The Mismatched (A Virat Kohli Romance)

|07| Dropping of the Shaadi wala bomb!

Friends. This concept might have seemed to be foreign in case of Virag and Anishka if you would have seen them a few weeks before, but, not anymore. However, in reality, they're far for becoming friends. What we can exactly say is that 'Yeah! They are trying to hate each other less.' Virag still prefers to call Anishka by the name 'Miss Mufat' and Anishka also prefers to call Virag as 'Mr You-Soaked-My-Shirt' or in short 'Mr YSMS'.

The two of them meet each other almost every weekend at the Keya Club. But, don't mistake it to be that way. They don't go there together. They go there with their friends. When they meet, they don't act like two good friends but atleast they don't fight.

Today is just another Saturday. Virag has already reached the Keya Club with his friends. They've decided to party longer than usual today since they won't get to party for one whole month after that. They will have to go to England for the upcoming ODI series against England. Since Dhoni has backed away from the captainship, all hope rests on Virag now. One look at Virag's face, and you'll know about the tension and pressure that he's handling.

Virag took his usual seat by the bar area while his friends went and got scattered around the dance floor. He smiled seeing them. They behave like total crazies but they're really good cricketers. Virag was proud of each one of them.

Virag ordered a glass of juice for him. He doesn't drink. The waiter got it for him. He looked around the club but didn't spot Anishka and her group of friends anywhere. It wasn't like he was missing her. He was just used to seeing her at the club whenever he went there. Her antics surprised him.

He looked here and there for some more time before he felt someone tapping lightly on his right shoulder. He turned around to look at the person but wasn't surprised at all when he saw who it was. Anishka was standing there behind him with a smile on her face. Virag smiled seeing her. He won't admit it but he was missing her presence.

"Hey Mr Kohli!" Anishka greeted and winked at him playfully.
"Hey Miss Sharma." Virag played along.
"May I know who were you looking for?" Anishka felt like see knew the answer already but still asked him.
"Uh! No-no-one." Virag didn't expect her to be this direct. But who's he kidding. He knew it from the first day since he met Anishka that she was a frank and straight forward person. Unlike many other people, she didn't know how to beat around the bush.
"Alright. If you say soooooo." Anishka said while dragging the 'so'. She didn't believe what Virag said. She was no psychologist to know what's going on in the mind of the people but she could read Virag's.
"Wanna have a drink? The bill is on me." Virag asked her. He desperately wanted to change the topic.
Anishka cringed inwardly at the thought of drinking. She remembered how she lost her control easily after gulping in one or two shots. Moreover, the last week's incident was a lesson for her. If Virag wouldn't have been there to rescue her, she would have clearly landed herself in trouble.

"A cappuccino will be good. No drinks." Anishka replied while looking at her hands. She knew that if she looked up at Virag, she would find him looking at her teasingly. On the other hand, Virag wanted to laugh hearing Anishka's reply. He couldn't believe what he listened. The daredevil Anishka was being a scared cat.
"Are you sure? I mean you asked for a cup of cappuccino instead of a round of drinks. I am not able to believe what I heard." Virag teased her.
"Tease as much as you want Vir. One day, I will get back at you for that." Anishka said like a 9-year old kid.
Virag found it cute but he didn't admit it.

"Tab ka tab dekhenge." He laughed. "Anyways waiter, please get a cup of cappuccino for this beautiful lady sitting here. " Virag ordered the waiter.
Anishka was more than surprised hearing him call her 'beautiful'.
The waiter got a cup of cappuccino for Anishka in no time. However, it didn't miss from Virag's eyes how the waiter was openly checking Anishka out. He held the waiter by his shirt's collar and dragged him away from the crowd. Anishka was enjoying seeing her friends dance like crazies. She didn't notice Virag dragging the waiter by holding his collar.

On reaching a safe distance, away from the crowd and Anishka, Virag punched the waiter hard on his face. The waiter didn't see it coming. He was not able to withstand the blow of the punch and fell on the floor after stumbling back a few steps. Virag pulled up the waiter by his arms and punched him again. The waiter had a bleeding nose and a busted lip by now.
"You dare not try to give such dirty looks to Anishka ever again." Virag warned him.
"I am sorry. I didn't know that she's your girlfriend Virag sir. I am really sorry. Please forgive me." The waiter begged to Virag for forgiveness.
The waiter's words stunned Virag. What was he saying? Anishka isn't his girlfriend. Hell! She isn't not even his friend. Virag didn't say anything and left from there. He didn't go back to where Anishka was sitting but instead went to his friends. He told them that he wants to leave soon. His friends agreed and all of them left together. Virag didn't bid goodbye to Anishka. He didn't know what she was going to think of him. However his chain of thoughts were interrupted when he received a call from his mother. He wasted no time and picked up her call quickly.
"Ha ji mummy." Virag greeted his mother.
"Vir betaaaaa. I have a good news for you." Virag could make out from her voice itself that she was excited.
"Kya mummy?" He was intrigued. He wanted to know what made his mother so happy.
"Tere liye ladki mil gayi hai." His mother almost shouted in happiness.
"Ladki?" Virag was confused.
"Uska naam Anishka hai. I already talked to her family. They're very good. You'll like her." Virag's mother was very happy. It seemed as if she had finally found out the right kind of girl for her Virag. On the other hand, Virag couldn't believe what he heard. Was his mom talking about the Anishka he knows?