You Belong With Me

18

Rahul and Sourav stood on the terrace of Sourav's house, the cool night air gently caressing their skin. It was 1 am, and the world seemed to be asleep. The city lights twinkled below, and the stars sparkled above, creating a magical atmosphere.

Sourav leaned against Rahul, his chin resting comfortably on Rahul's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around Rahul's waist from behind. It was a moment of perfect peace and contentment, and neither of them wanted it to end. They had shared so much during this weekend, moments that seemed to bind them together on a deeper level.

"This weekend has been amazing," Sourav murmured, his voice soft against the quiet of the night.

Rahul turned slightly, feeling the warmth of Sourav's breath against his neck. "Yeah, it really has been. I wish it didn't have to end."

"Sometimes," Sourav murmured, his words barely audible over the rustle of leaves, "I can't help but wonder... what if we left all of this behind? What if it was just you and me, in a faraway land, where no one could intrude upon our peace?"

Rahul's laughter bubbled forth like a melody, breaking the serene silence. "But then who would play cricket?" he countered, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes.

Sourav turned Rahul to face him, his gaze searching, contemplative. "If it came down to me or cricket," he posed the question, his voice tinged with playful curiosity, "what would you choose?"

"What sort of question is that?" Rahul retorted, his tone a mix of incredulity and amusement.

Rahul's love for cricket was undeniable, a passion that burned within him like an unquenchable fire. The sport wasn't just a pastime for him; it was an integral part of his existence. To Rahul, cricket was more than a game; it was his very essence, his reason for being. It wasn't surprising, really, considering he was an international cricketer, someone who had dedicated his entire life to the sport.

Every time Rahul talked about cricket, his eyes would light up with an almost palpable excitement, his words animated and filled with fervor. For him, cricket wasn't just a hobby; it was a way of life. It was as essential to him as the air he breathed, his first and truest love.

Sourav was well aware of this intense passion. He had seen Rahul's dedication to the sport firsthand, watched him spend countless hours perfecting his skills, honing his craft. Yet, despite knowing all this, Sourav couldn't resist teasing his boyfriend about his unwavering devotion to cricket.

"It's a question," Sourav replied with a grin, "that delves into the depths of loyalty and priorities."

Rahul's brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at Sourav, his expression serious, almost as if he were being interrogated.

"What do you mean?" Rahul's voice was laced with concern.

Sourav met Rahul's gaze, his eyes probing. "Where does your loyalty lie, Rahul? With me or with cricket? What's your priority: me or cricket?"

"Sourav!" Rahul gasped, his voice filled with disbelief. "I can't choose. One is my first love, and the other is my true love. One is my passion, and the other is my obsession. One is my strength, and the other is my motivation. Can you say who's the better opener between Sachin and Viru? No, right? Then how do you expect me to choose between you and cricket?"