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HulRat

Virat Kohli sat in his room, staring out the window with a heavy heart. The memory of the earlier argument with Rahul, his "Rahuliya," replayed in his mind. He had always been protective of Rahul, often treating him like a younger brother, and sometimes like his own child. But today, Rahul had snapped at him, insisting he wasn't a kid anymore and could make his own decisions.

It had started innocently enough. Rahul had wanted to go out for ice cream late at night, and Virat, ever the responsible elder brother, had refused. He had tried to reason with Rahul, emphasizing the importance of health and a good night's sleep, but Rahul had been adamant.

"Vi, I'm not a kid anymore! You can't keep making decisions for me!" Rahul had said, his voice sharp with frustration. The words had stung, and Virat had been taken aback by the vehemence in Rahul's tone.

As the night wore on, Virat couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness and disappointment. He had always wanted the best for Rahul, but now he wondered if he had been too controlling, too protective. He didn't want to alienate Rahul or make him feel suffocated.

After a long period of contemplation, Virat made a decision. He wouldn't stop Rahul from making his own choices, even if they seemed trivial like having ice cream at night. He also resolved to keep his distance, not wanting to bother Rahul or make him feel constrained.

The next morning, Rahul came down for breakfast. He frowned when he saw his Vi bhaiya sitting with Shubh and Yash. A pang of jealousy hit him, but he kept quiet, masking his feelings as he took his seat.

In an act of silent rebellion, Rahul ordered junk food for breakfast, fully expecting Virat to pay attention and scold him. But to his shock, Virat didn't say a word. Even when Rohit tried to stop Rahul, urging him to have something healthier, Virat remained silent, seemingly indifferent.

Rahul's confusion grew. He glanced at Virat, who was engaged in a light-hearted conversation with Shubh and Yash, as if everything was perfectly normal. The usual dynamic was disrupted, and Rahul couldn't understand why Virat was suddenly so distant.

"Vi ," Rahul finally said, unable to hold back any longer, "aren't you going to say anything about my breakfast?"

Virat looked up, his expression calm. "You’re old enough to make your own decisions, Rahuliya. If you want to eat junk food, it's your choice."

Rahul's heart sank. This wasn't the reaction he had expected. The protective and caring Virat, who would always fuss over him, was now giving him the freedom he had asked for, but it felt wrong. It felt lonely.

Breakfast continued in awkward silence for Rahul. He glanced at Virat several times, hoping for a sign that things were still the same, but Virat seemed determined to give him the space he had demanded. It left Rahul feeling hollow and unsettled, a stark contrast to the independence he thought he wanted.

Later that afternoon, the group of youngsters gathered in the living room. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as Shubh, Yash, and a few others discussed their plans for the day.

“Hey, how about we go out for some bike racing?” Shubh suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

The idea was met with a chorus of agreement. Everyone seemed eager for the thrill of a race, the wind rushing past them as they sped through the streets.

“Count me in!” Yash exclaimed, grinning widely.

Rahul, who had been brooding silently since breakfast, saw this as the perfect opportunity to assert his independence further. He jumped at the chance, eager to prove that he could make his own decisions without anyone's interference. “I’m in too!” he said, perhaps a bit too eagerly.