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23. Virat - Rohit ( Falling)

"Rohit, you're such a clumsy fool," Virat chuckled, his arms firmly around Rohit's waist, preventing the latter from face-planting into the wedding cake.

The laughter from their friends and family filled the grand hall, a mix of affection and mild embarrassment coloring Rohit's cheeks.

"I swear, it's like you're always there to catch me," Rohit grinned back, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"Well, that's what husbands are for," Virat said, his voice as smooth as the chocolate frosting that decorated the cake.

The two men had known each other since childhood, their friendship a constant in a world of ever-shifting sands.

The flashback was sudden, like a flip through the pages of a well-worn photo album.

They were kids again, Virat's hand shooting out to catch Rohit's on the schoolyard swing, saving him from a bruised knee. "Thanks," Rohit had murmured, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Anytime," Virat had said, his grip tightening around Rohit's hand.

In college, it was the same - Rohit tripping over his own feet during a play rehearsal, Virat's strong hands catching him mid-air, a beat before he could kiss the stage floor.

"You've got to be more careful," Virat had scolded, his eyes twinkling with the same amusement that danced in them now.

Their friends had always teased them about it, their banter a symphony of "always the hero" and "always the damsel in distress." But to them, it was just another day in their story, a tale of unspoken promises and unshakeable trust.

Back in reality, the room grew quiet as the flashback faded.

Rohit's cheeks burned a deeper shade of red, but he met Virat's gaze with a soft smile. "I guess you're stuck with me then," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the lingering laughter.

Virat leaned in, his breath warm against Rohit's ear. "Forever," he whispered, the word carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken "I love yous." The tension between them grew palpable, the air thick with the sweetness of their history and the promise of their future.

The wedding planner cleared her throat, gently reminding them of the schedule. They broke apart, the moment lingering in the air like the scent of the roses adorning the arch they had just passed under.

The guests resumed their conversations, the clinking of glasses and the chatter of congratulations filling the space once more.

As they took their first dance, Rohit's hand was firm in Virat's, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needed no words.

They moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating a rhythm that only they could hear. It was a dance of destiny, choreographed by the universe itself.

And when the music stopped, and they shared their first kiss as husband and husband, everyone in the room felt the electricity. It was a kiss that contained every laugh, every tear, and every catch that had brought them to this moment.

It was a promise of a lifetime of catches and kisses, of love that would never let the other fall.

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On their first night as husbands, the exhaustion of the wedding festivities clung to them like the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood from the ceremonies. They stumbled into their suite, their laughter echoing off the walls as they recounted the day's events.

Rohit, ever the clumsy one, tripped over the hem of his silk pyjamas, sending him hurtling towards the plush king-sized bed.

"Oh no, not again," he exclaimed, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain balance. But as if on cue, Virat was there, catching him with a grace that belied his own tiredness.