Happy Birthday Virat, well its belated but I was craving writing about Vee. Here's my take on how my favourite three ladies, Eira, Nia and Anushka might celebrate Virat's birthday.
Here you go.
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EIRA FROM TWITTER AND COMPLICATED.
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"I am really serious, that shoot with Vogue was amazing."
Her shrill tone and flirty gestures did not go unnoticed by Eira. she could see how uncomfortable her husband looked but he was still being polite in trying to be humble in front of the woman.
"That's very kind of you to say. Thank you." He responded to the woman who claimed to be his fan.
Eira didn't like it. The way she was batting her eyelashes at him, what we she was flattering him more than a fan would.
She had seen him meet his fans and she had seen her committed and how emotional they got every time they met him.
She wasn't a fan, she was just fake.
"You deserve it. You are representing our country with so much to offer. It's really great."
Eira rolled her eyes. she really wanted to tell this woman to fuck off and let them enjoy breakfast but she remained quiet instead.
"Thanks again." This time, his tone was slightly edgy as he himself was getting annoyed.
"Oh my God. Is that jacket Armani?"
Her eyes widened as she touched his jacket, her manicured nails dragging across the leather.
Eira narrowed her eyes. She had gifted the jacket to him just yesterday, as a birthday gift.
Ugh.
"Yes."
"I saw it on Instagram and I thought that nobody could pull it off but you are totally putting it off."
