Chronicle 12
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The night air in Dubai is warm and bustling, but inside the elegant restaurant where Virat and Anushka sit in a private room with a curtain hanging as a door , the world outside fades into a blur. The table is set for two, a candle flickering between them, casting soft shadows on their face
Virat leans across the table, his hand resting gently on Anushka's thigh. "You know, I haven't had a night like this in ages." he says, his voice low and warm, filled with the pride he feels after closing an important deal just minutes ago.
Anushka smiles, her eyes softening as she meets his gaze. "Sometimes, the best nights are the simplest ones. That calls for a celebration." she replies, her fingers lightly brushing against his, a warmth blooming between them.
Virat moves his hand higher on her thigh, the touch casual but electric. Anushka feels a flutter of warmth spread through her. "Vi...Virat, what are you doing.?" she asks, her voice a little breathless, but with a playful edge.
"Nothing," Virat murmurs with a grin, his voice dropping. "Just trying to touch my lucky charm." he teases, his fingers brushing over her skin in a way that sends a shiver down her spine.
Anushka laughs, the sound light but nervous, and gently brushes his hand away. "Shut up." she says with a smile as she removes his hand from her legs, though her heart races. She quickly shifts the conversation. "We need to focus on the food, I think." She looks away, trying to steady her breath, her cheeks flushed, but the tension between them lingers, the waiter enters, placing their food on the table. As he leaves, he unknowingly leaves the curtains slightly open.
Virat leans forward again, his voice low, and a teasing smile curling on his lips. "No, no." he murmurs, his finger gently brushing over her lips as he leans in closer. "You and your pink lacy underwear brought me luck tonight, my lucky charms." Virat starts moving his finger on her throat and then brings goes down to her body, as he keeps his fingers line between her breasts, he pinches her skin.
"Ah...." Anushka's moans as her heart skips a beat, her breath quickening as she feels the proximity between them. Her breasts moving up and down as she is breathing heavily. Their eyes lock, and for a moment, the world outside disappears. There is something unspoken between them, something that both excites her.
Virat moves even closer, his lips just inches from hers, and the air between them turning romantic. But then, as if on cue, his phone sounds, pulling him away from the moment.
"What the..." Virat mutters under his breath, pulling back slightly to check his phone.
Anushka laughs softly, breaking the tension with a nervous sigh. "Whose message?" she asks, her voice still a little shaky from the closeness.
"Your brother, of course-always bad timing." Virat says with a playful roll of his eyes, glancing at the message. "Our tickets to Mumbai are booked. Looks like we're going to India."
"Oh! When are we leaving.?" Anushka asks, her curiosity taking over as the moment fades into something more casual.
"Tomorrow afternoon." Virat replies, and the weight of the interruption gives them both a chance to exhale. They dive into their meal, laughing at shared stories, the earlier tension softening into something more comfortable. But every so often, their eyes meet across the table, the unspoken words still hanging in the air between them, promising that the night isn't quite over.
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After dinner, they are walking in the vibrant streets of Dubai. The streets are packed with people-locals and tourists alike. The sounds of chatter, honking cars, and music fill the air, but they're in their own bubble. As they navigate through the crowded streets, Anushka's hand finds its way into Virat's, fingers intertwining effortlessly.
Anushka finds a perfect place to click photos and he starts clicking her photos
Virat looks around gets an idea in the mind , he went near Anushka and whispers "I will say 1,2,3... We will run from here."
"But why.??" Anushka questions
"Simply... . Just run...trust me it will be fun." Virat gives a mischief smile and held her hands "1...2... 3, run..." Virat holds Anushka's hands and started running fast.
The locals got confused and they thought, these guys are running because they steal something from the shop and running, so the locals started running behind them.
Anushka looks behind "Why are they running behind us." Asks confusingly.
"Told you it will be fun." Virat smiles and take left turn.
"It's risk not fun." Anushka says
"Without risk there is no life." Virat drags Anushka to the narrow and congested place, They're sandwiched between two towering walls, their bodies almost pressed together. Anushka's breath hitches as she feels Virat's body heat against hers. The world seems to pause for a moment, the noise of the city muffled as she looks up at him, they people who are following them, they are also no where to seen.
Virat's hand slides down to her waist, pulling her closer, his lips curling into a grin, he puts her hair strands on cheek behind her ear. "I think we have the perfect moment here, don't you?", Virat winks, Without a word, her hand comes up to his chest, fingers brushing lightly against his shirt. There's a magnetic pull between them, a charged current that's been building all night.
Then, their lips meet in a kiss. It's soft at first, tentative, but as the pressure builds, so does the urgency, the heat. The kiss deepens, their bodies pressed close as if they couldn't get enough of each other. There, between the narrow space of two towering walls, time slows down, and for a moment, nothing else matters.
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Virat and Anushka are walking on the quiet footpath, the sounds of the city muffled by the late hour. Virat reaches for his phone.
"Let me book a taxi." he says, his tone casual, already thinking ahead.
But Anushka suddenly halts, grabbing his hand.
"Wait." she says, her voice soft yet firm, drags Virat to the corner.
Virat looks at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What's going on?" he asks, puzzled by the sudden shift.
Anushka doesn't respond immediately, just smiles-a mysterious, knowing smile that makes him pause. His curiosity piqued, he leans in slightly, his gaze flicking to her lips. "You look... mysterious." he says, amusement in his voice.
Anushka steps closer to him, her presence magnetic. She moves with quiet confidence. Her voice drops to a whisper, low and teasing. "Remember that challenge you were talking about earlier?"
Virat's brow furrows, the playful tone in her voice catching him off guard. He raises an eyebrow. "You're not really going to-"
Anushka's smile widens, a wicked glint in her eyes. She takes a slow step forward, and before he can process what's happening, she reaches down and removes her panty. A soft gasp escapes her lips, her eyes still locked on his. The night feels like it holds its breath.
Virat stands frozen, his mouth slightly parted, his pulse quickening as he watches her move. His mind races, trying to comprehend what's unfolding in front of him. The boldness of her action leaves him momentarily speechless.
Anushka doesn't wait for him to recover. With a casual flick of her wrist, she folds the garment neatly and slips it into his pants pocket, her fingers brushing briefly against his skin. "She will be your lucky charm forever." she murmurs, her voice barely audible, sending a shiver down his spine.
She steps back, straightening her dress, and without a word, turns to walk away, like as if nothing unusual has happened at all. Virat remains rooted to the spot, eyes wide, his breath caught in his chest. For a few moments, he can't seem to move, unable to process the mix of emotions swirling inside him-admiration, disbelief, and something else, something far deeper.
Anushka, meanwhile, taps on her phone, booking the taxi without a glance back. When the car arrives, she slides inside, leaving Virat a few moments to gather himself before he follows her, his heart still racing as they head toward the mansion.
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Next day
Virat and Anushka traveling in a flight to Mumbai, Virat notices Anushka biting her nails.
"Nervous.?" Virat questions
"Kind of." Anushka replies
"Everything will be fine, don't worry.' Virat assures.
The airplane lands with a soft thud, and as Virat and Anushka step out of the airport, the warmth of Mumbai's air hits them. But it's the swarm of paparazzi that immediately catches their attention. Cameras flash, microphones thrust in their direction, and questions fill the air.
"Virat! Anushka! Over there!" a photographer shouts.
Virat instinctively moves closer to Anushka, his protective instinct kicking in. The flashing lights are blinding, and the questions come fast: "Are you two together?? How's the relationship?"
Virat clenches his jaw, subtly brushing Anushka's hand for reassurance. He steps in front of her, positioning himself as a shield.
Anushka looks up at him, grateful but frustrated by the lack of privacy. She glances around-the chaos is overwhelming.
"Come on, let's move," Virat says, his voice firm. He's used to the spotlight, but his priority is keeping Anushka safe, as paps are hovering on them.
The crowd parts as they move forward, but the cameras follow. Virat, tall and imposing, keeps her close, his hand gripping hers.
"Just keep walking, don't stop." he murmurs.
Finally, they reach the car. Virat opens the door for Anushka and slides in next to her. As the car pulls away, the flashing lights fade, but they both didn't see the front seat as the tension lingers-both from the chaos and the unspoken connection between them.
"Surprise, lovebirds!" Rahul suddenly shouts from the passenger seat, breaking the silence.
Anushka jumps, pressing a hand to her chest. "Rahul, you scared me more than the paparazzi." she says, laughing nervously.
Virat raises an eyebrow, still processing the chaos outside. "What surprise? You said you had a meeting with the male lead of the movie?"
"I'm 25, Virat bhai. And about that meeting-he's demanding a lot of money. You'll have to handle it in your way." Rahul replies, then turns to Anushka. "You two better get used to the paps. They're going to be around all the time. You don't even realize the buzz you've created."
Anushka glances out the window, her thoughts racing. "It's just the first time. I'm nervous. We've really created a buzz, huh?"
Virat chuckles. "Don't listen to him, Anushka. He's an expert at exaggerating."
"Fine, don't trust me." Rahul teases. "Search 'Virushka' on Twitter. You'll see the hype."
"Virushka?" Anushka asks, confused.
"Yeah, it's your couple name." Rahul grins. And turns towards driver "Sharan uncle, first drop Anushka at her place, then we'll head home."
"Sure, Rahul." Sharan replies, keeping his eyes on the road. Rahul's phone rings, and he answers it with a smirk.
Anushka, still processing the news, opens Twitter. Her eyes widen as she scrolls through the flood of posts-everyone cheering for "Virushka," oblivious to the fact that it's just a fake dating stunt for publicity.
Her hand trembles as she stares at the screen. Virat notices and instinctively takes her hand in his, offering a reassuring squeeze. Anushka looks at him, her nervousness clear in her eyes.
Virat meets her gaze, his eyes telling her without words: Everything will be fine.
But as the car speeds through the bustling streets of Mumbai, Anushka can't shake the feeling that their lives are about to change in ways neither of them can predict. The streets of Mumbai pass by in silence, the air thickens.
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