Rohit woke up and noticed it was dinner time. He saw a text on his phone:
"We are going out with Mahi Bhai, you guys take some extra rest and make sure Virat has his dinner (Bhuvi being mom mode about it). Meet you directly in the morning so that we can hear the rest of your love story. Take care!
Don't do anything else if you do, use protection..."
- Jaddu
Rohit chuckled and blushed at that.
He kept the phone down and saw Virat sleeping peacefully, his head resting on Rohit's chest, clutching his shirt in his fist, and holding Rohit by the waist with his other hand.
Rohit smiled, admiring how babyish and innocent the position was.
He couldn't help but kiss his forehead lovingly.
How lucky he was to have Virat... he never thought Virat would talk to him about the Neha situation, but he did, with so much ease, making him feel comfortable about it.
Rohit had been feeling guilty for the most part, but Virat took all that away and made him feel better.
He noticed Virat moving a bit—he was waking up.
Rohit wrapped his arms around him, to which Virat cuddled closer, entangling his legs with Rohit's.
Virat opened his eyes and saw Rohit looking lovingly at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
"Just thinking how lucky I am," Rohit said, caressing his cheek, which had that sleepy, "Vi" kind of smile.
"Both are lucky," Virat said, moving on top of him and burying his face in his neck.
Rohit just wrapped his arms around Virat's waist, pulling him closer. "Dinner kare? Bhuvi sent a special message to make sure Virat has his dinner properly," said Rohit, caressing his hair.
"Hmm, man nahi kar raha, Ro," Virat whispered back.
"Kya hua, Vi?" Rohit asked, concerned.
"I don't know, but I just don't feel like it," said Virat.
Rohit broke the hug as Virat's head came to his chest.
He touched his forehead, but it was okay—at least no fever.
"Dizzy lag raha hai?" Rohit asked gently, getting worried for him.
Virat shook his head no against his chest.
"Let's try thoda thoda," Rohit said softly, caressing his hair.
Virat got up and went to freshen up. Rohit ordered dinner in the meantime.
Once he got freshened up, he saw Virat rummaging through his wardrobe for a shirt. He smiled at the sight.
"Teri woh white shirt kahan hai?" Virat asked him.
Rohit pulled his cheek as he watched Virat cutely searching for the shirt.
Rohit found the shirt—it was in the last compartment.
He helped Virat wear it, and as he was closing the buttons, Virat could feel butterflies in his stomach.
Rohit's hands brushed against his bare chest, and his soft touches were making Virat go crazy.
Virat knew Rohit was teasing him purposely.
Rohit caressed his hand over Virat's chest, keeping three buttons open.
"Ro," moaned Virat, placing his hands on Rohit's shoulders.
"Yes, baby," Rohit teased him, caressing his chest.
