Unconditional Love

85. Where Love Led Us

The next afternoon, as they lounged lazily in the villa after their morning stroll, Virat's phone buzzed sharply on the table.

He glanced at it, his brows furrowing the moment he saw "Rahul Bhai" flashing on the screen.

He picked it up immediately, stepping toward the balcony as he answered.

Rohit watched him quietly, noticing the sudden shift in Virat's expression as the call went on.

Serious. Focused.

The easy smiles of earlier replaced with a furrowed brow.

After a few minutes, Virat ended the call with a heavy sigh and walked back inside.

"Baby," Virat said softly, coming to stand in front of Rohit, who was sitting on the couch. "We have to head back tonight... Rahul Bhai needs me. It's urgent."

For a second, Rohit's heart sank—but he quickly pushed it away, standing up and placing a reassuring hand on Virat's shoulder.

"It's okay, Virat. Really," he said gently.

Virat looked guilty, though. "I'm sorry... we had plans... I wanted to take you to that lake you mentioned and—"

"Stop," Rohit cut in, his tone firm but warm. "You don't have to apologise. I know Rahul Bhai wouldn't call unless it was important. I'm not upset."

Virat held his gaze for a moment longer, searching for any hint of disappointment, but all he found was understanding and reassurance in Rohit's eyes.

Rohit gave him a small smile. "Go. You finish up whatever you need on call. I'll start packing our things."

Virat hesitated, but then his phone rang again.

He sighed and answered, walking toward the study as Rahul Bhai started going over the situation in detail.

Rohit exhaled slowly, looking around their cozy space.

Without wasting time, he moved to pack their bags, folding Virat's clothes neatly, gathering their stuff, and double-checking everything.

Once done, he ordered them some food, figuring they both needed something warm before the flight.

By the time Virat finished his call, Rohit was seated quietly on the bed, scrolling absently through his phone, their packed bags already by the door, and the food laid out on the small table nearby.

Virat walked in, his face tired but grateful.

His eyes softened when he saw Rohit waiting patiently for him. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and, without a word, knelt down in front of Rohit.

"I'm really sorry," Virat said again, his hands resting gently on Rohit's knees, his voice thick with guilt. "This wasn't supposed to end like this."

Rohit set his phone aside and cupped Virat's cheeks in both hands. "It's not the end, it's the start love, No more apologies," he said softly, brushing his thumb over Virat's jaw.

"This was the best trip, Virat. I mean it. We got time together... that's all I wanted. Don't you dare apologise for things beyond your control."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Virat's forehead, lingering there for a second before pulling back with a soft smile.

Virat let out a shaky breath, the guilt easing just a little.

Rohit gave his thigh a gentle pat. "Now get up and sit beside me," Rohit said with a playful nudge.

Virat smiled, a little more relaxed, and stood up, settling next to Rohit on the bed.

Rohit leaned into him instinctively, their shoulders brushing.

"You called me love?" Virat said and Rohit realised feeling shy, Virat lifted his chin up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, "I love it"

"Let's eat," Rohit said after a beat.

"Then we'll head back together. It's okay, Virat. We'll come again."

Virat tilted his head toward him, grateful, and pressed a kiss to Rohit's temple. "Yeah... we will."

Virat and Rohit went over everything one last time, double-checking to make sure they hadn't left anything behind in the villa.

Rohit zipped up the last of their bags, glancing around the room with a faint smile, while Virat stood by the doorway watching him with quiet affection.

Once everything was done, Virat stepped forward and, without a word, slid his arms around Rohit's waist from behind, tugging him back against his chest.

Rohit let out a soft exhale, leaning into the familiar warmth.

"I love you, baby," Virat murmured, lips brushing softly against Rohit's ear. "Thanks for making this special... with your efforts, your confession... everything."

Rohit turned slightly in his arms, his hands coming up to rest on Virat's chest. "You don't have to thank me," he replied gently. "I really had the best time... better than I ever imagined."

Virat gave him a look, one that was equal parts fondness and teasing.

"I loved the playful, drunk you," he smirked. "In our private space, I'd love to see that side of you again."

Rohit flushed immediately, his ears turning pink as he swatted Virat's chest lightly. "Stop..." he muttered, though the shy smile tugging at his lips made it clear he wasn't really protesting.

Virat wasn't having any of it.

His fingers slid under Rohit's chin, lifting it up gently until their eyes met.

Then, with a look that made Rohit's stomach flip, Virat leaned in and kissed him.

Deep and soft at first, then slow and melting, a kiss that made Rohit's knees go weak.

He clutched at Virat's shirt instinctively, the world narrowing to the warmth of his lips and the sure hands that kept him steady at his waist.

When they finally broke apart, breathing slightly ragged, Rohit could barely think.

His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to calm his breathing, blinking up at Virat like he was seeing him for the first time.

"Wow," Rohit whispered, voice shaky but awed. "Oh God..."

Virat's lips curved into that knowing smirk again, his thumb brushing over Rohit's flushed cheek.

His voice dropped husky and low as he murmured, "I told you, baby... I'd take your breath away when I kissed you."

Rohit could only nod faintly, cheeks burning as he whispered back, "You drive me crazy..."

Virat chuckled, soft and wicked all at once. "That's the idea, baby."

Unable to handle Virat's gaze any longer, Rohit ducked his head and buried his face in Virat's shoulder, hiding his blush. Virat's arms wrapped tighter around him, holding him close, chin resting lightly on Rohit's head.

"London's special," Rohit mumbled against his shoulder, his voice warm and soft.

Virat smiled. "Yeah... our first vacation, your first hangover—"

Rohit groaned into his shoulder, "Don't remind me!"

Virat laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to Rohit's hair. "—our love confession, our first kiss," he added, his voice gentle now. "Indeed... special."

They stood there for a few more quiet seconds, just breathing each other in, before Virat reluctantly loosened his hold. "Come on, baby," he said softly. "Time to go home."

Hand in hand, they walked out of their villa, the memories of their first trip together etched in both their hearts as they departed for home.

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