In the massive gigantic estate of virat kohli, london
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(Virat's mansion)
Inside the massive mansion in the enormous living room
On the cold marble floor rohit Gurunath Sharma sat cross-legged on a silk-threaded Persian rug that cost more than a Mumbai penthouse
He's dressed in oversized sleep shirt, a soft cloud of ivory cotton, swamped his frame and matching comfy shorts
"It's late, even for him," Rohit whispered to the empty, cavernous room. "Maybe the jet was delayed. Or maybe he's staying another night in Paris. He liked the lights there. He said the lights were the only thing that didn't demand something from him."
He picked at a loose thread on his shorts "I could make tea. No, he hates the smell of chamomile when he's worked up I'll just tell the staff to prepare something." He muttered to himself as he looked at the grand grandfather clock, its pendulum swinging like a guillotine
He hasn't seen the boy he love the monster he married in 7 days virat went to France for some mafia thingy atleast that's what the menace told but Rohit wasn't dumb he knew virat's presence isn't required because after all virat is the God damn mafia God and one of the most dangerous and most powerful and most richest boy in the world and Rohit also knew why he actually left .... To get space from him.. Rohit wasn't complaining because this how things has been for the last 2 years since everything went down hill
And virat only talks him during sex and that's rare too these days but it's fine it's always fine
"I hope he come soon" He said to himself excitedly because today is birthday
"Thirty. I'm thirty today. I wonder if he remembers. Probably not. He's always busy always these" He grumbled
The heavy massive double doors of the mansion groaned open. The temperature in the room turned colder immediately,
The guards stationed outside the mansion at the estate with necks thicker than Rohit's thighs and eyes like dead glass all snapped their heels together and bowed standing in a synchronized wave of terror and reverence
Virat Kohli didn't acknowledge them as he walked in looking like a god he is
The experience black overcoat he was wearing was slightly dusted with snow
Virat was busy on a call on iPhone his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the floorboards as he talked to one of his best friends
"I don't care about the maritime laws in Sydney, Pat," Virat snapped into the phone. "If the shipment is seized, I want the port manager's head on a literal plate. Don't negotiate"
On the other end, Pat Cummins' voice was a frantic buzz.
"Vi! You're back!" Rohit said in his cheery happy voice as he adorably scrambled up from the rug and almost falling as his legs are numb from sitting for so long but he doesn't mind
