When We Met: A Sidharth Malhotra Fanfiction

1- Bad Meeting

Gitangali's P.O.V.
I feel like I'm being watched. I look back and the watcher disappears. When I got home, I didn't tell my parents anything. I plopped down on my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. I stayed in my room in case there was a dangerous person. They were talking about me. I sat up in my bed concerned. The voices sounded too recognizable. I slowly creeped down the cold marble stairs. I caught a glimpse of one of the faces. Could it be? Holy shit! It is! It's Sidharth Malhotra! I lose my balance and slip,"Ouch!" Sid and Varun Dhawan came rushing in. I clutch my ankle in pain. When Sid helps me to my feet the pressure on my ankle hurts more,"I think I twisted my ankle." Sid lift me up bridal style,"Then I guess you'll be visiting the hospital. Auntie ji, we'll be right back." For some reason I hear 'Jeena Jeena' playing. I wonder if Sid hears it too.

"You're all set Mrs. Malhotra." Varun's eyes widen and stifles his laugh. Sid and I studdered,"Um...we...uh...we're uh..we're not together." "Oh, I'm sorry. You guys just look like a good couple. Besides that, I will get your report and then you can sign out." I look down at the ugly gray colored striped tile floor. I could feel the back of my neck getting hot. 'This is a great way to start off a celebrity and average person friendship/relationship. Why does the back of my next have to get hot when I get embarrassed and nervous? Couldn't my fingers or toes twitch?' I say in thought. I always wished to meet Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra but I didn't think that my meeting would be such an embarrassing one. Sid came back with my reports."No crutches?" I asked. He replied,"Same way I brought you in will be the same way I will take you out." I wrap my arms around his neck for 'more support' and I looked up. He looks down at me. Oh my god! His eyes are so mesmerizing! I wish it could last longer. This really reminds me of 'Ek Villain'. The fact that Varun bursts out laughing made my turn my head in shame and embarrassment. There goes that tune again. I'm sure he's bound to hear it.

When I got home, mom gave me kisses all over my face,"Mom I'm fine." My brother, Arun, comes running towards me and I struggle to lift him up. Sidharth takes him off my arms,"The doctor said not to apply any pressure to your ankle so that means Varun and I will be taking care of him until your ankle is healed." "What! We have to take care of a 6 year old child! I mean 'Wow, I'm so happy!'" Varun exclaims. I give him an eye roll,"Varun you don't have to 'babysit' if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you guys."

I struggle yet again to climb the stairs. The cold marble against my feet soothed the pain in my ankle. I feel arms wrap around the bottom of my legs and the next thing you know I'm on Sid and Varun's shoulder. They're just too nice and I kind of hate that. I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the photo on my wall and then smirk at my idea. "Boy, I'm tired," and I give a fake yawn. I lay down and with that they leave the room thinking I fell asleep. I got up limping to my guitar and sat back down on the edge on my bed. I played the first few notes to 'Jeena Jeena; Badlapur" and sung.