Falling from Grace

Chapter 4: The Media Circus

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It started with a single headline.

The morning after the unsettling confrontation at the hospital, Ritika sat on the living room couch with a cup of tea in her hands. Samaira played on the rug nearby, her giggles filling the room as she built a tower of blocks. Ritika's eyes darted toward her phone, where notifications buzzed incessantly. She hesitated before picking it up, hoping it was just the usual chatter about Rohit's upcoming matches.

Instead, her stomach dropped.

"Star Cricketer's Family in Alleged Medical Scandal: Vamika Kohli in Critical Condition."

The headline blazed across the screen, followed by a photo of Rohit and Ritika from a past event, with Samaira perched on Rohit's shoulders. The accompanying text made her blood run cold.

"Sources allege tension between cricketing legends Rohit Sharma and Virat Kohli as the latter's daughter, Vamika, remains in critical condition. Anushka Sharma reportedly blames the Sharmas' daughter, Samaira, for the incident."

Ritika's hand trembled as she set the phone down, her pulse quickening. She glanced at Samaira, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around her.

"Rohit!" Ritika called out, her voice sharper than intended.

Rohit appeared moments later, his face still groggy from sleep. "What's wrong?"

Wordlessly, she handed him her phone. As he read the article, his expression darkened, his jaw tightening.

"This is nonsense," he muttered, tossing the phone onto the couch. "How could they write this? How did it even get out?"

Ritika shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's more than nonsense, Rohit. This could ruin us. It's our daughter they're talking about."

Before Rohit could respond, the sound of a car engine outside caught their attention. Ritika peeked through the curtains and froze. Several reporters stood outside their gate, cameras in hand, their lenses trained on the house.

"They're here," Ritika whispered, stepping back from the window.

Rohit strode over and pulled the curtain aside. His lips pressed into a thin line as he saw the crowd growing by the minute. Reporters shouted questions toward the house, their voices carrying through the morning air.

"Mr. Sharma! Is it true your daughter is responsible for Vamika Kohli's condition?"

"Mrs. Sharma, any comments on the allegations?"

"How do you respond to the fallout between you and Virat Kohli?"

Ritika's breath hitched. "What do we do? Samaira—she can't see this."

Rohit took a deep breath, his calm exterior barely holding together. "I'll handle it. You stay inside with Samaira. Don't let her near the windows."

Before Ritika could protest, he was already walking toward the front door. She grabbed his arm. "Rohit, please. Don't say anything you'll regret. This could spiral out of control."

He nodded, his eyes softening for a moment. "I'll be careful."

As Rohit stepped outside, the reporters surged forward, shouting questions all at once. He raised a hand, signaling for silence, and the crowd reluctantly quieted.

"I'm not here to entertain baseless rumors," Rohit began, his voice steady but firm. "The allegations against my family and my daughter are false. Samaira is a child—she has nothing to do with this. Whatever issues exist are private matters between me and Virat. Dragging our families into this is unacceptable."

"Mr. Sharma," one reporter interrupted, "but sources claim that Mrs. Sharma directly accused your daughter. Are you denying that?"

Rohit's jaw tightened. "I'm denying everything. My daughter is innocent, and I won't allow her name to be smeared in the media. Now, if you'll excuse me, my family and I deserve some privacy."

He turned and walked back inside, ignoring the barrage of follow-up questions. As soon as he shut the door, he leaned against it, exhaling heavily. Ritika stood nearby, her arms wrapped around herself.

"They're not going to stop, are they?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Rohit shook his head. "Probably not. But we'll figure this out. We always do."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of phone calls and mounting anxiety. Their PR team advised them to release a formal statement denying the claims, but Ritika wasn't sure it would help. The damage had already begun.

By evening, the story had spread like wildfire. News channels ran endless segments dissecting the so-called "rift" between Rohit and Virat, complete with speculative commentary and dramatic visuals. Social media was ablaze with hashtags: #SharmaVsKohli, #JusticeForVamika, and even the cruel #SamairaDidIt trending nationwide.

Ritika sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through the posts. Her heart broke as she read the hateful comments directed at Samaira—her sweet, innocent little girl who had done nothing to deserve this.

"She shouldn't have to face this," Ritika whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.

Rohit sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "She won't. I'll make sure of it."

But even as he said it, he knew the battle ahead wouldn't be easy. The media circus had only just begun, and their family was caught in the center of the storm.

to be contd.......

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