BL [ICT FICTIONAL ONE SHOTS ]

Sourav X Rahul (2)

Rahul sat in the cold, sterile hospital room, his eyes swollen from crying, his hand still clasping Sourav’s. The steady beeping of the heart monitor provided a cruel reminder of Sourav’s fragility. Rahul’s guilt gnawed at him—he had been so blind, so foolish. He had always trusted people, always seen the best in them, but now, it was clear he had been manipulated. Amit Shah’s sweet words had been poison, seeping into his thoughts and clouding his judgment.

The thought of Sourav’s heart giving out, of losing him forever, was unbearable. He had never wanted to push his husband into anything. All he wanted was to protect Sourav, but instead, he had driven him into the worst possible situation. “Sourav, please wake up,” Rahul whispered again, his voice breaking.

Hours passed in a blur of sorrow and regret. Rahul’s mind raced with memories—how Sourav had always been his rock, his protector. Sourav’s fierce love had shielded him from the harsher realities of life, and in return, Rahul had trusted him implicitly. But this time, he had doubted Sourav, let outside forces sway him.

A slight movement from the bed pulled Rahul out of his thoughts. Sourav’s fingers twitched, his eyelids fluttering slightly. Rahul’s heart skipped a beat. “Sourav? Can you hear me?” he asked softly, his breath catching in his throat.

Sourav’s eyes slowly opened,(as Star serial 😂) disoriented at first, but as his gaze landed on Rahul’s tear-streaked face, a flicker of recognition passed through them. “Rahul?” he whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible.

“Oh, thank God!” Rahul gasped, his face crumpling as tears of relief spilled down his cheeks. “You’re awake. You’re okay.”

Sourav blinked slowly, his hand weakly gripping Rahul’s. “What… happened?”

“You had a heart attack,” Rahul said, his voice trembling. “I—I didn’t realize how much pressure you were under. It was my fault… I’m so sorry, Sourav.”

Sourav’s eyes softened as he saw the guilt etched in Rahul’s expression. “No, Rahul,” he murmured, his voice weak but firm. “This… this isn’t your fault.”

“But it is!” Rahul cried, unable to hold back. “I believed Amit Shah. I believed BCCI when they said politics was the right thing for you. I thought I was doing the right thing by convincing you, but I was wrong. They used me against you. I threatened to leave you, Sourav. I don’t even know why I said it! I didn’t mean it, I swear!”

Sourav inhaled deeply, trying to gather his strength. He could see the torment in Rahul’s eyes, and despite his own pain, his instinct was to comfort him. “Rahul, listen to me,” he said softly, his voice strained. “They manipulated you. They knew how pure you are, how much you trust people. Amit Shah… he used your goodness against you.”

Rahul buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by shame. “I should have known better,” he mumbled through his sobs. “I should have trusted you.”

Sourav struggled to sit up slightly, wincing as the effort sent a jolt of pain through his chest. He placed a trembling hand on Rahul’s arm. “You’re not to blame for this. Shah knows how to play the game—he’s a politician. They’re skilled at using people’s emotions to get what they want. You were just trying to protect me.”

Rahul raised his tear-streaked face, his eyes full of sorrow. “But I hurt you. I thought threatening to leave would make you see things their way. I don’t know why I listened to them, why I thought that would ever work…”

Sourav sighed, his grip on Rahul’s arm tightening slightly. “Because you’re kind, Rahul. You believe in the goodness of people, even when it’s not there. And that’s why I love you so much. But you need to understand, not everyone in this world is as innocent as you are.”

Tears welled up in Rahul’s eyes again, but this time they weren’t just of guilt—they were of understanding. “I’m so sorry, Sourav. I love you. I was so scared… scared that if I didn’t convince you, something worse would happen. I didn’t want to lose you, and in the end, I almost did.”

Sourav’s heart swelled with love and sadness as he looked at his husband. “Rahul, you could never lose me. Not over something like this. I understand why you did what you did. Amit Shah was playing on your fears, on your kindness. But now you see how dangerous these people can be. They don’t care about us—they just want to use us for their own gain.”

Rahul nodded, wiping at his eyes. “I see that now. I should have trusted you from the beginning.”

“We’ll get through this,” Sourav said, his voice weak but full of determination. “But I won’t let them win. I won’t let them drag us into their games. I’ve seen enough corruption in cricket, and I won’t let that infect our lives.”

Rahul leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Sourav’s, his tears dripping onto the sheets. “I’ll never doubt you again, Sourav. I promise.”

Sourav’s fingers gently brushed through Rahul’s hair, a small smile forming on his lips despite the pain. “Good. We’ll face this together, like we’ve faced everything else. They can’t break us.”

For a long time, they stayed like that—Rahul bent over the bed, his head resting against Sourav’s, their breathing syncing together as they found comfort in each other’s presence. Despite everything—the manipulation, the threats, the near loss—they were still together, and that was all that mattered.

Eventually, Rahul pulled back, his face resolute. “We’re going to fight this. No more politics, no more manipulation. We protect each other from now on.”

Sourav nodded, his strength slowly returning. “Always. They’ll learn soon enough—no one comes between us.”

And as they sat together, in the quiet of the hospital room, both knew they had emerged stronger from this storm. The world outside might try to tear them apart, but as long as they had each other, nothing could break the bond they shared.

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