VIRANUSHKA

Ch-14, Virat

" Hello my lady."

" Hello my sir."

" Got your note."

" I thought so."

"Why did you " thought so "? I asked with an assertive tone.

" Because rarely I hear your voice from the other side of the phone." She was trying to act smart.

Hmm Miss. Sharma, if you are smart, then I can play my card also.

" Ok then, see you later, bye."

" Oh Helloo..." I hung up.

After reading a note, you know how everybody sometimes suddenly go inside some phase.

That same thing occurred with me too, I got so poignant that I read it over and over again.

Then I called her up as I was very eager to thank her for starting my day in such a beautiful manner. But after a minute I hung up realising that it would only be wise enough if I will go meet her and personally thank her.

" Meet me at Royal Cafe at 2 pm sharply. And don't eat your lunch. We will eat it together. Ok then bye."

"Are Hellooo..." I hung up on her again. Dam this is so fun.

2:01

Waiting

2:02

Waiting..

2:03

Still waiting.

2:04

Here she comes.

" You must be Miss. Anushka Sharma, I must tell you that you are looking very rollicking and heavenly." I tried complimenting her.

" I am, I know, I always do." She teased me with her tongue.

" No, you aren't. I was just being sarcastic." I beat her.

" Maybe you were, but why I am seeing a smirk arising? Come on don't be shy, you know that I am looking good. Say na. Say na. Say na."

" Okay, okay, you can look " good" sometimes." She started hitting me and won't stop until I accepted that I was lying.

" And why the heck were you late? Miss. Sharma?" I was trying to act like a boss.

Score 1-1

" Excuse me, Mr. Kohli. First of all, you hung up me the first time you called and secondly you called me up again and ordered me like you are the chief of something. So if you can be bossy, I can be too. Why not? Right?" And now she is smiling.

Score 2-1

I don't like this.

" Yeah, fine whatever."

" So tell me, what were you saying in the morning. I think the signal was a little weak. I heard you were saying thank you or something like that. I actually don't remember because I was not able to hear your voice clearly." And I see a smirk arising/

Score 3-1

" In the morning, you wrote me something very sweet and sensitive for which I thanked you in the morning and I know you heard it. So don't act around me.

And the other thing is I also wrote something for you so if I shall do the honors please allow me to read it for you. Shall I?"

I was acting like a Shehenshah.

" You may, go ahead." She laughed.

She sounded like a Nawaab.

I began:-

" You are beautiful but not like those girls in the magazines.

You are beautiful for the way you think.

You are beautiful for the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about something you love.

You are beautiful, for your ability to make other people smile even when you are sad.

No, you aren't beautiful for something as temporary as your looks.

You are beautiful, deep down to your soul."

" Say something." I pleaded

I waited for her reaction.