Half of the IPL had passed, and things were going well between Virat and Rohit. They exchanged stolen glances during matches, shared tender moments in the hotel room, and stayed connected through calls when they were apart. Their texts were filled with care and affection, painting the picture of a perfect relationship.
But was it really perfect? Rohit wondered.
Lately, he had been feeling detached—not from Virat, but from himself. With Virat, everything felt different yet complete. Virat had given him a kind of love no one else ever had, both as a friend and now as a partner.
However, whenever they were apart, Rohit found himself drowning in his own thoughts and insecurities—feelings he hadn't even known existed.
Scrolling through social media, he saw posts of AB and Virat together, their camaraderie on full display. It didn't make him jealous, but it left him deeply insecure.
"It's not that I think Virat would ever leave me," Rohit muttered to himself one sleepless night. "It's me. I'm just... not worthy of him."
These thoughts began to eat away at him, causing restless nights and a cascade of unresolved emotions.
"Hey, Ro!" Rohit heard Virat's excited voice on the phone, and it instantly made him smile.
"Hey, love," Rohit greeted back warmly. Virat began enthusiastically telling him about his day, his voice brimming with energy.
For a moment, everything felt better. But the nagging feeling in Rohit's heart lingered—the thought that he wasn't worthy of Virat's love or, worse, that he wasn't worthy of Virat at all.
"Ro, I miss you soooo much!" Virat said in the cutest voice, snapping Rohit out of his thoughts. The way Virat said it made Rohit want nothing more than to hug him tightly.
"You know what happened today?" Virat continued, diving into a detailed narration of everything that had happened. Rohit listened patiently, soaking in every word. He loved this about Virat—how he could talk about anything and everything, never hiding a single thing.
Rohit chimed in occasionally, but his responses were minimal.
"Are you okay, Ro? You sound a little different," Virat asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"It's nothing. I'm fine, Vi," Rohit replied quickly.
"You sure?"
"I just... I just miss you a lot," Rohit said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Oh, Ro," Virat said softly. "We'll meet soon, don't worry."
But Virat wasn't convinced. Something felt off. Rohit's voice lacked its usual warmth, and he seemed distracted. Virat had to call his name two or three times to pull him back into the conversation.
"Rohit, kya hua?" Virat asked again, his tone gentle and filled with concern.
"I'll call you later, Vi. The team's calling for dinner," Rohit said abruptly, dodging the conversation.
"Bye. See you soon."
"Yeah," Rohit murmured before ending the call.
As he buried his face in the pillow, he ignored the repeated calls from his teammates for dinner. His appetite had vanished, consumed by the overthinking that troubled him—the relentless question of whether he was truly worthy of Virat's love.
During this half of the IPL, all Rohit seemed to do in his spare moments was scroll through social media. Post after post showcased how perfect AB and Virat looked together or how seamless KL and Virat's bond seemed. Each image and caption made him more self-conscious about his own appearance, his personality—everything.
