𝓐𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇, abhishek sharma

xviii. virat calm down

Abhishek realized he was in trouble. The tension in the room was palpable. Ishika stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock. Virat's expression was unreadable, a mixture of surprise and anger. Abhishek cleared his throat, feeling a lump form in it as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"I...I can explain," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Virat's gaze bore into him, intense and piercing. Ishika remained silent, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Virat took a step forward, his jaw set in a firm line. "Explain what exactly?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Abhishek swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

"Ishika," he began, turning to her with pleading eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Ishika remained silent, her gaze fixed on Abhishek, a storm of emotions raging within her.

Virat's expression softened slightly, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Ishika, go to my room," he instructed, his voice firm. Ishika nodded silently, her eyes never leaving Abhishek's face as she retreated from the room.

Abhishek watched her leave, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and he wasn't sure if he could ever make things right again. As Virat turned back to him, Abhishek braced himself for whatever was to come.

Virat and Abhishek stood facing each other in the now tense atmosphere of the room. The silence between them felt heavy, each moment stretching out uncomfortably. Virat's expression was stern, his eyes fixed firmly on Abhishek, who shifted uneasily under his gaze.

Finally, Virat broke the silence. "Abhishek," he began, his voice low but controlled, "I need you to explain to me what just happened."

Abhishek took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "I know what you saw must have seemed...inappropriate," he started, choosing his words carefully, "but Ishika and I...we care about each other."

Virat's brows furrowed in disbelief. "Care about each other?" he repeated, his tone incredulous. "Abhishek, she's my sister. And you're... you're part of the team."

Abhishek nodded, his eyes downcast. "I understand, Virat. I never meant to disrespect you or Ishika. It's just... things between us... they just happened."

Virat's expression softened slightly, but the seriousness remained. "Abhishek, you need to understand the consequences of your actions. Ishika is my sister, and I won't tolerate any behavior that could hurt her."

Abhishek swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Virat's words. "I'm sorry, Virat," he said sincerely, "I never wanted to cause any harm. I care about Ishika deeply, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Virat studied Abhishek for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "I hope you mean that," he said finally, his tone grave. "But I need some time to think about all of this. For now, just... be careful, Abhishek."

With that, Virat turned and left the room, leaving Abhishek standing alone, his mind swirling with a mix of regret and uncertainty about what the future held.

Abhishek stood in the quiet room, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation. He knew he had to tread carefully, not just for the sake of his relationship with Ishika, but also for the trust and respect he held for Virat. With a heavy heart, he resolved to do whatever it took to make things right, knowing that the road ahead would be challenging. As he contemplated the uncertain future, he hoped for a resolution that would bring understanding and peace to everyone involved.