. There's a dress I kept for you and a pair of heels." I heard him from the other side
Blind folded eye? Dress? Heels? Get ready?
"Are you proposing me?!" I jumped
"Ugh, can you stop talking" he sniffed with annoyance
I could hear footsteps walking away
"Virat!" I hailed "virat! I'll always say a yes" I shreiked clasping my hands together
He definitely is going to propose me right?
Excitedly I opened the wardrobe, and their hung the finest gown I'd ever seen. It was beautifully red, pure red with little sequence detailing near the neck line. It was full in length and had layers of slitting cloth I lapping on each other below the waist line also detailed with sequence.
I took it out of its hanger and read the sticky note on neon
"Red.
With love,
Your Veeku"
I smiled uncontrollably hugging the red gown.
I got into red. I wanted to admire myself in red but then there was no sign of mirror in the place.
I sighed at first but then it came to me that why did he not leave any mirror. He wanted to be the first one to see me, even before I could see me.
I opened my hair and blow-dried it with the blow dryer and let it fall over my shoulders on both side. I picked up the black glossy surfaced Steve Madden and placed my feet inside.
Setting my hair with my fingers for the last time before I knocked the door only to discover the door open. I smiled slightly breathing in deeply before my hands pushed open the door.
There I was, standing in front of Virat sitting on the edge of Lenin on the bed. The sight of me made him stand on his heels. Our eyes collided and it was magic. He looked more handsome than ever. A white shirt neatly tucked in his straight fitting trousers. A black tuxedo. His shirt was buttoned all the way up even though he didn't like it that way. He liked a button or two left open from the top but then I used to call him 'chichora' if he did that. A tie was clinging from his hands loosely, waiting to be worn. His hair was done neatly in a quif. His eyes were sparkling neutella brown and I was stunned. I couldn't shift my eyes for a second.
"Hey" he smiled giving forward a hand
"Hey" I grinned taking a step forward
"You look magnificent" I said raising my hands to feel those warm cheeks and beard. I don't know whether he heard that cause I didn't get any reply.
He was too lost.
"Virat" I pinched his cheeks a little making them rose pink
"Yes" he shook his head and looked down
"You look beautiful, I think I forgot to tell you" he smiled shyly scratching the back of his neck
I giggled at his childlike innocence and cuteness
"Thank you" I said slowly slipping out the tie from his hand and adjusting it
He lifted his collar for me and I knotted the tie. I smiled at the perfection.
I bit my lip thinking for a moment then I loosened the tie a little, making it look a little messy and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt piece.
"Why did you do that?" He asked checking himself
"Because you like it this way" I stepped back and covered my mouth shrugging my shoulders
"Don't I look like a chichora now?" He popped his brows
"No" I shook my head
"Then you lied to me all the time?" He crossed his arms
"You look awesome" I said hugging him "even though a chichora, you're my chichora"
"Your chichora huh?" He said tickling my neck using his beard
"Yes" I wiggle laughed
"I Love you Tigress" he held me closer
"I love you too my tiger" I said pulling back and pecking his bloated nose
"Let's go now" he said casting his look in the mirror
"Wait" I held back and moved up in front of mirror. I hadn't actually seen myself.
I grasped virat's hand and stood us in front of the exquisite figure of two people looking just made for each other.
"Shall we?" He smirked
"Sure." I replied him through our reflection in the mirror.
And yes, Ofcourse I did. We did, Marry.
A/N: Some stories are better left unfinished.
I'll write the wedding series later somewhere down, sometime I swear.
Btw, mark the date, 4th June, India is going to slay Pakistan. #Bleedblue
