Unconditional Love

78. Wrapped in You

Rohit stepped out of the shower, running a towel through his hair.

His eyes immediately found Virat, who was sitting at the small work desk, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched on his nose, flipping through documents with quiet focus.

The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on him, making him look effortlessly beautiful. Rohit smiled to himself.

Virat looked up, as if sensing his gaze, and handed him the hotel menu without a word.

"Order something for dinner, baby," Virat said softly, eyes warm. "I'll wrap this up in ten."

Rohit took the menu with a small nod and found his place beside Virat on the couch. He leaned his head against Virat's shoulder, needing the closeness.

Virat's free hand instinctively found Rohit's head, fingers brushing through damp hair.

He pressed a soft kiss to Rohit's temple before turning back to his notes.

Rohit ordered dinner quietly, not wanting to disturb him.

When he was done, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, just listening to the quiet sounds of Virat's pen scratching across paper and the occasional turn of a page.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and their dinner arrived.

Virat finally shut his laptop with a small sigh and joined Rohit at the table.

They ate in comfortable silence, Virat occasionally offering him an extra bite, and Rohit pretending to pout until Virat gave in.

Once they were done, Virat wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair.

"Once these meetings are over," Virat said, stretching his arms above his head, "we'll go to the London market... there's a couple of places I think you'll like. A park, too. Quiet, but beautiful."

Rohit smiled. "You've been here before?"

Virat nodded.

"Once. With Rahul Bhai, years back. When I was just stepping in professional world", His eyes softened with the memory. "I had the most amazing pastry here. Some tiny bakery Rahul Bhai insisted on finding. I can still taste it."

Rohit's ears perked up. He mentally underlined it, circling the thought in bright red: Ask Rahul Bhai about the pastry place. Surprise Virat.

"Sounds good," Rohit replied casually, though his mind was already plotting.

He wanted it to be perfect.

He wanted Virat to remember this trip. Not as a CEO trip, not as a planned holiday... but as their holiday.

Virat got up, tugging Rohit's wrist gently, "Come on. You're thinking too much."

Rohit blinked at him. "How do you always know?"

Virat smirked, tugging him toward the couch again. "Because it's you, baby."

And Rohit thought, I'm going to tell you. Just wait.

Later that night, after they'd finished dinner and talked about plans, Rohit found himself curled up against Virat on the couch.

The soft hum of the city outside was distant, and the villa was warm and quiet.

Virat leaned back comfortably, and Rohit nuzzled closer, sliding his arms around Virat's waist and resting his head on his chest.

Virat chuckled softly, one hand immediately stroking up and down Rohit's back. "Comfy?" he asked, his voice low and affectionate.