OXYGEN |Shubman Gill Fanfiction|

Chapter 7.

Adithi's POV-

The next day, Shub got all his things and shifted into my apartment.

We were in his bedroom now, sprawled on the bed.

"What do we do now?" I asked him.

"What do you want to do?" He gave me a suggestive smile. I chuckled at him and threw a pillow at his face.

He caught it, and threw it back at me. There, our little pillow fight started.

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"Shubman Gill! Get up! You're so fat. Fatty." I glared at him.

He was on top of me, holding my hands above my head. Thank god his left arm was kept on the bed for support, otherwise I'd be squashed meat right now.

"I'm not fat. I'm fit." He winked at me.

"Shut up, and get off me." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, then, tell me, who's the best cricketer in the world?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

"VIRAT KOHLI!" I shouted.

"Not leaving you then." He teased.

"EAST OR WEST, VIRAT KOHLI IS THE BEST." I shouted again.

Damn, that line was so childish.

"Seems like you like this position?" He smirked.

Well, yeah. I do.

"Shut the fuck up." I glared at him.

"Who's the best, Adithi?" He asked me, again.

"V.I.R.A.T. K.O.H.L.I." I spelled it out.

"You're never going to let Virat down, are you?"

"Never. I told him.

He smiled and quickly got off me.

"I'm glad you got off otherwise I would've beaten you up." I said, blowing my hair that covered my forehead.

He gave me a look and walked towards me. I quickly stood up and ran out of the room with him running behind me.

I ran out of the house and to the garden. Just as I took one step into the garden, Shubman caught my waist and pulled me into him.

My back hit his chest and I could feel his breath tickling my neck.

He slowly turned me around.

I was out of breath.

"Out of breath?" He asked.

I nodded my head.

"Don't worry. I'll be your oxygen." He winked at me.

I chuckled at that line.

All of a sudden, he carried me over his shoulder, and started walking back into the house.

"Shubman Gill! Let me down." I shouted.

"Can you stop screaming my name? Although I don't mind when we're in the bedroom." He chuckled.

I turned crimson at that.

"I know you're blushing." He laughed.

"I'm not." So saying, I hit his back.

While entering the house, my head hit the door frame.

"Ow." I said, while rubbing that spot.

Shub quickly dropped me down on the couch and started laughing.

"Shut up." I laughed, still rubbing that spot.

He went to the kitchen and got me an ice pack. He kept it on my head and started laughing, looking at my expression.

"I will beat you up." I laughed.

He laughed more at that sentence.

His laugh is melodious. I couldn't help but smile at him.

He raised an eye brow with a smirk while looking at me.

"Your laugh is melodious." I chuckled. He blushed at little at that and quietly said a thank you.

"Now, come on. Help me with lunch." I told him, heading towards the kitchen. He followed me with his phone in his hand.

I wore an apron and gave one to Shub. After he wore it, he said, "Smile."

He took a picture and wrote something on it, before posting it on his story on Instagram. Just on cue, my phone beeped.

I checked it out to see Shub tagging me in his story.

'Getting into the MasterChef mode.' Being the text.

I shook my head at that but with a smile of course.

"Let's start?" I asked him.

"Yes, let's start." He said, standing next to me.

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