I mistakenly published the next draft of 'I'll Marry you with paper rings' and I know some of you were disappointed but here's an os update to make up for that.
Happy reading!
Rohit-Virat
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Rohit was sitting in his living room, watching some Disney movie with Sammy but his concise was somewhere else.
He didn't knew why but he had been having these weird intuitions that maybe something was wrong with Virat.
Anushka was out of town for some shoot along with Vamika and Virat was alone at home.
Something is wrong, his subconscious nagged him again.
Not been able to take any longer he dialed his number only to be unanswered everytime.
Frown lines made their way on his face. Whatever the situation maybe, Virat always picked up the phone or atleast he left a message to call later but this time none happened.
He immediately got up, deciding his best friend needed him and after letting Ritika know and promising Sammy a complete father-daughter day, he made a run out of his apartment.
As soon as he entered Virat's building, the receptionist acknowledged him with a cheerful smile.
There was nothing wierd with Rohit coming in the evening infact it wasn't even wierd when Rohit came at midnight because he spend a lot of his time when home with Virat.
Rohit returned the smile half heartedly because his half heart was right now busy thinking about Virat.
"Virat's home?", he questioned as he filled in the visitors details.
"yes sir, he didn't leave the entire day"
He nodded as he gave her the register back.
He quickly pressed the elevator buttons and closed his eyes trying to wait patiently for the door to open.
When it opened on Virat's floor, he dashed out and made a run for his door.
He ringed the door bell several times again to go unanswered.
His heart now started palpitating fast, he chewed his nails, a habit of nervousness.
He didn't want to worry Anushka, just because he thought Virat was in danger but now he couldn't wait.
He dialled her number.
"hey Ro! What's up?", he heard her cheerful yet tired voice from the other side.
"hey, did you have a talk with Virat today?", he asked worriedly.
"I didn't, I was shooting the entire day today just got to my vanity. Everything okay?", she asked concernedly.
"oh yeah, it's nothing I am standing outside your door, Virat isn't home and that idiot isn't picking up the phone as well and I forgot to get the keys from home so yeah", he lied smoothly.
She would immediately rush back if she heard Virat was in the house and not opening the door
"oh okay. You scared me for a second there, listen get me to the neighbor's next door I'll ask them to give them to you", Anushka sighed in relief.
"okay"
He pressed the bell next door, a middle aged woman opened the door and after talking to Anushka, smiling gave the keys to Rohit who thanked her.
"Is Vamika okay?", he asked as he inserted the keys in.
"yeah but she's been a little cranky, she's alone with the care taker when I'm shooting here while she always have one of you to care take of her there. She misses you all", she said smiling.
"Ahh don't worry, next time leave her with I, Ritsy and Sammy. We'll love to have her and I'm sure she'll love it too", said Rohit beaming.
"of course", Anushka laughed.
"alright, see you soon, take care and yeah rock it"
"you too"
Rohit hanged up as he passed through the empty living room and made his way to the bed room.
He shouldn't be entering Virat's bedroom because obviously he now shares it with Anushka and it's not a good manner but he needs to check if Virat's there so taking deep breaths, he peeked into the dark room.
He squinted his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
His eyes narrowed when he saw a blanket curled up on the opposite corner of the bed.
He opened the door further as he approached the laying figure.
His intuitions turned out to be correct when he noticed Virat's trembling self buried under the covers.
He gasped as he pulled the sheets down a bit to touch his forehead.
He was very warm and heat was exclusively radiating from him.
Virat quickly recognised Rohit's touch as he held his hand when Rohit was about to retreat back.
"don't go", he muttered incoherently.
Rohit's eyes softened at his best friend's condition, his other hand brushed the hair away which were sticking on his forehead due to sweat.
"I'm here, let me get the thermometer", he spoke tentatively.
Virat unwillingly let his hand go, Rohit rushed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, some cotton stripes and cold water.
He came back and settled near Virat.
He helped him sit up, leaning him against himself, rubbing his back to comfort him as he placed the thermometer in his mouth.
He looked at his disheveled condition, hair sticking in various directions, eyes closed, face pale and seemingly thin.
"why didn't you call you?", he asked.
"didn't want to trouble you", Virat answered quietly.
Rohit rolled his eyes.
"shut up, you would have not troubled me like that but it's troubling me now seeing you in this condition", his voice held extreme disquiet and disappointed.
Virat finally opened his eyes to see Rohit staring ahead.
"I'm sorry, I should have called you", he confessed as he hugged him.
Rohit couldn't help but hug him back.
"promise me to call immediately if something like this ever happens"
"I promise"
The thermometer beeped, Rohit looked at the temperature, it wasn't very high but it was still comparatively higher.
He gave him some medicines and laid him back.
Virat immediately shifted his head on his lap.
Rohit smiled as he placed a cold water strip on his forehead and started caressing his hair.
"Rohit", Virat called out.
Rohit hummed in response, trying to read his face for any sort of discomfort.
"how did you know, I was sick?", Virat asked.
Rohit quietened for a few seconds.
"I think people are right", he spoke thoughtfully.
"about what?"
"we do have some soulmate shit telepathy", he chuckled quietly.
Virat couldn't help but join him in because it wasn't the first time Rohit knew what was up with him and he had felt the same tingling sensation if Rohit was in some trouble.
A few hours later
"Virat yaar, Sone de", Rohit said irritated with the hyperactive bunny who was back in form.
"come on Rohit, I'm bored let's watch a movie", he said as he dragged him towards the living room.
Rohit had stayed up all night for him and all he wanted to do now was sleep for next few days but it was sort of impossible with Virat around.
"mein bimaar hu, tu mere liye itna bhi nhi kar sakta", his eyes saddened suddenly as he let go of Rohit.
Rohit almost rolled his eyes at Virat's dramatic self.
"come, let's watch a movie", he sighed as he finally agreed.
Virat beamed like a kid who just got a chocolate but it disappeared immediately.
"but of my choice", saying this Rohit made his way to the living room.
"but I'm the one sick here, it should be of my choice", Virat argued pointing a finger in his direction.
"well we watch a movie of my choice or I go back to sleep", sassed Rohit turning around.
"fine you win", grumbled Virat.
His fever had gone down and he was sure it had less to do with the medications Rohit gave him last night and more with his presence.
Rohit plastered the winning smirk on his face.
"but we're ordering my favorite food", challenged Virat.
"oh shut up, you're sick, you'll eat the blant kichdi"
"wHaT nooo"
"oh yesss"
And done!
I hope you guys liked it!
All the love.