The Twisted Tale of Virushka

33. It's a Sleepover

[Feels like ages since I last updated. I just hope life's treating all of you well. Thanks for being patient. P.S: I love this feeling when I get to publish a new update :)]

Virat's POV:

"I'm going to kill you!" I jolted awake as I heard a yell, sleep flowing out of my system instantly as I sat on the bed taking in the surroundings, lazily rubbing my eyes.

"Why God Why???" I groaned into my pillow, knowing damn well whom the voice belonged to.

Returning from Paris, I stayed back in Mumbai because I had some prior shoot commitments.

To avoid media attention, I and Nushkie left the airport half an hour apart. And as soon as I reached my apartment, exhausted from jetlag, I collapsed into bed.

And when I planned on taking a long nap, here I was- rudely awakened by a horrible yell.

I could hear the culprit's footsteps finally approaching the room. Of course, first stop must've been the kitchen.

The door slammed opened revealing Rohit Gurunath Sharma, standing on the threshold, his mouth stuffed with an apple, eyes boring holes into me.

Nothing to my surprise.

"Hi Ro" I muttered, unimpressed attempting to resume my sleep.

"Mmph, you idi—" Rohit's words were muffled by the apple.

"Finish chewing first, then we'll talk. I'll sleep by then" I interrupted, reclining back and before I could close my eyes, he hastily gulped the apple, launching himself on bed and yanking me up by my collar.

"You Idiot stupid!?!? How dare you?" He started his melodrama and I huffed.

"Just get to the point, Ro. I'm half-asleep" I sighed closing my eyes against the drama.

"How could you do this?" He literally cried accusing me of betrayal and I shook my head.

"Ro, Bollywood has already enough useless talent. They can work fine without you!" I countered earning a betrayed look from him and I surrendered immediately.

"I so wish I could kill you. Idiot" He screamed again prompting me to cover my ears with a pillow done with his theaterics, only to be smacked.

"Hua kya hai batayega?" I asked, rubbing my ears and he awarded me with an elbow punch before opening his mouth to say anything.

"You are back in Mumbai and I didn't know!!! When the hell were you supposed to tell me this?" He blasted narrowing his eyes at me.

Okay, now I know the reason!

"Ro, We just landed 3 hours back. I was going to tell you the first thing after waking up. I was tired baba" I tried to soothe him by pulling his cheeks lovingly but that hippo was quick to swat my hands away.

"Don't baba me now. Meri behen mujhe na btati to mujhe to pata hi nhi chalta!!" He snapped.

"So, Nushkie is the betrayer" I muttered under my breath earning a glare.

"I meant, Did Nushkie tell you?" I corrected quickly but that didn't stop him from giving that murderous look to me.

"Yes. She informed me because she cares for me, much unlike you. And where is your phone?" He demanded and I furrowed my brows but eventually handed him because I knew better how fatal it can be to refuse anything to him now.

But what that idiotic piece of shit did next, was enough to bring my heart to my mouth. He sent my phone flying away in the dustbin kept in the corner of the room. I clutched my mouth quite not believing what he did while he sat leisurely.