Unconditional Love

80. Holding You Close

Rohit let out a long sigh as he rested his head in Virat's lap.

"I got so tired," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment, his body finally relaxing.

Virat smiled, his hand automatically going to Rohit's hair, running his fingers through the soft strands in slow, soothing motions.

"Thank you, baby," Virat said quietly, his voice warm. "For doing all this... you didn't have to, but I really appreciate it. And I loved it."

Rohit hummed in response, his lips twitching into a small, sleepy smile. "How was your meeting?" he asked softly.

"It was okay," Virat replied, fingers still moving gently.

"I have one more tomorrow evening. You can come with me if you want. It's a nice place... you can enjoy the surroundings while I wrap it up. Shouldn't take more than an hour. Then we can come back here together."

Rohit opened his eyes briefly and nodded, "Okay."

Virat's eyes softened as he watched him, his thumb brushing over Rohit's temple affectionately.

Then, with a mischievous smile, Virat shifted slightly and ran his fingers along Rohit's foot.

Rohit's eyes shot open. "Don't do that!" he half-whispered, half-laughed, trying to pull his leg back.

Virat chuckled quietly. "Shh, relax..." he said, continuing his gentle massage on Rohit's feet, his touch tender and calming.

Despite his initial protest, Rohit's body gave up the fight almost instantly under Virat's care.

His breathing deepened, his eyes fluttered shut again, and within minutes, he was asleep.

Virat glanced down at him, his expression turning soft and full of affection.

Carefully, he shifted, lifting Rohit in his arms.

Rohit stirred faintly but didn't wake, simply nestling closer as Virat adjusted them both on the bed.

Virat settled back, Rohit's back resting snug against his chest, his arms wrapped around him protectively.

He pressed a light kiss into Rohit's hair before resting his cheek there.

They fell asleep like that, holding each other close, the quiet London night wrapping them in a peaceful stillness.

The next evening, the villa buzzed with quiet energy as both of them got ready for Virat's meeting.

Virat adjusted the cuffs of his crisp black shirt before sliding on his dark coat, glancing at his reflection once before turning to look for Rohit.

And then he saw him.

Rohit stood by the dresser, fixing his hair, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that hugged him in all the right places.

For a moment, Virat just stared, completely still, his breath caught in his throat. 

Rohit turned slightly, adjusting his tie, unaware of the effect he was having.

Virat walked over, his fingers automatically reaching out. "Let me," he murmured.

Rohit's eyes flickered to him, and without a word, he stood still as Virat took the tie in his hands, carefully tightening it and smoothing it down against his chest.

Then Virat reached for his coat, helping him slip it on.

His hands lingered after, smoothing out the jacket lapels slowly, deliberately.