Clean Bowled

Chapter 41

*Aslesha*

I'm nervously standing in front of Viraj's house for the past five minutes contemplating whether or not to go inside.

Viraj ko batana toh padega about the whole complain thing.

What if he throws me out of his house saying that he's no more interested in me? These thoughts have been playing around in my head since morning.

I take a deep breath and finally ring the door bell.

His mom opens the door and when she looks at me a smile breaks on her face.

"Hey Aashi, aao aao andar aao" she says and ushers me in.

"Hello aunty" I say and smile at her as I enter the living room. Did Viraj already tell her about me and him.. him and me.. us?

"Viraj ne bataya tum aane wali ho" she says.

I guess not. Viraj said that she was rooting for us. I smile at that thought.

I peek outside the living room to find him. She sees me doing that and chuckles.

"Upar apne room me hai vo. Jaao upar" she says and I smile nervously and go upstairs.

When I go upstairs I hear the shower running. He's taking a shower. Jaldi aayi shayad mai. I go and sit on his bed as I wait for him to come out.

I look around his room. There are many trophies and medals on the shelf. I lift one one of them and look at it closely. 'Man of the series'. Of course.

There's also a big pile of video games. Typical. Ek bhi book nahi. Typical again.

There's one photo frame of him and his mom. It's torn in half and I assume that it was his father side that he tore off. He's around 9 or 10 in this photo.

I sigh and keep the picture away.

His cricket kit is in one corner and I lift his bat and try to swing it. Bahot bhaari hai ye toh. Isse four aur six kaise maarta hai ye..

"Whoa! What a pleasant surprise" I hear a voice from behind and quickly turn to see Viraj smirking at me.

Viraj Singhania in nothing but just a towel. I feel blessed..

My mouth goes dry as I take in his form. I'm gonna faint right here and right now.

He looks so fresh and wet and sexy as hell. I hope I'm not drooling.

His hair is damp from the shower, droplets still falling off the tendrils. And his body. Oh his body.

There are a few droplets sprinkled on his body and I have an urge to wipe them off.

Stop thinking such unholy thoughts!

I put my hands behind my back so that I don't do something stupid and with great effort, really really great effort, move my eyes upwards towards his face.

Eyes, stay here! Don't go down. It's unsafe territory.

"Hey hi" I say casually, which doesn't come out casually but breathlessly and I mentally slap myself.

His smirk widens and my eyes go down to his faint abs and I quickly move them upwards.

Stay here you traitors!

"Hey girlfriend" he says walking closer to me and I step backwards and keep stepping backwards until I'm cornered between him and the wall.

"Viraj, tumhari mom neeche hai" I say and lean a little more back but that doesn't help because he leans down so that our noses are almost touching.