Endgame | ✓

2. The Fountain Of Love.

02. The Fountain Of Love.

   VIRAT WAS DAMN UNPOPULAR AMONG THE GUESTS, is what I realized when I noticed none of the single ladies were asking him for a dance. We were in the Booogie Club, which was arguably the best and highly esteemed night club in Rome. 

  Specially for the chicken strips made here.

  Apart from the food, I really loved how the it was like overall; the sequins on the walls catching the light from the disco ball that twirled above, launching every shade of the rainbow on people's face in the darkness. A bar which would never run out of drinks. On a whole, it was electric tonight, with people feeding off each other smiles, and swaying their hips to the beats of music. 

  Well, I wasn't among them even though I had around ten men asking me for a dance. I didn't feel like leaving Virat's side tonight, especially when I had every chance of annoying him to the core. I just threw him a huge grin after I joked about his beard to which he shook his head in disgust, "You are the most unaccomplished child in your family, aren't you?" he asked exasperatedly.

  "Hey, I'm not the one who constantly bickers about how great he is, and the guy at whom girls constantly roll their eyes." I scowled.

  "That's just because of you, and the speech you translated! They probably think that I'm a lust-hungry guy who's probably gonna force them into one sided sex if we dance together," he returned, rolling his eyes at me. I softly chuckled, before I saw a naughty grin spreading across his lips. "You secretly love me, don't you? I mean you don't like it when I get the female attention who love me like crazy, so you did all of that to drive them away."

  My eyes widened a little at his question, but I quickly recomposed myself. "Wow, that escalated real quick but I'm so happy that you finally realized, Virat!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "And wait, no one loves you like I do. No one, I repeat."

  He almost rolled his eyes, but refrained from doing that and just grinned evilly. "I knew it! I knew you had a thing for me during the highschool, Anushka. But sorry, you're not my type. I don't do with girls like you." his smirk grew wider.

  I simply roll my eyes again, and take another bite of the chicken strip and smiled at him sarcastically. "I would probably marry a chicken... actually anyone but you, Mr. Kohli. So the feelings are mutual." My mind instead was whirring with thoughts like oh, really? but I just shrugged, not giving them any impetus.

  Virat just faked a yawn, flashing a grin at me. "You eat so much that probably the chicken would also not wish to marry you. You freaking get hungry straight after you've eaten." he laughed, his eyes glistening as he pointed his index finger at my plate of chicken strips.

  "I just eat a lot when I'm stressed." I huffed, keeping the plate aside, and folding my arms across the chest. 

  Virat looked at me with interest. "And what exactly is worrying you, Miss. Sharma?"

  "Nikita." I mumbled, biting my lip. "I mean Nikhil," I hastened to correct myself immediately. "Nikita and Nikhil both." I groaned, softly muttering an ugh.

  "What about them?" he asked, probably curiosity getting a better hold on him. He grabbed my shoulders, and forced me to face him. "What is it, Anushka? I've never seen you this stressed."

  "Nothing, it's just that they're both dating, and I don't want Nikita to get hurt in the end."

  "Same. I was a little shocked when I heard about Nikita dating Nikhil. She has always been this amazing person, and Nikhil by the looks of it... seems to be an asshole."