Kairos | Virat Kohli [Completed]

οχτώ - eight

He kept tapping on the phone without pressing the button of which floor he wanted to go. Maybe he was going to where I was? It was best if I didn't open my mouth, he looked to be in a shitty mood.

Suddenly, he looked up at the board telling him the floor. He looked at me next.

"Don't you know which floor I have to go?" He shouted at me. What the heck did I do? "Stupid intern." He muttered.

Oh hell no. "Stupid intern? Oh hello, thoda tameez se baath kijiye, aap kaun ho?" I was first and foremost, a Delhi girl. I served it back to him, or so I had thought.

He removed his sunglasses and looked at me. Holy fuck. "I'm Virat Kohli, mere khelne se aapki salary aati hai." He crossed his hands and looked at me. At that moment, the doors opened on my floor.

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't work for BCCI." I smirked, making him lose his. "I'm just here for a reference, if you will." I waved at that very moment, walking out, feeling like a boss and just looked at him as the doors closed.

When it closed fully, I did a fist bump into the air only to realise what I had just done.

I just spoke with Virat Kohli.

The Virat Kohli.

And I kinda told him off. I did that, to my idol.

I'm an idiot, aren't I?

Well, there's something interesting to tell to my grandkids, at least. I outsmarted and one upped Virat Kohli.

A minute later, as I was told to wait for my supervisor, I put my hands in my palm and just assessed what I had done.

I was so going to get fired. Well done, Pihu. Pat on the back. My only hope was that maybe he'd take it jokingly and we'd never cross paths.

As my supervisor came out from the room, she called my name.

"Pihu Ahuja?"

I looked up and saw the woman who was calling my name. I walked towards her and shook her hand.

"Are you Miss Rattan?"

She looked me up and down.

"Yes, I am. You can call me Aarushi in private but in front of the big boss, just call me Ma'am. He for some reason hates when we don't follow decorum. Welcome to BCCI, Logistic Department." She smiled at me.

"Since you'll be shifting over to ICC after four months, you'll be covering for our Executive, Roshan Pillai. He just had a baby girl, so he has asked for some sick days to be renewed." She nodded and showed me his cabinet.

"To be really honest, we had a spot of luck when Lucy from the ICC Dubai branch decided to give in her notice as Roshan was taking his leave. We made a request to the ICC to loan us a Executive." She grinned. "You know, since all the hype about the post of the Head Coach."

So technically, I could've been in Dubai by now. Ma would've had a fit, maybe it worked out for me as well. I shrugged.

"It's fine. Could you tell me more about the job?" I said, keeping my startup file on the table.

"It's simple, really. You'll be managing the Senior Men's Indian Cricket Team."

Cue the chocking.