Unconditional Love

83. Love, in Every Way

Rohit came out of the room freshly showered, dressed in a loose t-shirt and joggers.

He ran a towel through his damp hair as he walked toward Virat, who was waiting patiently on the couch.

But even after the shower, his head still felt heavy. He sighed softly and rubbed at his temple.

Virat immediately noticed. "Come here, baby," he said gently, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

Rohit walked over, moving slower than usual, and sat down.

Virat's hand instinctively rested on his thigh, squeezing softly as he motioned to the coffee table in front of them.

Breakfast was laid out neatly.

Toast, fruit, juice, and something light Virat had specially ordered, knowing Rohit wouldn't want anything too heavy.

"Eat a little, it'll help," Virat coaxed, picking up a slice of toast and holding it out for him.

Rohit shook his head slightly. "I'm okay..."

Virat smiled patiently. "Rohit..." His voice was soft, coaxing in a way that made Rohit's heart ache in the best way.

"For me. Just a little." He nudged the toast closer. Rohit sighed but took it from him, nibbling on it slowly.

They sat like that quietly for a few moments, Virat making sure he ate enough before relaxing back into the couch.

Rohit leaned into him, resting his head on Virat's shoulder.

After a while, Rohit spoke, his voice hesitant. "Was I... too much trouble last night?" His eyes were downcast. "I'm sorry."

Virat turned immediately, cupping Rohit's jaw and making him look at him.

His eyes softened as he shook his head. "Don't ever say sorry for that." He kissed his temple tenderly. "I love you, Rohit. Every mood, every version of you. Drunk, tired, cranky, quiet... all of it. You're never trouble for me. Got it?"

Rohit swallowed thickly, nodding as he hugged Virat tightly.

His arms wrapped around Virat's middle, holding on for a long moment.

Then he pulled back just enough to look at him, his tone cautious. "What... more did I do?"

Virat's lips curved into a slow grin. "You really want to know?"

Rohit groaned. "Just tell me already."

Virat chuckled and launched into the recap. "You clung to me in the car and kept saying you wanted to be closer. Then, when we got to the villa, you wouldn't let go, even when I put you on the bed. You rambled for a full half-hour, baby," he teased, brushing his thumb over Rohit's cheek.

"Told me how much you loved when I flirt, how hot I look in my suits." His voice dropped a little, amused. "And then... you said you wanted to give me a nickname."

Rohit groaned again, face heating. "I did not..."

Virat laughed softly. "Oh, you did. You said you'd call me Love, because it sounded perfect in London. Or Jaan, but you said Love was better." His eyes were warm, full of affection. "I kinda liked it."

Rohit buried his face in his hands. "Please... can we keep this between us?" His voice was muffled. "No Aman, no Jassi, no one needs to know..."

Virat reached out and gently pried his hands away from his face. "Hey," he whispered, kissing his forehead softly.