Harry sat in his dimly lit room, the glow of his phone screen casting a somber light on his troubled expression. His social media feed had turned into a battleground of hurtful comments and malicious trolls, each word piercing his heart like a sharp dagger. The weight of negativity bore down on his shoulders, suffocating him with loneliness and despair. It felt like the world was closing in on him as he scrolled through the endless stream of hate.
Meanwhile, Rohit, fondly known as B'Ro within the cricket team, sensed his younger brother's struggle from afar. Their bond ran deeper than mere teammates; it was a connection forged through shared experiences, trust, and unconditional support. Harry wasn't just a player to Rohit; he was family—a cherished member whose well-being mattered profoundly.
Rohit stood outside Harry's door, concern furrowing his brow as he heard faint sobs from within. Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and entered Harry's room, his presence a comforting balm in the suffocating silence that enveloped Harry.
Harry looked up, eyes red-rimmed and teary, as Rohit settled beside him on the bed. No words were exchanged at first, the weight of Harry's pain hanging heavy in the air. But Rohit's mere presence spoke volumes—of understanding, empathy, and unwavering support.
After a moment of shared silence, Rohit spoke softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the turmoil. "Harry Kiddo, I can see that you're struggling. You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Harry sniffled, his gaze dropping to his trembling hands. "It's just... the comments, the hate. It's like I can't escape it, no matter where I go."
Rohit placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, offering a silent gesture of solidarity. "I know it's tough. But remember, those comments don't define you. You're strong, talented, and loved by so many, including me."
Harry looked up, meeting Rohit's reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to deal with all this negativity. It's overwhelming."
Rohit nodded, his expression understanding. "I've been there, Harry. It's not easy. But we can get through this together. Let's take a break from all this and do something to lift your spirits."
Harry's eyes widened slightly, a glimmer of hope peeking through the darkness. "Like what?"
Rohit smiled, a warm and genuine expression that eased some of the tension in Harry's shoulders. "How about we go out for some ice cream? It's a simple treat, but sometimes, a scoop of your favorite flavor can work wonders."
Harry hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I don't know, Rohit bhaiya. I don't feel like going out."
Rohit nudged him gently, a playful glint in his eyes. "Come on, Harry. Trust me on this. A little change of scenery and some sweet indulgence can do wonders."
With Rohit's persistent encouragement, Harry relented, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Okay, let's go."
The ice cream parlor was a vibrant oasis of color and chatter, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of Harry's room. The aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, eliciting a faint smile from Harry as they stepped inside. Rohit led the way to a cozy corner table, away from the bustling crowd, where they could talk in peace.
As they settled into their seats, Rohit didn't hesitate to order Harry's favorite flavor without asking—a small gesture that spoke volumes about their bond. Harry watched Rohit with a mix of gratitude and admiration, appreciating the effort to make him feel better.
Their ice cream cones arrived, each scoop a burst of sweetness and comfort. Rohit took a deliberate pause, observing Harry with gentle concern before speaking. "Harry, I want you to know that you're not alone in this. We all face challenges, but it's how we deal with them that defines us."
Harry sighed, a heavy weight still on his shoulders. "I don't know, Rohit bhaiya. I feel like I don't deserve all this—playing for India, being the Vice-Captain for the World Cup 2024, and even being considered as a captain for MI."
Rohit's eyes softened, his voice filled with reassurance. "Kiddo, you deserve every bit of it. You've proven your worth time and again. Don't let these negative voices make you doubt yourself."
Harry nodded, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Have you ever dealt with something like this, B'Ro?"
Rohit's gaze softened further, memories of his own struggles flickering in his eyes. "Yes, I have. There have been times when the negativity seemed overwhelming, when doubts crept in. But I found strength in the support of a brother like you."
Harry looked surprised, a flicker of realization dawning in his eyes. "You mean, even someone as good as you faces doubts and negativity?"
Rohit chuckled softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "Of course. We're all human, Harry. Being good doesn't shield us from insecurities or hurtful words. But having friends who lift us up makes all the difference."
Silence settled between them once again, comfortable and reassuring. Harry savored his ice cream, the sweetness a stark contrast to the bitterness he had been feeling. Rohit watched him, a silent pillar of strength and understanding.
After a moment, Harry spoke, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Rohit bhaiya, I don't know how to thank you. For being here, for understanding."
Rohit waved off his gratitude with a smile. "No thanks needed, Harry. That's what friends are for. We support each other through the ups and downs."
A sense of gratitude and warmth filled Harry's heart, pushing back the shadows of negativity. He felt a renewed sense of determination, bolstered by Rohit's unwavering friendship and support.
As they finished their ice cream, the weight on Harry's shoulders seemed a bit lighter. The room felt brighter, infused with a sense of hope and resilience. Rohit stood up, offering Harry a reassuring pat on the back.
"Remember, Harry, you're not alone in this journey. Whenever you need someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on, I'll be here."
Harry nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Rohit bhaiya. I mean it."
The two Brothers walked out of the ice cream parlor, side by side, their bond stronger than ever. In that moment, amidst the sweetness of ice cream and the warmth of friendship, Harry knew that no matter how dark the days might seem, there would always be a light to guide him—Rohit bhaiya, his B'Ro, his pillar of strength.
Sorry for disappearing for too long . I hope you all will like it. It was supposed to publish yesterday on. My birthday but I don't know if it's good or not. I am publishing today hope you all like it.
