Hijack. #Virushka

9. Wait for your death

You all better vote and comment like crazy because i have felt the dumbest while writing this chapter.

Anywayyy here you go. One last chapter and an epilogue left!

ANUSHKA

Anushka hadn't felt so lost as she did in that moment. Virat wasn't moving, he couldn't lift a single part of his body. It felt like even lifting an eye would cause him the loss of all the energy that he had in his body.

If there was any energy at all.

Anushka sighed as she cupped his jaw again, her eyes filled with tears and shock as she spread across his legs and sat with both of her legs sprawled at different sides

"Virat, are you okay? Can you speak?" She questioned him again. He hadn't replied to this question for the fourth time now.

But she knew she had to ask him to not give up. He was the strongest person she knew. He couldn't give up, not now. Not ever.

"Fight it Virat. You're the strongest person I know. Okay? Tum ye kar sakte ho, mujhe zaroorat hai tumhari. Yahan se nikalna hai ham sab ne. (You can do this, I need you, we need to get out of here) I need you, please." She pleaded as she poured him another glass of water.

He had made it a habit to put a bottle of water and some chocolates in the cockpit. Just in case the pilot or his officers had low BP or incase of any emergency.

Anushka knew his spot and his habit, so she secretly put a small candy in his mouth and then gave him more water, she knew that would help him.

Virat tried to speak, he couldn't move, he tried to spread his lips to speak, his jaw twitched and his eyes showed utter pain.

"Try, try hard. Tum theek ho jaoge, Virat. Tum main normal logo se zyaada will power hai. (You will be fine. You have more willpower than anyone I know.) You just have to be able to walk and talk. That is all I need."

She whispered as she saw the gunned man walk to and fro in their direction. He was keeping an eye on them so she lowered her voice even further.

Virat tried again but couldn't move. His hands falling back down and his jaw twitching as he tried to speak but failed again. His words forming a mumbled slur.

"God, Virat. Why won't you speak? Dammit!" She exclaimed, putting another small piece in his mouth and pouring water down his throat again.

She cried, her eyes watering at his sight. He hadn't been so vulnerable in his entire life.

"Atleast let me listen to your voice before I die, Virat. I don't wanna die without hearing your voice." Her voice cracked as she said that.

Virat shook his head violently, eyes holding a promise that she knew he couldn't fill. Not in this condition.

"You're trying to say that you won't let me die? That's hard. I mean what are the odds of the cabin crew surviving when there are more than three hundred passengers." She rambled. He shook his head and rolled his eyes this time. As if he thought she was being stupid.

He blew out a few deep breaths. He tried to move his fingers but he couldn't. Anushka realised that and instead entwined her fingers with his. She played with them as she tried to figure out how badly he wanted her to have courage right now.

She could feel it. But she also knew she was nothing without him. She could fight without him and she could live without him but she didn't want to.

She didn't know how to live in a world without Virat Kohli.

"Yeah, okay..I won't give up. I'll fight and so will you." She declared making him sigh as if she was being unrealistic.