Virat Kohli and Jadeja ki wo raat
ICC trophy jeetne ke baad Mumbai ka five-star hotel abhi bhi party ke garam jazbe se bhara tha, lekin Virat ne sabko jaldi bhej diya. Sirf Jaddu ko rok liya, uski aankhon mein woh bhookh chhupa kar jo sirf uske liye thi. “Jaddu... aaj celebration incomplete hai yaar,” Virat ne uske kandhe pe haath rakh kar kaha, awaaz mein woh narmi aur garmi ka mila-jula gehraai jo Jaddu ko andar tak hilaa rahi thi. “Mere suite mein aa. Sirf hum dono. Thoda whisky, thoda baat... trophy ko yaad karte hain, aur teri us tight body ko bhi jo field pe dekh ke mera lund raat bhar khada rehta hai aur sochta hai ki kaise teri gaand ko faad dun.” Jadeja thoda thaka tha, lekin Virat ki uss nazar ko dekh kar haan kar diya. Suite mein pahunchte hi Virat ne bar khola – premium single malt, ice, aur do bade-bade glass. Lights bilkul dim kar di, baahar Mumbai ki barsaat sheeshe pe zor-zor se tapak rahi thi jaise unke andar ka tufaan. “Pehla peg tere liye, meri jaan Jaddu,” Virat ne glass thamaaya, apna h...