Clean Bowled

Chapter 42

*Aslesha*

I knock lightly before I enter Papa's bedroom and see that he's studying some papers.

"Papa busy ho kya?" I ask and he shakes his head and gestures me to come in.

"Bolo na" he says and removes his glasses.

Okay I'll get straight to the point.

"I've invited Viraj over for dinner" I say and stop to first look at his reaction. He raises his eyebrows and smiles.

"Um I hope that's okay" I continue and his smile widens.

"Of course it is okay Aashu. You told me once ke vo cricket ka shaukeen hai na. Chalo achha hai aaj match bhi hai. I'll get a male partner to watch it with" he says and sighs contentedly.

"Mai bhi toh dekhti hu aapke saath match. Mujhme kya kami hai?" I ask frowning a little.

Not that I feel bad though. Actually I feel happy with his reply. Achha hua aaj match hai fir.

"Boy bonding during cricket is something else. Tum nahi samjhogi" he says shaking his head and I scoff.

Of course.

"Okay then papa. You continue with your work. Mai khana banati hu" I say and leave.

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Viraj ke ghar se aate hue mai chicken bhi laayi thi. I smile as the gravy simmers in the pan.

Aaj ka special hai butter chicken and naan. Yum yum yum..

Just when I turn off the gas, the door bell rings. I literally skip outside with a big fat grin on my face and open the door.

Oh my handsome handsome dummy!

He is wearing a white shirt which is rolled up till his sleeves and faded blue jeans. His hair is a little damp but still all over the place. Just the way I like.

Is it possible for a person to look delicious? Yes, if that person is Viraj.

Haaye...

Viraj breathes a sigh of relief and looks behind me.

"Chalo achha hai tumne darwaza khola. Mai toh darr hi gaya tha ke tumhare papa kholenge aur mujhe bhagaa denge" he says and I roll my eyes.

"Vo mere papa hai. Hitler nahi. Itna kyu darr rahe ho" I say ushering him in.

"It's a fact that har khoobsurat ladki ke papa hitler hote hai" he says absentmindedly and I bite my lip to stop from smiling goofily.

He called me khoobsurat. Hehehe..

"Hey I bought ice cream. Aaj bhi" he says scratching the back of his neck nervously and I smile.

"Aww.. isn't my boyfriend the cutest" I say pulling his cheeks and lean ahead to quickly peck his lips.

He leans back before my lips touch his and I frown.

"Tumhare dad dekh lenge toh..." He says looking around the room again and I sigh.

Dumb ass! I want to kiss him. But he looks so cute when he's nervous. And it's a rare occasion. Because Viraj Singhania kabhi nervous vagera nahi hota.

I go and keep the ice cream in the fridge and go outside to see Viraj standing on the same spot where I left him.

"Okay am I dressed up correctly?" he asks and I suppress my smile.

"Actually papa vo white colour bilkul pasand nahi but thik hai ab kya kar sakte hai?" I say in displeasure and his eyes widen.

"Mai bass abhi ja ke change kar ke aata hu 15 minutes me" he says turning to leave and I grab his hand and burst out laughing.