Fated To Love You

Chapter 70

Abhishek threw the keys and a packet on his table, letting out a long, tired sigh as he collapsed onto the bed with a dull thud. He rested his arms beneath his head, staring at the ceiling as his mind replayed the day's events. His jaw tightened as he recalled Siddharth's behavior. The tension in his chest wouldn't let him relax.

With a sudden burst of resolve, he sat up, grabbed the packet, and strode toward Siddharth's room, his footsteps heavy with purpose. Standing outside the door, he knocked firmly.

The door opened abruptly, and Siddharth's roommate greeted him without looking up. "Kya hai, be? Bola na nikal yaha se," he said in an irritated tone, assuming it was one of his friends.

The roommate froze mid-sentence when he glanced up and saw Abhishek standing there, his face stern. The boy stammered, "S-Sir... sorry... mujhe laga mera dost hai. Sorry!"

Abhishek raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Hmm," he replied curtly, stepping forward. "Siddharth kaha hai?"

The roommate stepped aside nervously, pointing toward the bed. "A-Andar hai, sir. So raha hai."

Abhishek walked in, his sharp gaze taking in the cluttered room—crumpled wrappers, scattered books, and a heap of clothes on a chair. His lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval as he approached Siddharth's bed.

Abhishek sat quietly at the corner of Siddharth's bed, his stern expression softening as he watched the younger boy sleep. Siddharth didn't stir, completely exhausted from the day's punishment. Abhishek sighed deeply, his anger fading as he noticed the dark circles under Siddharth's eyes and the faint traces of tears dried on his cheeks.

He reached out and gently ran his fingers through Siddharth's messy hair, a brotherly tenderness replacing his earlier frustration. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on Siddharth's hair. For a moment, he just sat there, his mind swirling with thoughts of how hard Siddharth had pushed himself and how much he needed rest.

Abhishek glanced at the packet in his hand before carefully placing it on the side table. His lips pressed into a thin line as he stood up, looking at Siddharth one last time. Without acknowledging Siddharth's roommate, who was watching him with curiosity, Abhishek quietly left the room.

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Later, during dinner, Siddharth's roommate nudged him awake. "Bhai, dinner time ho gaya. Uth ja, kitna soyega? Mess bandh ho jayegi phir," he said, shaking him lightly.

Siddharth groaned and pulled his blanket over his head, turning away. "Chhod na," he muttered groggily, his voice muffled by the blanket. But the moment he shifted, a sharp cramp shot through his legs.

"Aahh," Siddharth winced loudly, clutching his legs. The cramps intensified, and he began to massage his calves frantically. His roommate froze, unsure of what to do, as Siddharth pressed and kneaded his legs, his face contorted in pain.

It took a few minutes for the pain to subside, but by then, Siddharth's sleep was broken. He sat up slowly, his hair disheveled and his eyes half-closed, glaring at his roommate.

"Kya hai?" Siddharth snapped irritably. "Sota hua insaan humesha bura lagta hai kya tujhe? Hamesha utha deta hai." He rubbed his legs with an annoyed sigh. "Aur jab specially bolta hoon, tab uthana nahi hota. Kisi din mere haathon pit gaya na, beta, khada nahi reh payega," he added, his tone dripping with mock threat.