MahiRat ❤️ Denial's Surrender (Bl)

32. Chapter

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Virat entered the room to find Mahi lying on the bed, his strength evident even in his vulnerable state.

Mahi attempted to rise on his elbows, wincing as he looked over his shoulder at Virat.

His eyes narrowed. "Virat... what are you doing here."

As Mahi tried to sit up fully, pain shot through his back, forcing him down with a frustrated groan.

Virat quickly moved to help, wrapping one arm around Mahi's shoulders while his other hand supported Mahi's side.

Despite his initial resistance, Mahi let Virat help him up, finding comfort in his gentle touch.

Virat carefully arranged pillows behind him, then settled on the bed close enough that their faces were mere inches apart.

Mahi's eyes briefly dropped to Virat's lips before meeting his gaze again, finding an intensity there he couldn't quite read.

"Are you still in pain?" Virat asked, his voice low and concerned, his hand still resting on Mahi's waist.

"Not much.. it's okay now" Mahi murmured faintly, avoiding Virat's eyes but making no move to create distance between them.

A feeling of helplessness washed over Mahi. Virat's soft touch anchored him fingers traveling over his back and Mahi found himself unable to stop them.

"Ken has been telling you for a month about your back pain... why didn't you listen?" Virat asked, voice gentle yet laced with quiet frustration.

Mahi's eyes lowered, his jaw tensed. Despite the heat between them, he couldn't meet Virat's eyes.

"I've been asking, telling you that you're not okay. You're getting weaker... and all you ever say is 'It's game pressure'."

As Virat's hand moved up Mahi's naked back, following his spine, Mahi's breath caught.

When Virat's palm settled at his nape a chill ran through him, bringing an inexplicable surrender.

Virat lifted Mahi's face, their gazes meeting in the quiet room. "Ms" Virat murmured softly, his tone restrained but intense "what were you doing on the field?"

Mahi gulped, unable to respond.

"Johnson's hand got swollen... I know you intentionally hit the ball straight at him" Virat said, eyes holding Mahi's. His thumb traced gentle circles at Mahi's nape. "The fight was on the field. After the match... was it really necessary to respond to Ponting?"

Mahi's gaze hardened for a moment, and he finally spoke, his voice low and guarded. "I'm human... Virat. I lost my temper... that's all."

Virat's expression softened as he looked at Mahi, his hand sliding down to rest on his shoulder. "Your anger is making headlines everywhere. Do you understand? For the next few days, you'll be the only thing people talk about... they'll discuss you."