Please Beware it Has Disturbing scene Ahead
Virat leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch, feeling the warmth of Aadi nestled beside him. The peaceful atmosphere in their room was a sanctuary, the outside world fading away as they enjoyed each other’s company. Aadi looked up at him, a playful grin lighting up his face.
"I can’t believe we pulled this off," Aadi whispered, his voice low and teasing as he nudged Virat playfully. "No one suspects anything."
Virat chuckled softly, lowering his phone as he brushed a lock of hair away from Aadi’s forehead. "It’s a miracle," he replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. "But I’ll take every moment we get."
Aadi smirked, tracing slow circles on Virat’s forearm. "One day, everyone’s going to know about us, and they won’t believe it."
As they shared a comfortable silence, Aadi excused himself to the bathroom. Virat turned back to his phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media. Just as he settled in, his phone rang, displaying a name that made his heart drop—Naman.
Virat froze, the weight of memories crashing down on him like a wave. He couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal that enveloped him. The memories flooded in, vivid and painful, taking him back to a fateful night before his 18th birthday.
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Flashback: The Club
Virat had been excited, ready to embrace adulthood. Naman had been his supposed best friend, the one person who always defended him when others wouldn’t. But even now, he could hear his big brother Veer’s voice ringing in his ears, warning him.
“I don’t trust that guy, Vi. There’s something off about him,” Veer had insisted, concern etched across his face.
But the thrill of the night had pulled him in. “Come on, Bhaiya! It’s just one night! Naman’s my friend,” Virat had argued, brushing off Veer’s worries. He was determined to enjoy the night and experience freedom.
As he entered the club, the pulsating music surrounded him, and the dim lights set the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Naman hugged him tightly, greeting him with an exuberant smile. “Finally! Let’s have some fun!”
Naman introduced him to his friends, a group that made Virat feel uneasy as their eyes roamed over him, glances laced with something unsettling. Among them was a guy named Darshan, who positioned himself unnervingly close to Virat.
“Do you have someone in your life? I mean, any lover?” Darshan asked, his voice smooth yet predatory.
Virat smiled, the thought of Aadi warming him inside. “Yeah, there’s someone,” he admitted, his heart fluttering at the thought of Aadi, even as a shadow of sadness crossed his mind. Aadi was in England and wouldn’t be there for his birthday.
In that moment of distraction, Naman slid a drink into his hand, the liquid sloshing around in the glass. “Here, Vi! You’ve got to try this. It’s your night!” he urged, a conspiratorial gleam in his eye.
Virat hesitated but ultimately brought the drink to his lips, trusting Naman. He took a sip, the drink burning slightly as it went down. Naman’s laughter filled the air as he leaned closer, pretending to take a drink himself, as if to distract Virat.
“Come on, it’s all in good fun,” Naman had said, flashing a disarming smile.
Feeling the heat of the alcohol already clouding his thoughts, Virat forced himself to take another sip, trying to shake off the discomfort. But as the drink took effect, the room began to spin, and he felt light-headed.
