Virat was the first to wake up. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he found himself draped over Rohit, their bodies still entwined beneath the soft sheets. Their clothes lay discarded on the side, silent reminders of the night they had shared.
A warm blush crept up Virat's cheeks as realization sank in—they were complete, two souls now one.
He turned his gaze to Rohit, who was still fast asleep, his face relaxed in peaceful slumber. Virat couldn't help but stare, his heart swelling with affection. This was the love of his life—his to hold, his to cherish.
Smiling softly, he pressed a gentle kiss to Rohit's forehead, then his cheeks, and finally, a quick peck on his lips.
Rohit stirred at the soft touch, his eyes fluttering open. A lazy smile stretched across his lips as he took in the sight of Virat gazing at him.
"Morning, baby," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleep as he placed a lingering kiss on Virat's cheek.
"Morning, Ro," Virat replied, his voice soft and filled with warmth.
As Rohit's sleepy eyes adjusted to the morning light, memories of the previous night flooded back. His gaze met Virat's, who was already watching him knowingly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
"You okay? Any pain?" Rohit asked gently, concern lacing his tone, cutting off any teasing before it could begin.
Virat smiled at his care. "A little," he admitted honestly.
Rohit frowned slightly, but before he could say anything, he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, shoot! I was supposed to give you something yesterday!" he exclaimed, sitting up.
He reached for his pants from the side, rummaging through the pocket until he pulled out a small box.
Curious, Virat watched as Rohit opened it, revealing a delicate chain with a ring attached. Virat's eyes widened as he took a closer look—the ring had their initials engraved on it.
"You like it?" Rohit asked, watching Virat's expression with anticipation.
Virat's fingers brushed over the ring, tracing the engraved letters. "I love it," he murmured, admiration shining in his eyes.
Rohit smiled, taking the chain and gently clasping it around Virat's neck. The ring rested perfectly against his chest.
Virat leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Rohit's cheek. "It's beautiful," he whispered.
Rohit's gaze softened as he admired how the ring looked against Virat's skin. "It looks perfect on you," he said, before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss right where the ring rested against Virat's chest—a silent promise, a mark of love.
After a few minutes of lying in Rohit's embrace, Virat slowly got up, stretching as he reached for the nearest shirt—Rohit's. He slipped it on, the fabric draping over him, stopping just above his knees.
Rohit, still lounging against the pillows, took one look at him and groaned. "Vi, don't make me lose control again," he muttered, his voice low and filled with desire.
Virat smirked, walking over to him with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I wouldn't mind, Ro," he whispered, winking playfully.
Rohit shook his head, chuckling, he pulled Virat and closed the buttons, Virat leaned down and helped him put on his shirt. As Virat leaned down, a slight wince crossed his face—his lower back aching from the night before.
Rohit immediately noticed, his teasing demeanor vanishing as concern took over. Without a word, he got up and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Virat's waist, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Baby, I—"
Before he could apologize, Virat placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Don't say sorry and ruin this beautiful moment, Ro," he whispered, his eyes filled with nothing but love.
Rohit melted at that, pulling him into a warm embrace. They stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, soaking in the quiet intimacy of the morning.
A little later, Rohit led Virat upstairs to their bedroom. Wanting to ease Virat's soreness, he quickly showered before preparing a warm bath for him. The water was just the right temperature, soothing and filled with calming scents.
When Rohit came outside, he saw Virat sitting on the bed. As he moved closer, Virat wrapped his arms around Rohit's waist and buried his head in his stomach.
Rohit gently caressed his hair. "I've prepared a warm water bath for you. It will help you relax and soothe the pain a bit," he said softly.
Virat broke the hug and, noticing Rohit shirtless, looked up at him with a smirk. "We could have relaxed together," he said, winking.
"Oh, we will—but not now," Rohit replied, handing him a towel.
Virat went into the bathroom while Rohit cleaned the movie room and put their clothes in the laundry. He then prepared breakfast for both of them.
After 30 minutes, Virat came downstairs feeling much better. "You were right, it did help," he said, giving Rohit a quick hug.
And after a while Rohit noticed that Virat hadn't said anything more and seemed lost in his thoughts. Concerned, he moved closer and gently cupped Virat's cheeks.
"What happened, love?" he asked softly.
Virat sighed before showing him his phone. "We have to go back. The next series schedule is out, and we need to reach the team hotel by tonight."
Rohit read the message and immediately wrapped his arms around Virat. Without a word, Virat buried his face in Rohit's chest, seeking comfort.
"Don't worry," Rohit murmured, caressing his hair. "We're still going to be together."
After a moment, Virat pulled back slightly and looked into Rohit's eyes. "Ro... if you want, we can tell everyone about us," he said hesitantly.
Rohit searched his face. "Are you sure?" he asked, cupping Virat's cheeks again.
Virat nodded. "Yeah, I am. But... I'm a little nervous too," he admitted honestly.
Rohit smiled, pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "We'll do it together," he promised.
"Let's just tell the seniors first... maybe Mahi bhai too. Just them for now," Virat suggested cautiously.
"As long as you're comfortable, Vi," Rohit replied softly, his support unwavering.
With that decision made, they wrapped up their breakfast and packed their luggage. It was time to leave.
As they stood there, Virat took one last look around, taking in the beauty of the place—the serenity of the beach, the warmth of the sun, and most importantly, the precious moments they had spent together, completely lost in each other.
Rohit, feeling the same, side-hugged him. Virat turned to face him, and without a word, he leaned in for a final kiss—one last stolen moment before they returned to reality.
Under the golden sunlight, with the waves crashing in the distance, Rohit wrapped his arms around Virat's waist and kissed him back, pouring every ounce of love into it.
"Thank you for this holiday, baby," Rohit whispered as he pulled him into a tight embrace. "It was the best holiday I've ever had."
Virat simply hugged him back just as tightly, letting his love speak through his embrace.
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