Unconditional Love

81. Pebbles & Promises

Virat wrapped an arm around Rohit's waist as he guided him to the car, his grip steady but gentle.

Rohit was clinging to him, head resting on Virat's shoulder, his steps wobbly.

"Easy, baby," Virat murmured, helping him into the car carefully.

Rohit immediately pulled Virat down with him, refusing to let go.

Virat smiled softly, brushing his knuckles against Rohit's cheek. "Let me get us home, hmm?"

Rohit pouted but let him go with clear reluctance.

Virat moved to the driver's seat, about to start the car, when he glanced back at Rohit. His heart clenched.

Rohit was shifting in his seat, looking around with big, hazy eyes.

He mumbled, "I wanna be close... I feel weird, not alone please"

Virat sighed fondly. "You will be, baby. Just give me a second."

He didn't think twice. Virat grabbed his phone and made a call.

Within minutes, a driver arrived, and Virat had him take over.

It was a limo anyway, and Virat wasn't about to risk anyone seeing Rohit in this state.

He slid into the back with him and immediately hit the button, pulling up the center partition between them and the driver.

Privacy ensured.

Rohit's eyes lit up as soon as Virat sat down next to him.

Without hesitation, he climbed onto Virat's side, cuddling against him.

Virat chuckled, his arm instinctively going around Rohit's shoulders to steady him.

"You're so clingy when you're drunk," Virat teased softly, brushing Rohit's hair back from his forehead.

Rohit grinned lazily and tilted his face up. "You look... so hot in your CEO mode," he whispered, his words slurring slightly, but his intention was clear.

His fingers trailed along Virat's tie, fumbling a little but determined. "Black suit... you're too handsome, Virat..."

Virat felt his chest squeeze at how Rohit was trying to flirt with him.

He looked like he was concentrating so hard, eyes heavy but still focused on Virat with adoration.

There was zero filter in him right now. It was almost painfully adorable.

"I'm yours, Ro," Virat murmured, kissing his temple as he tightened his hold. "You don't have to be drunk to tell me that."

Rohit nuzzled into him, sighing happily. "Mine," he repeated sleepily, snuggling closer.

Virat smiled to himself, resting his cheek on Rohit's head.

His hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on Rohit's back as the car moved through the London streets.

Protective. Content.

Completely his.

The car slowed to a halt outside the villa. Virat thanked the driver, handing him a generous tip before dismissing him.

He waited until the cab was out of sight before turning back to Rohit, who was still snuggled into his side, half-asleep and humming softly.

Virat smiled, heart ridiculously full. "Come on, baby," he murmured.

Carefully, he opened the door and slid out, then turned and gently scooped Rohit up in his arms.

Rohit stirred a little but immediately nestled his face into Virat's chest, letting out a content sigh.