Virman-SS-but I love you!!! part 15 - Page 41

ohhh finally you updateddd!!!!!!!!!...hahaa maanvi's dream, and i really liked how described about virat's new app ...but yes there are somethings left out because of simi...looking forward for ur updates.

super amazing update...

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Manvi's POV:

"Manvi, can you please go check-in? I need to make a call." Virat asks me.

We were in the hotel lobby. It is 12' O clock in the night here and I feel damn sleepy. I hadn't dared to sleep again with Virat by my side in the air-craft. The dream felt sooo good! - apart from the end of the world ofcourse. I just kept replaying it over and over again in my head. Now, I understand what all the fuss is about. It is madly exciting and it gave me such a high. It was so different - I have never ever felt like this with any other person in my entire life.

I just hope that I haven't made any noises - that would be so embarrassing - that will be the end of me and any shred of respect Virat-ji has for me. I drag myself to the front desk with all these stray thoughts.

"Manvi Vadhera and Virat Vadhera.We have a suite reserved." I tell the receptionist while yawning, giving her my ID card.

"It says Manvi Chowdary on your ID card Ma'm." the receptionist tells me.

"Oh yeah. I recently got married, let me find something with married name." I tell her.

"Congratulations!!" She smiles sweetly as I was shuffling through my wallet.

"Thanks...What's your name?..Miley. Thank you Miley." I smile back at her, reading her badge.

"Here, take mine." Virat shows up handing his ID.

"Thank you Sir."

"I can upgrade your room to our special honeymoon suite for free Mr.Vadhera. Would you like me to do that? Compliments from the hotel." She smiles.

"Sure, that will be lovely. Thank you." I beam.

Virat tries to say something but I stop him. "It's an upgrade?!" I whisper.

He just resigns himself with a nod. He looks a little pale.

"You alright?" I ask.

"Yes, just a little cranky. I need to sleep." he says.

We take the elevator to the top most floor of the building and it was supposedly one of their largest suites. We were walking to our room and I suddenly remember something as he was opening the door to this so called special suite - from all the cheesy movies I watched ofcourse. I decide to lighten up our tired long day.

"Virat-ji, don't you have to carry me in?" I ask.

"Carry you in?" he raises his eyebrows without looking at me. He had been acting strange and amused since my nocturnal faux-pas.

"I mean, I am sure the manual and handbook of honeymoon suites says that the groom needs to carry the bride across the threshold."

He looks at me with a small smile as I try to suppress my amusement.

He extends his hand and pulls out my lower lip that I didn't realize I was chewing on. "I will, if you tell me what you were blushing about in the flight??" he asks with a sly smile.

I open my mouth and close it and look at everywhere else except at him. I feel very conscious all of a sudden.

He narrows his eye-brows "You really have me intrigued!!? You are blushing again and you were saying those things in your sleep?"

"What things?" my jaw drops.

OH NO!!!!

He is smiling.

Please swallow me mother earth!!

He opens the door and without any warning, he scoops down and lifts me up with his one hand around my thighs and puts me over his shoulder. I scream. I am hanging upside down on his back.

"I was just kidding!! Please put me down." I shout.

He puts me down inside and I have this heavy feeling in my head maybe because all my blood rushed into it when my world became lop-sided or because he actually carried me inside a honeymoon suite - which by the way was mind-blowing. It was this really big huge room with two sides of the room in complete glass - floor to ceiling. We could see the whole city from there and it feels very, very open to outside. Virat goes out again and comes in grabbing our stuff and he locks the door.

"This is something." He comments dryly looking at the view. "I am going to go shower. Are you hungry?" he asks.

"No. I just want to sleep." I tell him.

"Me too." He says going in.

This is larger than life and it is overwhelming and I feel weird sitting in front of the view.

I was saying something in my sleep!!! Ofcourse I was. My mom keeps telling me I talk in my sleep. What did I say? Urgh! I have to squeeze it out of him. Why is he so playful all of a sudden? Is he teasing me?Everything just has to add up to make this the single most embarrassing dream of my life.

Hmphh!!

I am sitting on the gigantic bed which was round in shape. I have never slept on a round shaped bed. It is so strange. I think I need to lie down and I lie down and stare at the ceiling. For a person as wired as me, I never thought I will ever feel this blank. My head is completely empty.

It has been thirty minutes and he hasn't come out yet. I hear him coughing. I go inside to check on him. There is a big walk-in closet and really huge bathroom inside. It has a Jacuzzi; a small basket with flower petals and unlit candles around it. My eyes pop out. Virat is not here. I go inside and I see him throwing up in the sink.

"What the!! Are you okay??" I run to him. But stop myself looking at his bare chest. He had showered and he was just wearing track pants, which were hanging off his hips in a really sexy way.

MANVI, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR BRAIN?

Poor thing, he had both his hands on the sink and he is coughing so much.

I go out and get him some water. He takes a sip and he throws up again. "Viraaat!!!!" I panic. "I am going to call the receptionist to send some bismol. You probably have a food poisoning. I told you not to eat that Mexican junk."

"I am okay." He says weakly. "Arggg, I have an early morning meeting." He whines.

"It's okay. You will be okay." I take him out and make him lie down on the bed and call the front desk. He was shivering. I get him his shirt and his pull-over sweater and tuck him in with a heavy duvet.

"Manvi, I think I will die." He cries holding his stomach.

"Shut up Virat!!!!!!!!"

"No, I am serious. My stomach is burning. I am dying."

I hear the knock on the door and get the medicine they sent. "Can you do me a favor? Can you please make a juice with lemon, ginger and honey. Please? My husband has a bad case of food poisoning and I know this will help."

"Sure ma'm. I will let the kitchen know."

"Virat, take this tablet. It will help. Virat get up." He was in a fetal position holding his stomach and he was sweating like crazy. It takes all my strength to raise him up and to his much reluctance, I give him the medicine hoping against hope that he doesn't throw this up.

The house keeping person comes with the juice which I had to literally fight a battle to get it inside his system. Sick Virat is really a baby Virat. It's like he is suddenly 5 years old.

I sit beside him. He had his eyes tightly screwed and a small drop of tear escapes it. Oh my god! He is in so much pain. I slide his head onto my lap as he clutches my hand and squeezes it tightly.

"Just try to sleep Virat. You will be fine by morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Haan baba. Promise. Just sleep." I put my hand on his eyes and run my fingers through his hair. He releases his hold on me a little bit. I continue stroking his head and slowly his whole body relaxes. After a few minutes, he opens his eyes and looks up at me from my lap.

"Quite an emotional doctor you are." He says sliding onto the pillow beside me. Then I realized that my eyes betrayed me and were leaking out onto him.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask.

"It is bearable." He tells me and then slips into a sleep to my extreme relief.

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Virat's POV:

It was about 6 in the morning and my eyes flutter open to the bright sunrise in front of me. I sit up and notice Mannu sleeping on the pillow behind me. Last night was..hmmmph..something I'd rather not think about. I have to leave in an hour, I have a meeting with Sheela and then with the big guns from Apple.

I feel a lot better.

I gently pull Mannu a little down onto the bed and cover her with the duvet. She stirs in her sleep. "You really shouldn't have eaten that wrap Viratji and you really, really shouldn't come in front of me without your shirt - it is very, very distracting." she mumbles grabbing the duvet in her fist.

What?

My face lights up into a really wide smile. I shake my head and look at her. She was crying by me yesterday - the sweet angel. I don't remember anyone ever being so worried for me. I lean over and place a small kiss on her forehead. What are you doing to me Manvi? I had resolved to never ever trust my heart again, but you are making me so weak. Unwilling I move away to get myself ready for the day.

A few minutes later, I am out ready in a plain white shirt and black trousers. I look in the mirror to see if I look professional enough. I look at the two ties in front of me.

"The red one would go well." She tells me leaning against the wall behind me, looking into the mirror. "How are you feeling?" she asks me coming over and taking the red one in her hand looking at me for permission to tie it.

I smile and nod my head. She puts it around my neck coming a little closer. She checks my forehead for temperature. Once she is convinced that I don't have a fever, she starts working on my tie.

I look at her quiet and contemplative. I have never seen her this quiet. She is trying hard to act normal.

"Why were you crying?" I ask her.

She looks at me and her eyes start filling up again.

"Mannuuu??"

"You were holding your stomach and were in so much pain. I know I see patients all the time but when mom got sick, I couldn't even sit in the same place for five minutes. My hands would tremble and I become a very, very bad doctor. Actually, I am no good. I am very panicky..." she starts blabbering.

This is more like her normal reaction. I hold her shoulder and gently pull her towards me. She flings herself onto me and hugs me tightly. "I was sooo worried. You really scared me." she said.

I put my arms around her and close my eyes. This feels so nice. "I am sorry sweetheart. I feel fine now."

I open my eyes and look at her. She moves away wiping her tears. She scrunches her nose while sniffing; I had never noticed that before. It is very cute. Her cheeks are red and drenched in tears. I hold her hand and wipe her tears. I feel so bad but at the same time I feel different. I haven't noticed these things about her before. What has changed? Nothing has moved me in a really, really long while. But looking at her cry, just breaks my heart.

"I am getting late. If you are done with the melodrama, can you just tie the damn tie now???"

She smiles. "I ordered some light breakfast for you. Don't eat anything else." She warns me and finishes with the tie.

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I was in a very bad mood when I wrote this. Sorry, if it came out bad.

>>>part 9

bad???
definitly not, this was great as usual ,
manvi is soo cute, how she was worried for him and now virat it seems he is softer now,
it was a great suprise to see 2 parts in one day, hope we can read the next part soon

you shudnt call this bad this was sooo good so awesome 😃
just hope that your mood gets perfect soon 😃
did virat really listen to her talking in her sleep gosh thst can get really embarassing then virat carrying manvi in his arms aww that was took cute and virat actually getting naughtier with muanvi that was fab 😃
then the taking care part panicking manvi really got nervous and the way she took care of him was tooo sweet andvirat's thoughts and feelings fr her changing positively 😃
update next part sooon 😊

Bad?? Defntlyy not😊

wow nice update...