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11. Virat - Rohit ( Mpreg)

"Hello?" Virat's voice was a blend of exhaustion and impatience as he answered the phone. The conference room echoed with the muffled sounds of chairs scraping against the floor and papers shuffling as his colleagues began to pack up their things.

"Viraaat!" Rohit's cheerful tone was a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air around Virat. "You're still at work? What time do you plan on coming home tonight?"

Virat sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm not sure, Rohit. We had a big meeting, and there's a lot to sort out."

"Again?" Rohit's voice held a hint of disappointment. "But you promised we'd spend some time together. It's been days!"

"I know, I know," Virat said, his voice softening. "But the team needs me right now."

"What about us?" Rohit's tone grew a little desperate. "What about our baby?"

Virat's grip on the phone tightened, his heart clenching at the mention of their unborn child. "You know I want to be there for both of you, but the season is in full swing. I'm the captain, and there's so much at stake."

Rohit took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I just miss you, Virat. I'm carrying our baby, and I'm so tired all the time. Can't you just come home and help me?"

The line went silent for a moment, the weight of unspoken words heavy between them. "You're always sleeping!" Virat snapped, unable to keep the frustration from his voice. "What do you do all day?"

The hurt in Rohit's voice was palpable. "I'm growing a human being inside me, Virat! I'm not exactly playing cricket out here!"

Virat's regret was instant. He knew he was being unfair, but the pressure of work had been building up inside him like a volcano ready to erupt. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean it like that."

Rohit sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. "It's okay," he said, his voice shaking. "I'll make dinner."

Virat felt a pang of guilt. "Don't worry about dinner. I'll grab something on the way. Just rest, okay?"

Rohit's eyes welled up with tears. He had been trying to get Virat's attention all day, and all he got was accusations and frustration. "Don't bother," he said, his voice small and defeated.

"What do you mean?" Virat asked, surprised by the sudden change in Rohit's tone.

"I said don't bother," Rohit repeated, his voice cracking. "I'll manage dinner. I always do." He hung up the phone before Virat could respond, leaving the cricketer feeling like the worst person in the world.

As the day dragged on, Virat couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that clung to him like a shadow. He knew Rohit had been feeling neglected lately, and his own stress was only making things worse. He glanced over at Hardik, who was watching him with a look of disappointment. "I shouldn't have shouted," Virat admitted, his voice barely audible over the din of the office.

Hardik nodded solemnly. "You guys need to talk it out," he said, his voice firm but understanding. "This isn't good for either of you, or the baby."

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Rohit looked so defeated when Virat finally walked through the door that evening. The house was silent, and the scent of burnt toast lingered in the air. Virat's heart sank as he saw Rohit slumped on the couch, staring at the TV with red-rimmed eyes. He knew he had to make it right.

"Hey," Virat said softly, approaching Rohit. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to shout."

Rohit didn't look up, his gaze fixed on the flickering screen. "It's fine," he murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears.