Top - Rishab
Bottom - Rohit
Requested by Rusio04
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The Mumbai skyline sparkled against the darkening sky, but Rohit Sharma barely noticed. He stood by the window of their apartment, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his brows furrowed with a mix of frustration and hurt. For days now, he’d been feeling it—this strange, uncomfortable feeling in his chest every time he saw Rishabh with his Delhi Capitals teammates, laughing, smiling, and spending so much time together.
Rohit knew he shouldn’t feel this way. After all, Rishabh was just being friendly, being himself. But knowing that didn’t make the jealousy sting any less. He’d tried to ignore it, telling himself it was just his imagination, but today… today had been too much. Rishabh had gone out with his teammates again, leaving Rohit waiting, alone, with nothing but his thoughts for company.
Rohit huffed, his cheeks puffing out slightly as he pouted. He was the captain of the Mumbai Indians, for heaven's sake—a seasoned cricketer who’d led his team to victory more times than he could count. Yet here he was, feeling like a small, insecure child waiting for attention. He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. “Kitna time ho gaya… Abhi tak ghar nahi aaya,” he muttered under his breath.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Rishabh stepped inside, humming softly to himself. “Hey, Ro! You awake?” he called out cheerfully. He looked up, expecting to see Rohit smiling back at him, but instead, he found his boyfriend standing by the window, his face turned away, arms still crossed.
“Rohit?” Rishabh’s smile faltered, sensing something was off. He walked over, his footsteps light and cautious, as if approaching a skittish kitten. “Kya hua, baby? Sab theek toh hai?”
[What happened, baby? Is everything fine?]
Rohit didn’t look at him. Instead, he let out a small, exasperated sigh and turned his head slightly, enough for Rishabh to catch the hurt in his eyes. “Tumhe lagta hai sab theek hai, Rishabh?” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. “Main yahaan poora din intezaar kar raha hoon… aur tum… tum un logon ke saath maze kar rahe ho.”
[Do you think everything is fine, Rishab?]
Rishabh blinked, surprised by the sudden outburst. He quickly closed the distance between them, reaching out to touch Rohit’s shoulder. “Arre, Rohit, yeh sab practice ka part tha, yaar. It’s not like that,” he tried to explain, but Rohit stepped back, turning his face away again.
“Kya practice ka part, Rishabh?” Rohit shot back, his voice rising a little. “Roz practice ka part hota hai kya? Har din tum unke saath jaate ho, hasste ho, khush rehte ho… aur main? Main kya karun?”
Rishabh’s heart melted at the sight of Rohit’s flushed cheeks, his lips pressed into a tight line, his eyes wide with unshed tears. He’d never seen Rohit like this—so vulnerable, so small. “Ro… yeh jealousy hai na?” he asked gently, a teasing smile forming on his lips. “Tum jealous ho rahe ho, haan?”
Rohit’s pout deepened, and he huffed, trying to maintain his stern expression. “Main jealous nahi ho raha!” he protested, though his voice wavered. “Mujhe sirf lagta hai ki tumhara dhyan kisi aur par zyada hai.”
Rishabh chuckled softly, moving even closer, this time refusing to let Rohit step away. “Tumhe lagta hai main tumhe ignore kar raha hoon?” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup Rohit’s face, thumbs brushing over his soft skin. “Tum mere liye sabse important ho, Rohit. Tumhara bina, mera din adhura hai, samjhe?”
