Top Mahi
Bottom - Rohit
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Mahi paced back and forth in the living room, his mind clouded with anger and hurt. His heart was heavy with the thought of Rohit betraying him. He had seen pictures — Rohit with another man, laughing, their faces too close for comfort. It felt like a punch to his gut.
Rohit stood across the room, his face a mask of worry and confusion. “Mahi, please, meri baat toh suniye… it’s not what you think,” he pleaded, his voice strained with desperation.
Mahi turned sharply, his eyes flashing with pain. “Bas, Rohit! Maine apni aankhon se dekha hai. Tum uske saath kyun the?”
Rohit’s chest tightened, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “Woh mera bachpan ka dost tha, Mahi. Hum bas mil rahe the, catching up after years. Aap kyun nahi samajh rahe?”
Mahi’s face remained hard, his voice cold. “Tum mujhe bata nahi sakte the? Chupke mil rahe the usse? Tumne mujhe batana zaroori nahi samjha?”
Rohit’s eyes filled with tears. “Main aapko batana chahta tha, Mahi, but I didn’t get a chance… sab kuch itna jaldi ho gaya.”
Mahi’s voice rose, frustration evident. “Aur mujhe kya lagta hai, Rohit? Tumne socha kabhi?” His words were harsh, cutting through Rohit’s heart.
Rohit felt a wave of dizziness hit him, his breath catching in his throat. “Mahi, please… aap meri baat toh sun lijiye…”
But Mahi, consumed by his emotions, turned away, his anger blinding him. “Mujhe tumse baat nahi karni,” he muttered, storming out of the room and leaving Rohit standing there, broken and alone.
Days passed, and Mahi refused to listen to Rohit. He avoided him, not taking his calls, not responding to his messages. Meanwhile, Rohit’s condition began to deteriorate. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping; he could barely focus on anything but the hollow ache in his chest. Fever set in, making him weak and fragile.
Finally, one evening, Rohit collapsed in his room, his body unable to handle the strain. His vision blurred, and he felt like he was floating, disconnected from everything except the pain in his heart. “Mahi… aapko sab samajh aayega…” he whispered before everything went black.
When Mahi received the call, his heart sank. “Rohit is very sick,” they told him. “Uski halat theek nahi hai… Tumhe uske paas hona chahiye.”
Fear and guilt seized Mahi as he rushed to Rohit’s side, his anger forgotten. When he entered the room, he felt his heart break at the sight of Rohit lying there, pale and shivering under the covers.
“Rohit!” Mahi cried out, rushing to his side. “Tumne apne aap ko kyun is haalat mein laa diya?” His voice trembled, full of concern and regret.
Rohit’s eyes slowly opened, filled with exhaustion and longing. “Mahi… aap aa gaye…” he whispered weakly, a faint smile appearing on his lips despite his condition.
Mahi’s eyes filled with tears. He gently cupped Rohit’s face, his thumb brushing away the sweat from his forehead. “I am sorry, Bacha. Main tumhe galat samjha… mujhe tum par bharosa karna chahiye tha…”
Rohit’s voice was faint, but he managed a smile. “It's okay, Mahi… bas kabhi mujhse door mat jaiye…”
Mahi nodded, his tears falling onto Rohit’s cheeks. “Kabhi nahi, Rohit. I promise. Tumhara saath kabhi nahi chhodunga.”
He wrapped Rohit in his arms, holding him tightly as if he could transfer his strength through sheer will. “Main yahaan hoon, Rohit… bas ab tum araam karo,” Mahi murmured softly, stroking Rohit’s hair with gentle fingers.
