Rohit Sharma and his Biggest supporter-||

Chapter 7

*Next Morning*

Rohit woke up early, feeling a sense of unease. He had ignored Ritika for the entire day, and he was feeling so guilty for it.

He looked over at her, sleeping peacefully. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to apologize for his behavior....but he wasn't in that condition.He didn't know what to say.

Then, without a word, Rohit got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.Rohit walked back into the room, feeling refreshed after his morning bath. He was greeted by the peaceful sight of Samaira and Ritika still sleeping.

He decided to let them sleep, and instead, made his way to the coffee machine.

As the machine whirred to life, Rohit's thoughts turned to the events of the past few Thinking of how is past trying to dissolve in his present in every possible way.

With his coffee in hand, Rohit walked out to the balcony, taking in the breathtaking view of the ocean. He stood at the railing...... cradling his cup in his hands.As he took a sip of the hot coffee, Rohit's mind began to wander.

The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, calming his nerves......Rohit's eyes gazed out at the horizon, his thoughts deep in contemplation.

Ritika's eyes opened as the sun rays dripped on her face...She found Sammy sleeping..but got worried of the absence of Rohit...her eyes searching for Rohit..She check for him in bathroom and then move to the balcony....She saw him standing there.

Ritika : (in her own) I have to talk to him..

She gently place her hand on his shoulder.He was in his deep thoughts..so he turned back with a start due to which coffee spilled on his shirt.

Ritika : Oh shit...I'm sorry.. Sorry..(while brushing the stain).

Rohit got completely lost in her for a while. Sooner he jerked.

Rohit : It's okay...mein change kr leta hun.(He said already heading towards the room).

And moved to the room.Ritika felt so hurted but she knows he needs time to adapt.She also went to the the room.Rohit wore a fresh shirt while standing next to the mirror...While tucking the buttons he accidentally broke one... Ritika noticed that.He said softly with hesitation...

Rohit : Woh mere baaki k shirts kha rkha hai..

Ritika : (a little smile appeared on her face)Aapke kapde abhi tak drycleaning se nhi aaye hai..par aapne too shirt change kr lii hai na..!?

Rohit : Woh...iska woh tut gaya mujhse...

Ritika : Koii baat nhi...mein lga deti hun.(She took thread and needles box from drawer)...laaiye.

Rohit : Should I remove it or...

Ritika : Nhi..nhi mein ese hii lga deti hun..

And she start sewing button on Rohit's shirt...as she was doing the work with needle,...By mistake the needle pricked her finger...

Ritika : Ah...ouch...(By pressing her finger).

Without thinking, Rohit pulled her finger into his mouth, his lips closing around it instinctively. The warmth of his mouth enveloped her finger, his tongue gently soothing the tiny wound.

As Rohit's mouth worked its magic, the pain began to subside, replaced by a gentle tingling. Ritika's eyes opened, her gaze meeting Rohit's, seeing the concern and care etched on his face.The concern the love the care she missed in last couple of days.