Will you stand by me?

Chapter 5 - Just be my Tom

Just be my Tom

I will be your Jerry.

A/N - Sorry. But I need to speak a bit.

This chapter is far from good or the best or its likes. But I really liked writing it. Because it kinda flowed. It is somewhat again a filler of a kind but I am so much in love with these people.

These flawed great people and their lives.

And mainly, I wanted to talk about comments. I read a couple of stories, general ones, where comments were required for the next update. I was a little bit taken aback. Though, each to their own.

But I love hearing from all of you because it makes my story that much better. Because every single thought of yours gives the meaningless lines I write, a new dimension.

Well, I just wanted to thank every single one of you.

Silent readers, the voters, the commenters and the select some who go to the extent of leaving their comments and seriously enhancing the story so much more.

I cannot appreciate you enough.

And I am verbose while writing. Always have been. Is that an issue?

Well.. unto the update I guess.

Just be my Tom

I will be your Jerry.

People say that of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is the one thing that we can depend upon. That thunderstorms are as much our friend as sunshine.

For Virat the words meant nothing. While he did not mind a good bout of rain or thunderstorms, in general, he also held a healthy fear of them. Not because of their sheer power or the devastation they can likely cause, but because, he can never judge the mood of it.

From the lightest drizzle to the fiercest deluge, they can take on all forms. And Virat often lost himself in and with them.  

He liked things he can make sense of, even if he has to tear them apart to get to the crux of them. He did not mind that bit of extra effort it took him to put them back together.

He had never stopped to think of the repercussions if he broke something beyond repair or if he delved just that little deeper, where the wound had festered. He had lost friendships and relationships, of course, but never someone that he had cared about too much. Never someone he depended upon.

But does Virat Kohli truly depend upon anyone?

Didn't he often maintain that he needed nothing from anybody and this is what helps him to keep his relationships safe? But then, what is safety in relationships? Isn't having one, in the first place, means having to jump into that unknown abyss with a blindfold around your eyes and both hands tied behind?

There were only a select few who had accorded Virat the warmth, consistent love and patience. There were even fewer whom his heart had trusted, even before his mind could process the relationship.

Only a mere handful of people; that group had had very few additions and a surprisingly large number of terminations. There were lesser than a dozen who had managed to climb up unto Virat's ladder of loyalty and stay there.

And he has probably managed to alienate his biggest champion.

A person who had essentially been the first non family member who had crept up Virat's trust ladder even as the younger player had remained oblivious for the longest time. Virat's nature had accepted his Mahi Bhai, found a friend in MS, before his mind had registered the situation and its implications.