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Also I suck at writing smut so forgive me if it's bad🙂
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BGT 1st Test - Morning Before the Match
The locker room was filled with the usual noise
Virat joking with Jadeja, Shubman adjusting his pads, and Ishan humming a Bollywood tune way too loud.
But amid the chaos, Rohit Sharma sat quietly, lacing up his shoes.
Everyone thought he'd open. It was natural. He always did
And KL Rahul returning after a break was expected to bat in the middle order.
That was the plan, the rumor, the strategy everyone assumed.
But Rohit had spoken to the coach the night before. He had quietly offered his opening spot to KL. No drama. No need for attention.
A quiet act of love.
KL Rahul entered then, his 6'3 frame demanding attention without trying. Dressed in his practice kit, body carved like a god, face unreadable and devastatingly handsome
Conversations quieted as he walked in. Everyone noticed him. Everyone always noticed him
He stopped in front of Rohit.
Not a thank you. Not even a smile.
Just a slight tilt of his head and a whisper, low and direct:
"Come to the mansion tonight"
Then he walked off, leaving the older man blinking, his heart skipping like a teenager's
Virat watched the exchange from across the room, nudging Jadeja with a knowing smirk
Ishan raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Bro" Shubman murmured to Hardik, "He really gave up the opening slot for rah bhaiya?"
Hardik just nodded, eyes lingering on Rohit, whose cheeks were now tinged a soft pink
After match
The dressing room as usual buzzed with celebration. Music played from someone's speaker
Shreyas and Surya were dancing in the corner while Virat popped open a cold drink and shouted "That's how you start a series!"
KL Rahul had played like a man on fire elegant, destructive, impossible to ignore. He had silenced doubters and stolen headlines
Rohit, batting quietly at No. 4, had built the bridge between innings. Calm. Steady. Selfless.
He sat now, wiping sweat off his forehead, away from the noise
His heart swelled watching the team laugh, knowing he had played his part even if no one wrote about it.
Rahul walked in, freshly showered, dressed in crisp black, hair still damp
Everyone turned to look at him he was a walking brand, a walking fantasy.
He passed by the group, sharing a few words with Virat, bumping fists with Jadeja, and clapping Hardik's back
Then he stopped in front of Rohit. Again, no thank you
Just a lean down, lips brushing near the older man's ear.
'Don't keep me waiting tonight"
And he left
Rohit didn't move. His ears burned. Virat caught his eye and just shook his head with a grin "Hopeless"he muttered.
