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Sam watched them, his heart swelling with a mix of affection and concern. He approached Rohit and wrapped him in a tight embrace, holding on as if to shield him from the storm within. "I'll see you in the morning," he said softly, pulling back to meet Rohit's gaze. "I hope you can make your decision soon. You matter to us, Rohit."

Rohit returned the hug, feeling the weight of his friend's support enveloping him. "Make sure you guys keep him entertained today with all his crazy antics," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "But please, don't let him eat too much junk. I don't want him to feel sick or overwhelmed."

"And keep security tight around him-and you guys-at home," he added, the gravity of his worry evident in his eyes.

Sam nodded, determination etched on his face. "We'll take care of him. You're not alone in this, Rohit."

As they finally broke apart, Rohit felt a flicker of hope amidst his anxiety. "Okay, bye," he said, the warmth of their bond wrapping around him like a protective shield, even as uncertainty loomed ahead.

Ritika felt an overwhelming ache in her chest as she watched Rohit grapple with his situation. Each flicker of his pained expression resonated deep within her, igniting a fire of concern that overshadowed her own hurt. He didn't deserve this-this torment that seemed to cling to him like a shadow. Though she had never met him personally, it was clear he was fiercely protective of his inner world, shielding his family and personal struggles from the relentless gaze of the public.

As she observed his parents, a wave of sadness washed over her. Their words were laced with control and self-interest, revealing a disturbing lack of awareness of Rohit's pain. It felt as if they were speaking about him rather than to him, their focus entirely on their own lives. The sight of Rohit, caught in their suffocating web, made her stomach churn. Her heart ached to see someone so talented and promising bearing the weight of unspoken burdens, feeling invisible amid the noise.

Ritika had always believed that Rohit's eyes were windows to his soul, whispering truths he couldn't articulate. But now, as she witnessed the depth of his struggle, she understood just how much he kept hidden. He was not just a distant figure; he was a man molded by a past filled with pain and disappointment, a past that had taught him to build walls around his heart.

She felt a surge of compassion wash over her, mixed with a profound sorrow. How many nights had he spent wrestling with his demons alone? How many times had he longed for connection but felt too burdened to reach out? She wished she could bridge the gap between them, to let him know he wasn't alone in this fight. The realization struck her hard: beneath his seemingly cold exterior lay a vulnerable spirit, yearning for understanding and acceptance.

In that moment, she felt an intense desire to stand by his side, to offer solace and support in a world that seemed determined to isolate him. The thought of Rohit suffering in silence ignited a fierce resolve within her-she wanted to be a light in his darkness, to remind him that even in his solitude, he was worthy of love and compassion.

Ritika felt an intense urge to meet him, to wrap her arms around him and whisper that he was strong enough to face these challenges-that he wasn't alone in this struggle. She wanted him to know that she would be his strength, a solid rock he could lean on whenever he needed someone to confide in. She was overwhelmed with pride for how he had navigated the turbulent waters of his personal and professional life. The grace with which he handled everything was nothing short of incredible. Yet, in that moment, she felt a painful knot in her stomach, knowing she couldn't approach him now.

Perhaps one day she would gather the courage to reach out, to share those words that echoed so deeply within her. She held onto that hope tightly, crossing her fingers as she slowly moved away, desperately needing fresh air to clear her mind.

Anushka and Virat watched her from a distance, recognizing the longing in her eyes as she gazed at Rohit. They understood the depth of her hurt-not just for him, but also for the turmoil they had caused. It pained them to realize that their own mistakes had contributed to the heavy weight she was carrying.

In a silent exchange, Virat blinked at Anushka, a wordless acknowledgment of the situation. She returned his gaze with a knowing blink, understanding what needed to be done. As she turned to leave, she offered Rohit a gentle goodbye, reminding him to take care of himself and to rest. The faint smile he managed in return was filled with gratitude but also a deep-seated sorrow, a reflection of the burden he bore alone.

In that fleeting moment, as ritika walked away, a sense of connection lingered in the air, filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. She wished she could take away his pain, to let him know he didn't have to endure it in silence. But for now, all she could do was carry that hope in her heart, hoping one day she would find the courage to bridge the distance between them.

**Virat:** "Chal, ro, room mein chalte hain. You need to take a rest," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided Rohit's gaze. Guilt clawed at him, a relentless ache in his chest. Each moment of silence felt heavy, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had let Rohit down. If only he had spoken up sooner about the Sharma couple, maybe this pain could have been avoided. The thought spiraled in his mind, amplifying his self-loathing. What an absolute fool he felt like.

He glanced at his younger teammates buzzing around Rohit like honeybees, their attempts at humor desperate and frantic. They were trying so hard to make him laugh, but it only deepened Virat's concern. Their good intentions felt misplaced; this wasn't a moment for forced laughter or distractions. It was a time for understanding and space-something Rohit desperately needed.

Taking a deep breath, Virat fought to regain his composure. "Guys, after freshening up, you can crash in my room. Now go." His tone was more assertive this time, cutting through the lighthearted atmosphere like a knife. Shubh and the others exchanged glances but eventually complied, dashing out of the room.

Once alone with Rohit, Virat felt a surge of protectiveness. He gently guided him to his room, the silence between them thick with unspoken emotions. Rohit's vulnerability was palpable, and it pained Virat to see his friend bearing such a heavy burden alone. He wanted to reach out, to assure him that he was not alone in this, but the words seemed to stick in his throat.

After settling Rohit on his bed, Virat turned to freshen up. Each step felt like an eternity, his mind racing with worry. He glanced back one last time at Rohit, who lay there in silence, lost in thought. The sight struck him hard-a man who had always been a pillar of strength now seemed so small and fragile. It twisted something deep within Virat, igniting a fierce desire to shield him from the pain that loomed like a dark cloud.

Rohit's phone buzzed with messages from Sam and his chachu, pulling him back to the present. Each ping was a reminder of the world outside-one that continued to move on, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside him. As he lay there, emotions swirled within him: disappointment, confusion, and an aching longing for connection. He felt adrift in a sea of despair, yearning for the strength he once had.

Virat returned, and the sight of Rohit's troubled expression broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to offer solace, to remind him that he was worthy of love and support, no matter the circumstances. But for now, all he could do was hope that, together, they could navigate this darkness. And as he settled in beside him, a silent vow formed in his heart: he would not let Rohit face this alone.

Rohit unlocked his phone, anxiety gripping him as he noticed several messages from Sam. With a trembling heart, he opened them, hoping for reassurance.

"Rohit, please don't worry! I made it here safely. I've taken every precaution to ensure Ishu's safety. Sufyaan, Zoya, and Nidhi are already here, rallying around her. They're creating a bit of chaos, but it's all in good spirit. I know this is hard, but stay calm. I'll come to pick you up in the morning. We'll face this together, just like we always do."

A wave of relief washed over Rohit, but the weight of the day still pressed heavily on him. He opened another message from his chachu, his heart lifting at the thought of family support.

"Hey baccha, how are you holding up? ❤️ I heard about what happened today, and I can only imagine the turmoil you must be feeling inside. Please know that you're not alone in this. If you're okay, call me when you see this message. I'm always here for you, no matter what. Your strength inspires me, and we'll get through this together."

Rohit felt a rush of gratitude and love, the words wrapping around him like a warm embrace. In that moment, he knew he had the support he needed to navigate the storm ahead.

Virat sat quietly, watching as Rohit gently caressed his messages, a slight smile gracing his lips while tears shimmered in his eyes. Concerned, he leaned in and softly asked, "Is everything okay, or is there something troubling you?"

Rohit looked up, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, it's just a message from Chachu. He said I can call him whenever I need to talk. He has this incredible way of making me feel better, even when he's not physically here with me."

Virat nodded, sensing the depth of Rohit's emotions. "Then call him. I'll be on the balcony. Just let me know if you need me." He stood to leave, but Rohit instinctively grasped his hand, his grip firm yet pleading. "Tu ruk yahi. I really need you beside me, Virat."

Understanding the weight of the moment, Virat settled back down beside him, offering silent support. Rohit took a deep breath, picked up his mobile, and dialed his chachu's number. It rang once before being answered.

"Kaka, I missed you. Kaise ho aap?" Rohit's voice trembled, the emotional weight evident in every syllable.

"Baccha, I missed you too. Main theek hun. Tu bata, itne kyun stress leta hai ishu ko lekar? Tujhe pata hai na woh kitna strong hai? He'll be fine, baccha."

As Rohit spoke, the floodgates opened. "They came here today, Kaka." His voice cracked, and he felt the weight of his tears. Virat instinctively rubbed his back in a comforting manner, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions.

"Pata hai, they tried to contact him before they came here. Kyun samajh nahi aata unko why they're dragging him into this mess? Baccha hai woh!" Rohit's words spilled out, filled with frustration and fear.

Vishal's voice came through, steady and reassuring. "You and I both know why, Rohit. But hum zindagi bhar Ishu ko chhupa kar nahi rakh sakte na. He needs to face these challenges, and when he does, he might break-but he will also become stronger. Baccha, you need to understand this."

Rohit felt a mixture of sorrow and strength in his chachu's words. Deep down, he knew Vishal was right. Ishu needed to confront the chaos, to grow from it, even if it felt unbearable now. He wiped his tears, realizing that vulnerability was not a weakness, but a testament to his love and concern.

With renewed determination, Rohit nodded, absorbing the wisdom of their conversation, knowing he wouldn't face this journey alone.

Rohit took a shaky breath, his heart heavy with worry. "I understand, Kaka, but I feel completely lost. I don't know what to do or how to approach this situation. Just thinking about Ishu getting hurt terrifies me-it feels like a dark cloud hanging over me. I can't shake this sense of helplessness, and it's eating away at me. I'm so frustrated with these thoughts that won't leave my mind."

Vishal listened closely, his heart aching for his nephew. "Sam mentioned they met Virat, right? Baccha, you and I both know how manipulative they can be. I truly believe it's time for Virat to hear the truth from us. Even if no one else understands, he deserves to know what's really happening. Listen closely: once they learn about Ishu, I have faith they will protect him just like you are. He has always longed for this kind of support, even if he never spoke about it. You and I both know that deep down, he craves it."

Rohit felt a wave of emotion wash over him, the truth of Vishal's words striking a chord in his heart. "But what if it backfires? What if we put him in even more danger?"

Vishal's voice was calm yet filled with compassion. "I'm not trying to pressure you, baccha. This decision rests entirely with you and Ishan. Whatever path you choose, I will stand by you. You have such strength, and that strength is what Ishu needs most right now. He needs to know he's not alone in this fight, that he has someone who cares deeply for him."

Rohit felt the warmth of Vishal's words enveloping him like a comforting embrace, offering him strength in the midst of his turmoil. "I'll think about it, Kaka. I just wish it didn't feel so heavy."

Vishal softened further, his love evident in his voice. "I know it feels overwhelming. Just remember to take care of yourself too. You can't pour from an empty cup. We'll figure this out together, I promise. I'll see you soon in Mumbai. Bye for now."

As the call ended, Rohit felt a mixture of hope and fear swirling within him. He managed a small, heartfelt smile. "Bye, Chachu. Please take care of yourself too."

Rohit looked at Virat with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Vii, kya tum mere saath kal chaloge? I think it's finally time for you to meet him. Trust me, you're going to love him just like I do."

Virat felt a rush of disbelief wash over him. It was surreal, almost dreamlike. The casual way Rohit mentioned that tomorrow he would meet his baba filled him with a blend of anticipation and apprehension. He had always wondered what made this person so special, and now, he would finally have the chance to find out. Virat struggled to process his thoughts and simply nodded, blinking as if to confirm this reality.

Before he could voice his feelings, the door swung open, and Shubi rushed into the room, accompanied by Jassi, Kal, Rishu, and Yash. Shubi leaped onto the bed, landing between Virat and Rohit with infectious energy. "Cuddles, please!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Virat was about to respond, but Rohit quickly chimed in, "Come here, Shubh! I also need cuddles." The two embraced, their laughter echoing through the room, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

As they held each other, Virat felt an overwhelming sense of belonging. The atmosphere was filled with love and laughter, a reminder of the bonds they shared. One by one, everyone settled into the room, each finding a cozy spot, their presence enveloping the space in a comforting embrace.

In that moment, surrounded by his friends, Rohit felt a flicker of hope. He realized that no matter what tomorrow held, he would face it together with the people who mattered most.

Other side.... Sharma mansion

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Ishu burst through the door, his heart racing with excitement, accompanied by Sufyaan, his personal bodyguard appointed by Rohit. Their relationship was a whirlwind-like siblings who constantly bickered and teased each other, reminiscent of Tom and Jerry.

As he stepped inside, the warm scent of popcorn and laughter enveloped him. He spotted Nidhi and Zoya bustling about, setting the scene for movie night, their energy palpable and infectious.

"Ishu!" he shouted, his face lighting up. He dashed toward them, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. "Nidhi Bhabhi! Zoya Dii! Gosh, I missed you guys so much!" He lunged at Nidhi, wrapping her in a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder.

Nidhi laughed, her eyes shining with affection as she gently stroked his hair. "We missed you too, Ishu, my cutie pie," she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring.

Without hesitation, Ishu sprang to Zoya, throwing his arms around her. "Bhabhi, what a pleasant surprise! Don't you have duty today?"

Zoya chuckled, her laughter ringing through the chaos. "No, Ishu! I took the day off just for you!"

His eyes widened with joy. "Okay, I'm going to freshen up! Are you guys ordering pizza and everything? Please, Bhabhi!" He gave her his best puppy eyes, a tactic he knew worked every time.

Zoya rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't resist. "Okay, fine! But only this time!"

As the words left her lips, the door swung open again, and a flurry of friends poured in-Sam and sufyaan-each one bringing their own energy and chaos. They were all shouting greetings, laughter erupting, and voices overlapping as they jostled for space in the small living room.

"Did someone say pizza?" Sufyaan shouted, diving into the pile of snacks, sending popcorn flying everywhere.

"Watch out!" Sam laughed, narrowly dodging the airborne kernels. "This is turning into a food fight!"

Zoya sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated, but her heart swelled with love for this chaotic family they had created. Ishu looked around, taking it all in-the chaos, the laughter, the love-and felt an overwhelming sense of belonging.

In that moment, he realized that amidst the laughter and playful chaos, he was surrounded by the people who cared for him most. They were his family, and together, they could weather any storm.

They were enjoying the movie, laughter echoing in the room, but soon Ishu felt a wave of boredom wash over him. With a spark of mischief in his eyes, he sprinted to his room and grabbed a plain white outfit and some funky sunglasses, returning like a whirlwind. "Time for a change!" he declared, tossing the clothes to everyone.

As he hit play on the music, the first notes of "Sheila Ki Jawani" blared through the speakers, igniting a wild energy in the air. That was all it took-everyone erupted into chaos. They flung themselves around the room, twirling and spinning, their bodies moving to the infectious beat. Hips swayed, laughter erupted, and the living room transformed into a vibrant dance floor.

Phones were whipped out, capturing every outrageous moment-selfies and videos were snapped as they danced with abandon, losing themselves in the rhythm. The air was thick with energy, each person feeding off the others' enthusiasm, their movements growing wilder by the second.

With each song change, the chaos escalated. They danced like they were on fire, limbs flying and laughter ringing out, a beautiful cacophony of joy. Nidhi spun in circles, nearly colliding with Sameer, who was attempting a ridiculous dance move that sent him crashing onto the couch.

"Watch out!" someone yelled, but the laughter only grew louder, the room filled with shouts and playful banter. The boundaries of reality faded away as they lost themselves in the music, a chaotic dance party that felt like it could last forever.

Every moment was a riot of color and sound, creating memories that would linger long after the music stopped. In the heart of the chaos, Ishu felt an overwhelming sense of belonging, surrounded by friends who made every ordinary moment extraordinary.

Rohit and Shubi were cuddled together, their laughter creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort in the room. Suddenly, Rohit's phone pinged with a message, breaking their moment. Shubi, his curiosity piqued, eagerly grabbed the phone and opened the message. As he scrolled through the images, his eyes widened in disbelief. "God, Bhaiya! Who are these people? Are they crazy?"

His shocked exclamation drew the attention of everyone else in the room. They stumbled onto the bed, leaning in with wide eyes and eager expressions, desperate to see what had caused such a reaction. The images revealed a whirlwind of laughter and chaos, and they gasped in unison, "Who are these people?"

Rohit couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection as he looked at the pictures. "These are some of the craziest people in my life. It's definitely my baby's mischievous idea! Gosh, they're creating absolute chaos! Poor Sameer is stuck dealing with it all, and even Sufyaan, my toughest bodyguard, turns into a kid around them." His voice carried a deep warmth, reflecting how much these relationships meant to him and how they filled his life with joy.

The prospect of tomorrow brought a flutter of excitement to his chest. "Do you guys want to meet them?" he asked, his eyes shining with hope and longing. "I think it could be really special."

Even though everyone had already booked their tickets to fly back home, the thought of sharing this part of his life with them ignited a spark of adventure. They could see the light in Rohit's eyes, the way he glowed when he spoke of the people he cared about, and it was impossible to resist that enthusiasm.

With hearts full of affection for their friend, they exchanged glances and nodded in unison. "Yes! We want to meet them!" The room erupted in a chorus of excited chatter, filled with laughter and the promise of new memories.

In that moment, surrounded by friends who felt like family, Rohit felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He realized that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he was never alone. With a tribe ready to support him and share in his joys, he knew they could face anything together.

As he looked around at the smiling faces, he felt a deep sense of belonging, a reminder that love and friendship could turn even the most chaotic moments into cherished memories.

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