Virat wanted to get some coffee. It was 2 a.m., but he wasn't feeling sleepy. He was about to get up when he noticed Rohit's head resting on his shoulder.
Virat tried to adjust him on the couch, but instead, Rohit held his arm and moved closer, feeling cold.
Virat noticed that Rohit was shivering. He was habitual to the low temperature, but maybe Rohit wasn't, and Virat didn't know that.
Why didn't he say anything? What am I supposed to do with this boy?
Instead of getting up and removing Rohit's hand, Virat grabbed the comforter from the side of the couch and covered Rohit with it.
There was no point in getting up, since Rohit wasn't letting go of his arm, shifting closer in search of warmth. Virat didn't have the heart to move him away forcefully.
Virat couldn't help but stare at him. Rohit's head was resting on his chest now.
Virat gently caressed his cheek and thought, "What are you doing to me, Rohit? Your kindness, your subtle nature... it's just pulling me towards you."
Rohit moved closer, burying his face in Virat's chest to soak in the warmth. Virat couldn't help but adore him.
He gently pulled the comforter up to Rohit's neck, then rested his head on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. He wrapped one arm around Rohit, holding him close.
He couldn't help but notice the changes since Rohit had started working with him—not just now, but from the moment he had joined.
The changes were evident in his work—the way he offered solutions during meetings, how Aman kept praising him and his contributions.
Now, working closely with him, Virat noticed his eagerness to learn, his helpful nature, and today, his caring attitude towards Virat. Everything felt so peaceful.
Even the silence in his presence was comforting— quiet and soothing after a long day of work. Lost in these thoughts, Virat didn't even realize when he had dozed off.
The next morning, it was Rohit who woke up first. As he became aware of their position, he felt a rush of embarrassment— he was still holding Virat's arm.
His movement disturbed Virat, who was an extremely light sleeper, causing him to wake up as well.
Virat could see the nervousness on Rohit's face and immediately understood what was going through his mind. He didn't want to make him feel awkward, not for a second.
"Morning, get freshened up—I'll make coffee," Virat said, getting up before Rohit could apologize again.
"Can I make it? I mean— it's the least I could do for all the help yesterday. You didn't let me help with dinner either, and I make pretty good coffee. I mean—"
Virat shook his head at Rohit's rambling, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You should stop being nervous around me," he said gently.
"And yes, you can make it. I'm going to freshen up," he added, before heading to his room.
"Stupid idiot, Ro! How could you sleep like this? Thank God Sir didn't say anything," he murmured to himself.
"But it felt so nice," a voice or feeling in the back of his mind said, one that refused to fade away no matter what.
Rohit got up, washed his face in the guest room, and then went into the kitchen to prepare coffee for both of them.
Virat entered the kitchen after 10 minutes. Rohit's thoughts were interrupted when Virat's hand brushed against his while reaching for something on the shelf.
Rohit turned to see Virat wearing a black shirt with grey pants, his hair still messy from a fresh shower, and the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Virat looked at Rohit, who seemed lost in thought— or, if Virat guessed correctly, lost in him.
"You look—" Rohit swallowed the lump in his throat, overwhelmed by the closeness of his boss.
"Hot? I know, Rohit," Virat teased with a wink, leaving Rohit a little embarrassed. Virat chuckled softly at his reaction.
Virat took the coffee cup from Rohit's hands and sipped it. He glanced at Rohit, who was eagerly waiting for his reaction to the taste.
He looks so cute, Virat thought, noticing the way Rohit's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"It's amazing," Virat said, and Rohit grinned happily, his joy bringing a smile to Virat's face.
Rohit was about to say something, but Virat's phone rang. "I've got to take this, it's important. Freshen up in the meantime; we have to leave for the office," he said, heading to the balcony with his coffee to take the call.
"How can someone look so good all the time? Virat's confidence, the way he carries himself— it's impossible to ignore. I swear, every time he looks at me, it's like he's... aware of the effect he has on me. Damn, I need to focus.", Rohit thought to himself and went in the room to get ready.
They reached the office after some time, and Rohit could almost feel the immediate shift in the air, noticing how quickly Virat's demeanor transformed into professional "boss mode."
"Rohit, look up the financials of the company—yesterday we checked the clause, right? I've sent you one more article to compare it with. Get it done ASAP," Virat said. Rohit was surprised—when had he sent it?
"When did you send it, Sir?" Rohit asked, curious.
"When the car stopped at the red signal, if you're wondering about the exact time," Virat said, before getting onto another call.
Rohit quickly noticed another lesson to learn from him and immediately got to work.
After an hour, the door opened, and Aman walked in.
Rohit noticed how tired he looked and wondered why he had come to the office instead of going home.
Virat quickly moved toward him. "What happened?" he asked, struggling to control the urge to cup Aman's pale face, aware of his professional image.
He had let his guard slip a little in front of Rohit yesterday, but he couldn't reveal everything—especially not his relationship with Aman.
Rohit handed Aman a glass of water as he sat on the couch, while Virat stood, waiting for an answer.
"The Project Head at the Delhi branch messed up, and we lost two clients. This will cause a big financial loss and also affect our client base in Delhi," Aman said, not looking at Virat.
Virat was shocked to hear this, and Rohit wore the same stunned expression.
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