He shook her, hard, but the flesh and bone in his grip of tightened muscles remained dead in stillness;breathing.
"You've got to answer me goddammit" he bloated pissed as he sweated profusely
"There's nothing to say." Her lips moved "Nothing to be answered." She looked into his eyes with a face as blank as white sheets of raw paper
He shook his head, frustrated. He wanted to do something, bad but then there was nothing he was being able to do. A pity situation.
"Come along Virat" she held his hand as his back was turned to her now
He snapped. Shaking his head.
She clutched his hands clinging them closer to her heart. "Let's escape this world together Virat" she repeated smiling
Her smile, her innocent childlike smile was something he couldn't resist, it was so pure, filled with serenity, yet he shook a no. A clear no. What she wanted was something he'd never let her have.
She was so lost in the illusion of an imaginary world in her head that she loathed the real world she lived in. Her imagination was all that occupied her head, her creativity was dynamic. There's a reason why she used to be the best author at some point of time. She made stories so well and believable yet magical but look at the irony of reality, those same hands magnificent at writting now urged to penetrate and cut through the viens that shone under the now pale white skin.
"Do you still love me?" She damemanded abruptly
Those words did hit him like a Arrow, but he had to control it inside him, and that he knew.
"Are you.. Yes-yes yes Ofcourse I only love you Y/N! I've always loved you and will always do" he cried feeling helpless.
None of the bowlers or gigantic scores on board did made him feel the way he felt right now. He was not the one to give up, but there he was on his knees begging her please.
"Why can't you understand me then" she fell down beside him "rem-remember you were the one to always get me? Understand me? You used to be my-"
"Mentaliac." he completed looking with those huge brown eyes, the most scensire look they ever had
"Yes" she gleed
"Used to?" He looked away "used to..." He wipped a tear of his face.
A man so helpless fighting his way through for his love? Could anyone be more heroic? Could any girl be more lucky than Y/N?
But y/n, ooh y/n.. she was blinded, blinded by the glittery golden clouds which never existed. It is hard to see a sorted woman in life to grow into such a pity situation right now.
Wait. Sorted. Sorted?...
You see that's where lies the loophole. That outer mask called sorted she used to slip on to fool the eyes of beholder. Clever? Not really...
"You can still be if you want to. I'm giving you the choice" she sticked to her stupid negotiation
Can someone please give her a tight slap left right?
"Ch-! Choice!!" He stammered angry, blood raging
She grew silent at that scene. I guess it was her last tie to the world which had now been broken. That thin yet strong thread was broken in fraction of Seconds and there was nothing holding her back.
What had happened to her?! What was it? It was reality. It was life.
"Fine." She said, her voice peculiar due to running waterfall of tears on her face "afterall I've loved solitude" she smiled sarcastically approaching the knife
He ran after her and
And before I could tell you the story further someone pulled up the curtains together.
I don't know what happened next, I don't want to. All I believe is in that man. Virat Kohli. I had faith in him more than I had on humanity and I knew he was not the one to give up. He believed and so did I.
A/N: We all Ignore the reality of human life blissfully lost in illusion.
