The Bond ❤️❤️

rohirat

The night was cool, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers through the open windows of Rohit Sharma's house. It had been a long day, filled with the usual hustle and bustle of a cricketer's life. Rohit had just returned home from an evening out with his friend and teammate, Kieron Pollard. The night had been enjoyable, filled with laughter and camaraderie, leaving Rohit with a satisfied smile on his face as he stepped into his house.

As he entered, he noticed the faint glow of the living room lights and the figure of someone sitting on the couch. It was Virat Kohli, his longtime friend and fellow cricketer, who had been waiting for him. Virat's usually cheerful demeanor was replaced by a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and disappointment—all barely concealed beneath the surface.

Rohit paused, his smile fading as he registered the tension in the air. He walked towards Virat, a frown creasing his forehead. "Hey, Vi. What's wrong?"

Virat looked up, his eyes meeting Rohit's with an intensity that made Rohit pause. "Where have you been?" Virat's voice was colder than usual, laced with suppressed emotions.

Rohit's confusion grew. "I was out with Pollard. Why? Is something the matter?"

Virat stood up, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Do you even realize what today is?"

Rohit racked his brain, trying to recall if he had forgotten something important. "Um, it's... it's just another day, right? What's the big deal?"

Virat's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Just another day? It’s the anniversary of the day we became friends, Rohit!" His voice cracked with emotion. "You promised we'd celebrate it together, like we do every year. But instead, you went off with Pollard and left me alone."

Realization dawned on Rohit's face, his expression shifting to one of guilt. "Vi, I... I forgot. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Virat's voice trembled with emotion. "You forgot something that means the world to me. How could you?" His eyes glistened with unshed tears, the hurt palpable in his voice.

Rohit felt a lump form in his throat, regret washing over him. "I didn't mean to, Vi. It completely slipped my mind. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

But Virat was already turning away, his emotions too raw to handle in that moment. He grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house, leaving Rohit standing there, feeling the weight of his mistake.

Rohit tried to call out to Virat, to explain, to apologize again, but his voice failed him. He stood there for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by a sense of loss and regret. Slowly, he made his way to his room, hoping to sort things out in the morning.

However, sleep didn't come easily to Rohit that night. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Virat, their friendship, and his own shortcomings. He tossed and turned, the guilt gnawing at him until the sound of his phone ringing cut through the silence of the night.

Groggy and disoriented, Rohit picked up the phone, only to hear words that sent a chill down his spine. "Mr. Sharma, your friend Virat Kohli has been in an accident. He’s been taken to the hospital."

The world seemed to stop for Rohit in that moment. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he rushed to get dressed and make his way to the hospital, his mind racing with fear and regret.

The hospital corridors felt like a maze as Rohit navigated his way to the ICU, where Virat had been taken. A doctor met him there, his expression grave.

"Mr. Sharma, your friend has suffered a severe head injury. He’s stable now, but..." The doctor hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

Rohit's heart pounded in his chest. "But what?"

The doctor sighed, his tone somber. "He’s lost his memory. He doesn't recognize anyone."

The words hit Rohit like a ton of bricks, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He walked into Virat's room, his steps heavy with dread.

Virat lay on the hospital bed, looking fragile and disoriented. As Rohit approached, Virat looked up, his eyes vacant of recognition.

"Cheeku," Rohit whispered, using the nickname he often called Virat, hoping it would trigger some memory.

But there was nothing. Virat looked at him with confusion. "Who are you?"

Rohit felt a lump form in his throat, a lump made of fear, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of loss. He sat by Virat's bedside, trying to hold back tears as he grappled with the cruel twist of fate that had torn their friendship apart.

Hours passed, with Rohit staying by Virat's side, hoping against hope for a miracle. But as the night wore on, it became clear that Virat's memory loss was not temporary.

In a state of emotional turmoil, Rohit returned home in the early hours of the morning, his mind filled with thoughts of what could have been, what should have been.

But then, as if waking from a nightmare, Rohit found himself sitting bolt upright in his bed, sweat-soaked and breathless. It had all been a dream—a terrible, heart-wrenching dream that felt so real.

Shaken to the core, Rohit rushed to Virat's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Virat still awake, staring at his phone with a distant look in his eyes.

Without a word, Rohit crossed the room and enveloped Virat in a tight hug, his emotions spilling over. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, "Vi, I'm so sorry. I had a nightmare that you had an accident and lost your memory. You couldn't remember me, and it was the worst feeling ever."

Virat, taken aback by Rohit's sudden outpouring of emotion, gently pulled back to look at him. "Rohit, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. I'm here, and I remember everything."

But Rohit shook his head, his tears unabated. "No, Vi, it's not okay. I need to apologize for real. I forgot our friendship anniversary, and I let you down. I don’t ever want to lose you."

Virat's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. He hugged Rohit back, offering him comfort. "It’s okay, Rohit. I was hurt, but I understand. Let’s not fight over it anymore. We have each other, and that's what matters."

They sat together in silence for a while, the weight of the night's events slowly lifting off their shoulders. They talked, reminiscing about their journey together, the highs and lows, the laughter and tears.

As dawn broke outside, Rohit looked at Virat, a newfound resolve in his eyes. "I promise I’ll never forget anything important to us again, Vi."

Virat smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth. "I know, Rohit. And I promise to always be here for you, no matter what."

Their friendship, tested and strengthened by the events of that night, emerged stronger than ever. They had weathered a storm together, and in its aftermath, their bond had grown deeper, more resilient.

As they sat together, watching the first rays of sunlight filter through the window, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as friends always do.

Is it good? Since March it was in draft and I have today a courage to publish it. Now next 2 os will be mahirat ans ishan vi.

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