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(Virat's mansion)
Inside Virat Kohli's massive, heavily guarded mansion, absolute chaos was unfolding.
Rohit Sharma-30 years old, 5'8, a bratty but adorably kind menace-was currently sick as hell and milking it for all it was worth.
Virat Kohli-27 years old, 6'4, a cold, ruthless mafia billionaire feared by the world-was experiencing hell on earth.
And why?
Because his adorable little menace of a husband had a fever.
And if Rohit had a fever?
Everyone suffered.
The Morning from Hell
Virat had woken up at 6 AM, as usual, ready to handle his empire, and kill some enemies.
What he was not ready for? A sick rohit kholi
The dramatic, groaning, half-dead creature sprawled on their massive, silk-covered bed.
Rohit was wrapped in their blanket like a burrito, his hair a mess, and his eyes half-open as he whimpered pitifully.
Virat frowned, his cold gaze softening slightly as he placed a hand on Rohit's forehead.
Burning.
"Baby... you have a fever," Virat muttered, brushing his fingers over Rohit's flushed cheek.
Rohit?
Playing it up like he was on his deathbed.
"V-Virat..." Rohit whispered weakly, grabbing onto Virat's shirt like he was about to take his last breath. "I think... I'm dying..."
Virat?
Already done.
"You're not dying," he sighed, lifting Rohit's limp body effortlessly into his lap. "You just have a fever, you drama queen."
Rohit Was Pissed.
"How dare you?" he sniffled. "This is serious!"
Virat was holding back a laugh.
"Of course, jaan," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Rohit's temple. "Let's get you some medicine, okay?"
Rohit the adorable menace was making it as difficult as possible.
"NOOO!" he suddenly screeched, flailing dramatically in Virat's hold. "I HATE MEDICINE!"
Virat was running out his patience
"Rohit..." he growled. "Don't make me force you."*
Rohit?
Smirking like the little shit he was.
"Oh?" he whispered, looking up at Virat with mischievous eyes. "Force me, then."*
Virat?
Regretting his life choices.
Getting Rohit to take medicine was worse than dealing with a mafia war.
First, he refused to open his mouth.
Then, he whined like a child.
Then, he tried to bribe Virat with kisses.
Virat?
Officially at his limit.
"Enough," Virat growled, grabbing Rohit's jaw in one hand and the spoonful of medicine in the other. "You are going to take this, or I swear-"
Rohit suddenly took the spoon from virat's and threw it.
"Oops." Rohit whispered like an adorable menace he was
Virat was furious "rohit!" He said his voice stern and screaming authority
While rohit giggling "you're soo easy to mess with viruuu" he said patting virat's cheeks
And virat? Oh he was done absolutely done
Without another word, he grabbed the medicine bottle, took a sip, and slammed his lips against Rohit's, forcing him to swallow it.
Rohit was Shocked his brain short circuiting
"Mmph-!"
Virat was nonchalant hell
When he pulled back, Rohit was red-faced, breathless, and glaring.
"CHEATER!" Rohit screamed. "That's not FAIR!"
Virat smirked like a devil
"Oh, but it worked," he murmured, licking his lips. "Want me to do it again?"
Covering his mouth immediately "You're evil!" Rohit siad glaring weakly
Virat was loving every second of it
After forcing Rohit to take his medicine, Virat thought the worst was over.
He was wrong.
Because now?
Rohit was the neediest, clingiest sick person on earth.
He refused to sleep unless Virat held him.
He refused to eat unless Virat fed him.
He refused to let Virat go anywhere.
"Virat, don't leave meeeeeee!"
"Baby, I need to work-"
"WORK IS STUPID! STAY WITH ME!"
Virat Had never been more exhausted.
Meanwhile rohit is having the time of his life
After hours of drama, fighting, and Rohit being the most spoiled brat on the planet
By now, Rohit's fever had gone down, but he was still curled up in Virat's lap, refusing to move.
"You love me, right?" Rohit whispered, looking up at Virat with puppy eyes.
Virat sighed, but hopelessly in love.
"Of course, baby."
"Even when I annoy you?" Rohit asked cutely
"Always." Virat replied pecking rohit's soft lips
"Even when I threw the spoon?" Rohit asked his head turning slightly
Virat narrowed his eyes.
"Rohit." Virat said sternly
"Oops~" rohit giggled
And just like that
The chaos would never end especially when you have a rohit sharma in your life
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