haunted.

spooky

Rohit woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. He turned to his side, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Virat sleep peacefully. Last night had been nothing short of magical, filled with passion and love. He wanted to make this morning just as special.

Quietly slipping out of bed, Rohit made his way to the kitchen. He knew Virat loved traditional Indian breakfast, so he decided to prepare his favorite: aloo paratha and chai. As he rolled out the dough and filled it with the perfectly spiced potato mixture, he couldn't help but think of all the little things that made Virat unique and lovable.

Once everything was ready, Rohit arranged the parathas on a plate, poured two steaming cups of chai, and carefully carried the tray back to the bedroom. Setting it down on the bedside table, he gently leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Virat's forehead.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Virat's face.

Virat stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. A smile spread across his face as he saw Rohit. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"I made your favorite breakfast," Rohit said, helping Virat sit up and placing the tray in front of him.

Virat's eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious spread. "You didn't have to do this," he said, touched by the gesture.

"I wanted to," Rohit replied, taking a seat beside him. He picked up a piece of paratha and held it up to Virat's lips. "For you."

Virat took a bite, savoring the flavors. "It's perfect," he said, his eyes shining with happiness.

Rohit leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting the remnants of the paratha. "You're perfect," he whispered against Virat's lips.

They spent the rest of the morning wrapped up in each other, sharing breakfast, kisses, and sweet words. Rohit couldn't get enough of the way Virat's eyes sparkled when he smiled, the way his laughter filled the room with warmth. He made a silent promise to always cherish these moments, to always make Virat feel as loved and special as he did today.

After breakfast, Rohit suggested they take a shower together. As they stood under the warm cascade of water, Rohit gently washed Virat's hair, massaging his scalp and making him sigh with contentment. They exchanged soft kisses and tender touches, savoring the closeness.

Once they were both dressed, Rohit led Virat to the cozy living room, where he had already set up a small surprise. A bouquet of fresh flowers sat on the coffee table, and a soft, fluffy blanket was draped over the couch. "I wanted to give you a little something to brighten your day," Rohit said, his voice warm with affection.

Virat's eyes widened with delight. "You're spoiling me," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"You deserve it," Rohit replied, pulling Virat into his arms for another kiss. They cuddled on the couch, wrapped in the blanket, with Rohit holding Virat close. The morning drifted by in a haze of sweet nothings, soft kisses, and gentle caresses.

As the clock ticked closer to noon, Rohit reluctantly glanced at his watch. "I have to get ready for work," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Virat pouted playfully. "Do you really have to go?"

Rohit chuckled, kissing the tip of Virat's nose. "Unfortunately, yes. But I'll be thinking about you all day."

They made their way to the bedroom, where Rohit changed into his work clothes. Virat watched him, a mixture of pride and longing in his eyes. "You look so handsome," he said, straightening Rohit's tie.