Virat rushed upstairs to find his phone in the drawer, but he noticed Rohit's wasn't there. They had both placed their phones there when they arrived at the cottage.
He tried calling Rohit, but his number was unreachable. Next, he called Aman, only to receive a text saying he was stuck in a meeting.
Virat couldn't help but worry now. He sat down with the support of the bed, deciding to wait for some time.
A tear trickled down his cheek as he tried convincing himself it was just a nightmare.
Virat paced around the room, desperately trying to call Rohit again and again. The phone was finally reachable, but Rohit wasn't picking up.
"Please, please, Ro, pick up the phone. Where are you? I hope you're okay," Virat thought, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was terrified, imagining the worst—what if something had happened to him?
"Aman! Thank God you picked up! Rohit isn't here. Did he inform you? Where is he? Can you send me a car?" Virat blurted out the moment Aman answered his call.
"Sir, I can't send any car as the road is blocked. You'll have to wait for three days. As for Rohit sir—he returned to Mumbai, to his house," Aman replied before hanging up.
Returned back. Those two words echoed in Virat's mind, over and over again.
"Did he do something wrong?" That was all Virat could think of.
Aman had texted, assuring him that nothing was wrong with Rohit—everything and everyone was okay.
"Then why did he go back?" Virat wondered to himself.
Moments later, another text arrived, this time from Rohit. Virat's eyes grew moist as he read it.
"I made a mistake."
He stared at the message, reading it over and over. Was he seeing it correctly? Did it really say MISTAKE?
Without hesitation, Virat called Rohit. This time, Rohit picked up.
"Yes?" Rohit's voice came through.
"Ro?" Virat whispered softly.
"Vi, I already texted you. Why are you calling me?" Rohit replied, his tone distant.
He's still calling me Vi, Virat thought, his heart aching.
"Ro, what mistake? Why did you say that? Why did you leave?" Virat's voice trembled as he questioned him.
"Look, Vi, I made a mistake. I was vulnerable after breaking up with Neha, and you were there for me, so I thought maybe I liked you. But it's not that—I see you as a friend only. I came back before we could cross any..."
Virat couldn't bear to listen any further. He hung up the call, his hands trembling, his mind reeling.
His eyes drifted to the texts on his phone.
"Road is blocked, so you can come later."
That was Rohit's message.
"I did a mistake!"
"Vi, I promise you this is real."
"I see you as a friend."
"Vi, this is not just attraction—it's much more than that."
"I came back before we could cross..."
Each phrase played in a loop in Virat's mind, the weight of Rohit's words pressing down on him like a crushing burden.
The difference between what Rohit had said and the messages he'd sent left Virat utterly confused, his heart shattered into pieces he couldn't begin to gather.
"I want our first to be special!"
"Ughhh!" Virat cried out in frustration, anger, and sadness as he threw his phone onto the bed. The emotions inside him felt too much to handle.
His eyes landed on the vase on the side table, and without thinking, he grabbed it and threw it across the room. It shattered into pieces, the sound echoing in the silence.
He looked around the room, and all he could feel was Rohit's presence.
Virat stepped into the shower and let the cold water wash over him. He closed his eyes, feeling the water mix with his tears. His mind replayed the memories of all the good times he had with Rohit.
Flashback,
"Rohit, pass me the chili powder," Virat asked as he prepared dinner for both of them.
Rohit passed it to him, but when Virat sprinkled it in the dal, some accidentally went into his eye.
"Oww!" Virat hissed.
"What happened?" Rohit rushed to him.
"Vi, don't rub it," Rohit said, gently taking Virat's hand away. He could see that Virat's eye had turned red, and he couldn't even open it.
Rohit took his hand and led him to the kitchen sink. "Vi, bend down a little," he said, washing his eyes with cold water.
"It's still paining," Virat said, tears starting to run down his cheeks.
"I know, Vi. Wait a sec. Don't touch your shirt, there's chili powder on it too! I don't know what you were doing with that chili powder," Rohit teased.
"Don't scold me now," Virat mumbled.
Rohit helped Virat upstairs to the bathroom.
"Vi, take your shirt off," Rohit said.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me while my eyes are closed?" Virat teased, smiling despite the pain.
"Shut up!" Rohit said, quickly removing it himself. He couldn't help but glance at Virat's abs.
"Ro, you can stare later, but right now, my eyes are still paining," Virat said, noticing the blush on Rohit's face.
Rohit cleaned Virat's eyes one more time before making him lay in bed. He covered him with the comforter and sat beside him, placing ice gently on his eyes. He kept it there for 15 minutes.
"Keep them closed for a bit, I'll bring dinner upstairs," Rohit said, heading downstairs. He came back after 15 minutes, bringing the food so they wouldn't have to go down again.
"Feeling better?" Rohit asked as Virat opened his eyes, which were still a little red.
"Yeah, a little painful, but bearable," Virat replied.
Rohit made him eat his dinner and ate his own. After they were finished, he sat beside Virat.
"Ro, give me a shirt from the cupboard; it's cold," Virat asked.
"My body warmth is enough, right?" Rohit winked, pulling him into his arms and covering them both with the comforter.
"See? Perfect, right?" Rohit asked, and Virat hugged him tightly.
"Very perfect," Virat said, his voice full of contentment.
Flashback ends.
It had been almost 45 minutes that Virat was under the shower, thinking about how Rohit had taken care of him.
Virat opened his eyes and turned off the shower. He was about to pick a shirt, but instead, he chose a hoodie that covered him completely.
"This is my reality, everyone dumps me!" Virat thought bitterly.
Three days of loneliness. Wow. This is what I deserve after planning everything.
Wake up, Virat Kohli. This is your reality.
He thought, picking up a bottle of whiskey. He sat near the window, the only place that didn't remind him of Rohit.
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