The next day, it was Virat who woke up first, as Rohit had slept almost until morning. Before he could even try to open his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
"Ah!" He winced in pain.
He tried to get up but noticed a hand holding him tightly. He opened his eyes with great difficulty and saw Rohit. He was sleeping with his head in Rohit's lap.
For the first time that day, he saw Rohit properly. He had been avoiding him so much that he hadn't even looked at him closely until now. All he wanted to do was hug him and hide himself in his arms.
"I made a mistake," he thought, but those words wouldn't let him do that.
Virat got up carefully and made sure Rohit was lying down properly so he could get some more sleep. He went straight to the shower, hoping the cold water would help with the headache.
"How do you feel?" Rohit asked as Virat came out of the bathroom.
"Fine. Sorry for whatever stupidity I did yesterday," Virat said as he pulled on a T-shirt.
"Why did you drink?" Rohit asked, standing in front of him.
"None of your business," Virat replied, trying to leave. But Rohit didn't let him.
Rohit grabbed him by the shoulders, trapping him between his hands and the wall.
Virat didn't look at him. He knew he would be affected by his presence. He was trying hard not to be, as he was so hurt, but the feelings don't just disappear in one day, do they?
"Look at me, Virat," Rohit said sharply.
Virat looked up, and they couldn't help but stare at each other.
"Why did you drink so much? Do you want to get sick?" Rohit asked softly this time.
Virat could see the concern in his eyes but didn't want to get affected by it.
"Why do you care? You didn't care when you left me alone," Virat said, his voice full of hurt. It was the first time Rohit had heard him complain like this.
"Vi... I..." Rohit whispered, seeing the moisture in his eyes. He was so upset, realizing that he was the reason behind all those tears.
"Vi, please," Rohit said, wiping his tears.
"Don't, Rohit. It affects me a lot," Virat said, removing his hand.
"Vi..." Rohit moved closer, but Virat looked for answers. Before he could speak, their moment was broken by the ringing of Rohit's phone.
"You should get it," Virat said, wiping his tears and pushing past Rohit to leave the room.
As he was leaving, he saw the caller's name. "You're in touch with Neha?" Virat asked, shocked.
Virat picked up the phone and put it on speaker. He wasn't the type of person to do that, but right now everything was a mess in his head. Rohit's closeness had become one of the top reasons for this turmoil.
"Hey, baby, how are you?" he heard Neha's voice, and he looked at Rohit, who wouldn't meet his eyes.
"You were right. You actually did make a mistake," Virat said, keeping his phone back and leaving the room.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Rohit snapped at Neha after Virat left the room.
"Baby, stop yelling at me or you know the consequences, my love," Neha said in a sweet, yet cunning way.
"Why are you doing this, Neha? I thought we were friends," Rohit said in frustration.
"You should have thought about this before breaking up with me, Rohit."
"I didn't love you. Why would I spoil your life?"
Neha let out a soft, condescending laugh. "I never needed your love, Rohit. All I ever wanted was your status, your money. That's the real reason I stuck around."
Rohit felt his heart sink. "How wrong I was about you," he muttered, more to himself than to her. The woman he had once considered a friend now seemed like a stranger to him, someone he didn't even recognize.
Neha wasn't fazed by his disappointment. She laughed again, but this time it was sharp, cutting through the air. "Stop your whining, Rohit. If you don't want me to release the proof against Virat, I suggest you think about what you're doing. You know what I'm capable of."
Rohit's face hardened as he clenched his jaw. "I'll prove they're fake. Every single one of them. You can't scare me," he said, his voice low but firm, as if trying to convince himself as much as her.
Neha clicked her tongue in mock sympathy. "What do you want from me, Neha?" Rohit asked, his voice laced with exhaustion. He was done with the games, but it was clear she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
"I already told you. Accept me as your girlfriend in front of the whole world as soon as this tour is over," Neha said. "Time starts now, tick-tock," she added, hanging up the call.
"Anything, Aman?" Rohit asked, his tone impatient.
"We're about to get confirmation on the bank statements in an hour, and—wait, just a second, someone's at the door," Aman replied quickly, before his voice cut off.
A moment later, he returned to the call. "It's Virat sir. I'll call you back, Rohit sir," he said, hanging up.
Rohit stared at his phone, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. "Vi? Why is he there?" He thought, a sense of insecurity creeping in. The idea of Virat being with Aman for the night disturbed him more than he was willing to admit.
"Can I be there today, please?" Virat had asked, and Aman had responded immediately, "Of course, Virat."
Rohit's phone buzzed with a text from Aman.
Then came the message: "Virat sir is going to stay here tonight. Can't call you—he's already informed the team. Text me if you find out anything. P.S. Did you do something, Rohit sir? He looks miserable."
Rohit's grip on his phone tightened as he read the text. His thoughts immediately raced to the closeness between Virat and Aman. He was trying to be rational, but jealousy clawed at him. "Why are you making it so difficult, Vi?" he muttered to himself.
He couldn't help but imagine the two of them together, laughing, talking—too close. "Ugh," he groaned in frustration, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside.
Rohit sank back onto his bed, eyes staring at the ceiling remembering how everything started to end up like this.
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