"Yes, Mr. Rohit Sharma, I will go on a date with you," Virat said, hugging him back.
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In the evening, while Virat was sleeping—having been made to sleep forcefully so that the tiredness from last night's fever would go away—Rohit made all the arrangements.
Virat woke up after some time and noticed that Rohit was not in the room. He freshened up and saw a package on the bed.
"Wear this and join me outside. Waiting for you, love," a note said.
Virat saw a simple yet classy outfit—a white shirt and beige pants—just the way he liked. He put it on and didn't bother setting his hair, knowing Rohit liked it messy.
He stepped outside and saw a small dinner setup with candlelight—not too cliché, but intimate. It was arranged on the sand, in front of the beach, with the stars reflecting on the water.
Rohit stood there with his signature smile, dressed in a simple light blue shirt and white pants.
Virat couldn't help but smile fondly at Rohit's choice of setup and everything else.
"You like it? It's just as you like—simple," Rohit said, wrapping his arms around Virat's waist.
"Love it," Virat replied, leaning into his embrace.
Rohit pecked his nose, unable to resist how cute he looked, grinning happily. The gesture made Virat blush.
"You look so hot, Ro, in that sky-blue shirt—cute and hot, both," Virat said as they remained in each other's embrace.
Rohit smiled at the compliment, placed a quick kiss on Virat's cheek, and gently pulled him toward the chair.
Rohit made Virat sit and began serving him.
"Ro, you don't have to do all this," Virat said, feeling a little overwhelmed by the pampering. He wasn't sure why, but Rohit's gestures left him speechless.
"I want to, Vi. I want everything to be perfect," Rohit said, pecking his lips unexpectedly, making Virat freeze in surprise.
"Pasta?" Virat took a bite. "You made this?" he asked, surprised, knowing that Rohit wasn't as skilled in the kitchen as he was.
"This was the first dish we cooked together, remember?" Rohit said with a fond smile. "Back when I was struggling with my feelings for you... and you never made me feel uncomfortable about it. This reminds me of the beginning of my love for you."
Rohit took the spoon from Virat and gently fed him another bite, his eyes filled with warmth.
Virat's eyes turned a bit teary—who would've thought that a simple dish could hold so much significance in their relationship?
Rohit gently wiped a tear from the corner of Virat's eye before making him eat another bite. Virat, in turn, made sure Rohit had some too.
"Wine too?" Virat asked with a happy smile.
Rohit nodded and poured a glass for both of them.
"You know, Ro, you're spoiling me a lot," Virat said, touched by Rohit's gestures and efforts.
"You deserve it all, my love," Rohit said, moving his chair closer and holding Virat's hands.
"You know, during the IPL... the whole time, I kept thinking I wasn't good enough for you. That I wasn't worth it. That you could find someone better... and that one day, you'd leave me. Vi, those thoughts were so scary—I can't even begin to tell you. Just the idea of you going away from me sends shivers down my spine.
"But then I came back to you... wrapped in your arms, feeling your love, your reassurance. You made me feel whole again. You made me feel loved. You made me feel at home. I can't tell you how much that meant to me, and how much you mean to me. I love you so much, Vi," Rohit confessed, his voice thick with emotion as tears rolled down both their cheeks.
Virat didn't say a word—he just leapt forward and hugged Rohit tightly.
"I love you too, Ro... I can't imagine my life without you," he whispered, holding him close.
Rohit hugged him back just as tightly, burying his face in Virat's neck, feeling the warmth of the only person who made him feel truly complete.
"Okay, enough of these tears... May I have the honor of dancing with you, Mr. Virat Kohli?" Rohit asked, extending his hand with a charming smile.
Virat happily took it, and they swayed to the melancholic music, the sound of the waves blending into their rhythm. The soft sand caressed their feet as Rohit's hands rested around Virat's waist, while Virat's arms wrapped around Rohit's neck. Their eyes locked, lost in the warmth of the moment, simply enjoying each other's presence.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Mr. Virat Kohli?" Rohit asked, pulling him closer.
Virat blinked in surprise at the sudden proposal but felt his heart swell with happiness. It was exactly how he had imagined—just the two of them, lost in each other, in the simplest yet most meaningful form of love.
"I would love to be your boyfriend, Mr. Rohit Sharma," Virat replied, his voice soft but filled with certainty.
Rohit smiled before placing a long, gentle kiss on Virat's forehead—an unspoken promise of love, assurance, and forever.
"You look so hot in that white shirt, Vi... Perfect outfit choice, if I do say so myself," Rohit complimented, taking another appreciative look at him.
Virat blushed at the remark, his heart fluttering.
"This is all so beautiful, Ro—simple yet elegant, just like us," Virat said, gazing around at the dreamy setup.
It was everything he had ever wished for—something he had only imagined sharing with his special one. And today, it was real. At this moment, with Rohit, he felt complete. Special. Loved.
After some time, they sat in front of the water, their wine glasses in hand.
Virat leaned back, resting against Rohit's chest as he sat on his lap. Rohit instinctively wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.
Virat traced soft circles on Rohit's palm, which rested around his waist, while Rohit gently caressed Virat's feet with his own.
The subtle touches sent warmth through them, allowing them to simply soak in each other's presence.
Once Rohit finished his wine, he set the glass aside and pulled Virat even closer, wrapping both arms securely around him.
Virat followed suit, placing his own glass aside before fully leaning into Rohit's embrace, surrendering to the warmth and love surrounding them.
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