Virat was in a state of utter confusion. He had just made his way out of the room when he collided with Mahi, falling before Mahi caught him and held him tightly.
"Cheeku, what is going on?" Mahi asked, helping him back to the room.
Virat sat there, his mind racing. What was he feeling right now? He had never had an issue with Neha.
Sure, she was a little mean to him, but she was always sweet to Rohit. And Rohit, he was always smiling with her, something Virat had wanted anyway— he just wanted Rohit to be happy.
But today was different. Over the past couple of days, whenever Rohit was close to anyone except him, it irritated Virat.
"Cheeku, kya baat hai, bacha? Why were you roaming around with your injured ankle?" Mahi asked once they were back in Virat's room.
"Nothing, bhai. I'll just sleep for a bit," Virat mumbled, laying down on his bed.
He wasn't really planning to sleep, though; he just needed to be alone. He needed to figure out what was happening to him.
"Rohit had lunch plans with Neha. Why not? She's his girlfriend. Okay, so this is how you make plans with girls, make them happy. That's why no one's happy with me. Four girls dumped me. Yeah, I really need to learn how to impress girls," Virat thought, staring at the ceiling.
Soon, he drifted off to sleep without even realizing it.
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After lunch with Neha, Rohit knocked and entered the room. "Vi! Can we talk?" he asked, going toward Virat, only to find him asleep.
"Is he okay?" Rohit wondered, touching his forehead. It felt normal.
Rohit gently covered him with a blanket, caressing his cheek. "I'm sorry, Vi. I should've said something. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Virat stirred, opening his eyes to see a blurry figure of Rohit.
"Ro?" Virat called out in a sleepy voice.
"Want to sleep some more, or do you want lunch?" Rohit asked softly, noticing how tired Virat looked.
"You already had it?" Virat asked.
"Yeah, Neha had made lunch plans, so I had it with her," Rohit replied.
Virat, feeling a surge of anger, pushed Rohit's hand away from his cheek and closed his eyes again.
"I just want to rest. Close the door when you leave," Virat said, his voice cold.
He hated how he was reacting, but he couldn't control it. Every time Neha's name came up, something in him snapped.
It hadn't been like this just a few days ago. What was wrong with him? He was acting this way because of that girl who had dumped him, right? Maybe he needed to go on a date, he thought, trying to distract himself.
"But Vi, please eat something... you have to take your medicine too. There's a match day after tomorrow. You want to play, don't you? Come on, Vi, get up, eat something," Rohit urged, still standing by his side.
Virat couldn't ignore Rohit's soft, pleading tone. It was his weakness.
Rohit arranged some lunch and offered him a bite.
"I can eat on my own," Virat said stubbornly. He was still trying to figure out why he was so angry with Rohit.
He knew part of it was because Rohit hadn't said anything in front of Neha, but he couldn't understand why it bothered him so much.
"I can see that," Rohit said with a sigh. "It's been three hours since lunch time, and you still haven't eaten. How careless can you be?"
Virat reluctantly accepted the first bite from Rohit's hand.
"Don't scold me," Virat muttered.
"So what do you want me to do? Bring an Aarti thali for you?" Rohit teased. "When will you learn to take care of yourself, Vi? What if I'm not there for you one day?"
Virat felt a pang of fear. He gripped Rohit's hand. The thought of losing him, even for a second, terrified him.
"Where are you going? Are you leaving me?" Virat asked, his voice filled with panic.
"We can't be together forever, right?" Rohit said, trying to lighten the mood. "One day, I'll get married, have a family, and then we'll only meet on match days."
The words hit Virat like a ton of bricks. He tried to swallow but choked on his food. He coughed violently.
"Vi, are you okay?" Rohit asked, rubbing his back and giving him water.
Virat was in shock. Why had his reaction been so intense? He was scared. Scared of losing Rohit.
What the hell is wrong with me? Virat thought, frustrated and confused by his own feelings.
Rohit sat next to Virat, his face full of concern. "Vi, what's wrong?" he asked quietly. "You've been so distant today... what's going on?"
Virat didn't answer right away. He just stared at Rohit, lost in his thoughts.
His mind was a mess, and he didn't know how to explain it. He didn't even know what he was feeling.
Rohit, sensing Virat wasn't ready to talk, didn't push him.
He just moved the plate of food closer to Virat. "I know you're upset, but you need to eat. Just take one bite, please."
Virat didn't move. His eyes stayed fixed on Rohit, almost as if he was searching for something, but he couldn't figure out what.
Rohit sighed softly and gently fed Virat, bite by bite, without rushing him. He just kept encouraging him, "Come on, just one more bite," until the whole meal was finished.
After Virat ate, Rohit didn't stop. He gave him his medicine, making sure Virat took it without any trouble.
"Good," Rohit said, his voice soft but still full of care. "Now rest, okay? You'll feel better after some sleep."
Virat nodded quietly and lay back in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
As soon as Rohit left the room and closed the door behind him, Virat's thoughts started spinning again. What's going on with me? Why do I feel so messed up when I see Rohit with Neha?
I've seen him with her before. I want him to be happy. So why does it feel like something's wrong every time they're together? The questions kept coming, over and over.
Maybe I just need time, Virat thought, but he knew that wasn't the real answer.
Time wasn't going to fix this. There was something deeper going on inside him, but he didn't understand it yet.
He closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back.
The way Rohit cared for him, the way his touch felt... all of it was confusing. Virat didn't know what to do with those feelings.
Maybe I'll figure it out later, he told himself, but deep down, he knew he was lying.
With a tired sigh, Virat pulled the blanket over him and tried to sleep, but his mind wouldn't quiet down. It kept asking the same question, again and again,
What's wrong with me?
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