Love Me Again

Chapter 48

Rohit paced nervously outside their bedroom door, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of last night's confrontation with Mahi and his brothers still lingered heavily in his mind. The realization that he might lose Virat for good was eating him alive. He couldn't delay it any longer-he had to speak to his husband, had to apologize for everything he had done.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he reached for the doorknob. Slowly, he turned it and stepped inside.

Virat was sitting by the window, looking out at the garden where Samira was playing with her cousins. His back was straight, but his posture was tense, as though he was bracing himself for the inevitable conversation. Rohit's heart clenched at the sight of his husband, the man he had hurt so deeply.

"Virat..." Rohit's voice was soft, tentative.

Virat didn't turn around immediately, but Rohit could see his shoulders stiffen slightly. After a moment, Virat spoke, his voice calm but distant. "What do you want, Rohit?"

The coldness in his tone was like a knife to Rohit's heart. He had always feared that one day, Virat's cold exterior would be turned on him, and now it had.

"I... I need to talk to you. Please," Rohit pleaded, his voice cracking.

Virat remained silent for a few seconds before he sighed softly, finally turning to face Rohit. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes-those dark, deep eyes-held a mixture of hurt and exhaustion.

"Say what you need to say," Virat said quietly, his tone neutral.

Rohit's legs felt weak as he sank to his knees in front of Virat, tears already welling up in his eyes. He reached for Virat's hands, but his husband pulled them back, folding them across his chest. Rohit felt a sharp pang of rejection, but he pressed on, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," Rohit began, his tears now falling freely. "I'm so sorry, Virat. I know I've hurt you. I know I've made you feel unloved and unwanted, and I can't even begin to explain how much I regret it."

Virat watched him silently, his face still impassive, but Rohit could see the faint flicker of emotion behind his eyes.

"I was a fool," Rohit continued, his voice breaking. "I let my pride, my anger, and my insecurities get in the way of our love. I was afraid-afraid of losing you, afraid of being hurt, and instead of trusting you, I pushed you away. I made the worst mistake of my life when I threw you out of the house. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but... I'm begging you, Virat. Please, forgive me."

The room was silent, save for the sound of Rohit's ragged breathing as he knelt before Virat, his heart laid bare. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but he didn't care. If this was what it took to make things right, then he would grovel at Virat's feet for the rest of his life.

Virat's gaze softened slightly as he looked down at Rohit. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The tension in the air was palpable, the silence heavy with unresolved pain and unspoken words.

Finally, Virat let out a long sigh. "Rohit... do you even realize how much you've hurt me? Do you understand how it felt to be thrown out of my own home, to be told that I wasn't wanted anymore?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying the depth of his emotions.

"I know," Rohit whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I know, Virat, and I hate myself for it. I was wrong. I was so wrong, and I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you. But please, I'm begging you... don't give up on us. I love you, Vi. I love you more than anything in this world, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if you let me."

Virat's breath hitched as he heard the desperation in Rohit's voice. He had been hurt-terribly so-but as he looked at the man kneeling before him, his heart ached with the same love that had kept him tied to Rohit all these years.

Their daughter's laughter echoed from the garden, a reminder of the life they had built together. Virat's gaze drifted to the window for a moment, watching Samira play innocently, oblivious to the turmoil between her parents. His chest tightened as he realized that no matter how much he had suffered, he couldn't deny the truth-he still loved Rohit. He always had.

Virat's voice was soft as he finally spoke. "I wanted to hate you, Rohit. I wanted to leave and never look back, but I couldn't. I couldn't because... no matter how much you hurt me, I still love you."

Rohit's breath caught in his throat, his heart swelling with hope. "You do?"

Virat nodded, though tears brimmed in his eyes. "I do. For Samira, for myself... I want to forgive you. But I need to know, Rohit-can I trust you again? Can you promise me that you'll never hurt me like this again?"

"I swear it," Rohit cried, his hands trembling as he reached out again, this time gently taking Virat's hands in his. "I swear on everything I have, I will never, ever hurt you again. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did. I'll be the husband you deserve, the father Samira deserves. Just... please, give me another chance."

Tears spilled from Virat's eyes as he looked at Rohit, his heart torn between the pain of the past and the hope for the future. Slowly, he pulled Rohit closer, wiping away his tears with gentle fingers. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I forgive you."

Rohit's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart soaring. "You do?"

Virat nodded, his lips trembling as he spoke. "Yes. I forgive you, Rohit. For Samira, for us... I forgive you."

Overcome with emotion, Rohit leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Virat's, their tears mingling as they shared a moment of pure vulnerability. And then, without thinking, Rohit closed the gap between them, capturing Virat's lips in a desperate, tender kiss.

Virat's breath hitched as he kissed Rohit back, the years of pain and heartache melting away in that one moment. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but soon it deepened, their hands finding each other's faces as they poured everything they couldn't say into that kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads still touching.

"I love you, Virat," Rohit said, his heart filled with gratitude and love. "I always have, and I always will."

They sat there in silence, holding each other, their hearts beating in sync as the sun rose higher in the sky. Outside, Samira's laughter filled the air, a sign of the hope and joy that awaited them in the days to come.

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