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It was midnight when Rohit was jolted awake, a sudden sense of unease washing over him. He squinted in the dim light, his heart racing as he took in the sight around him. Shubi and Jassi were cuddled against him, their faces peaceful in sleep, while others sprawled across the room in haphazard positions. Yet, amidst the warmth of his friends, his gaze was drawn to the empty space where Virat should have been.

A flicker of light caught his attention from the balcony, and a knot of worry tightened in his chest. Slowly, he shifted, careful not to disturb his friends. But the movement stirred Shubi, who let out a soft grumble. Rohit's heart softened as he gently stroked Shubi's hair, whispering, "Shhh, baccha, sleep, bhayya is here." Shubi smiled in his sleep, the innocence of youth pulling at Rohit's heart.

With a deep breath, Rohit carefully untangled himself from the limbs around him, feeling a mix of affection and concern. He padded silently out of the room, the corridor dimly lit, each step resonating with the quiet weight of the night. As he entered the hotel kitchen, he felt a surge of purpose.

The familiar sounds of boiling water and clinking cups provided a comforting rhythm as he focused on making an espresso for Virat and a cappuccino for himself. Each action was deliberate, a moment of solitude in the chaos of his thoughts. He could already envision the look on Virat's face-those deep-set eyes that held a world of emotions, often hidden behind a stoic exterior.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally had the drinks ready, the rich aroma enveloping him like a warm embrace. He made his way back to the room, his heart racing with anticipation and a touch of anxiety.

Stepping onto the balcony, he was greeted by the sight of Virat sitting alone, the night sky shimmering with stars. Virat's silhouette was framed against the cosmic backdrop, his expression contemplative, lost in thoughts that seemed far away. Rohit's heart ached at the sight-he could sense the weight of unspoken worries resting on his friend's shoulders.

"Hey," Rohit said softly, breaking the silence. Virat turned, a flicker of surprise giving way to a gentle smile that lit up his face. The vulnerability in Virat's eyes made Rohit's chest tighten. He stepped closer, holding out the espresso. "I thought you might need this."

Virat took the cup, their fingers brushing briefly-a spark that sent warmth coursing through Rohit. "Thanks, ro. I needed it," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with gratitude and an underlying melancholy.

They stood side by side, the vastness of the universe stretching before them, stars twinkling like distant hopes. Rohit felt the connection between them deepen in the silence, a shared understanding of the struggles they both faced, both as individuals and as friends. In that moment, the weight of the world seemed a little lighter, the burden of unspoken words momentarily lifted as they shared the night together, bound by friendship and the unbreakable bond of understanding.

**Virat:** "I was dancing like crazy with Nush and Ritsy, completely lost in the moment, reveling in the joy of the celebration. After what felt like an eternity of laughter and movement, I stepped aside to catch my breath and chat with others. That's when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Sharma approaching.

At first, I didn't recognize them, and they struck up a conversation with me and Nushkie. Mrs. Sharma was animated, her eyes sparkling as she spoke about you-about all the wonderful things you had done. It felt surreal, yet strangely comforting, until suddenly, a wave of discomfort washed over us. We exchanged glances, and I finally asked, 'Who are you, and how do you know about Rohit?'

Their expressions changed in an instant, their faces filled with disbelief. 'Don't tell me Rohit hasn't shown you our pictures!' they gasped, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and concern. We replied in unison, 'Nope, he didn't!'

Ritsy, always the curious one, asked, 'Who are you guys?'

Mr. Sharma smiled warmly, and when he revealed that they were your parents, the world around me seemed to freeze. I was struck with a flood of emotions-shock, joy, and a deep sense of connection. My heart swelled as I processed the reality that I was standing in front of the people who had shaped the incredible person I called my best friend.

In that moment, happiness enveloped me like a warm blanket. I couldn't contain the overwhelming feelings welling up inside me. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I struggled to hold them back, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of everyone. It was a moment I had longed for-to finally see the faces of your family, to understand where your kindness and strength came from.

I was so happy, so deeply moved, that I could hardly articulate what I felt. It was a rush of gratitude and love, knowing that I was finally connected to your roots, to the people who raised such a gem of a friend. My heart was full, and all I could think was how fortunate I was to share this moment with you, even if you weren't there in that instant.

As I stood there, looking at Mr. and Mrs. Sharma, I realized that this was just the beginning of a beautiful connection, a bridge between our families that I had always hoped for. It was a moment I would cherish forever."

Virat: After that, they began meeting us, especially Anushka, and they always spoke about their lives and experiences. But one day, Anushka mustered the courage to ask them, "Why didn't you introduce yourselves to us?" Their reaction was one of shock; it was as if we had struck a nerve. They replied, "Rohit, you have some misunderstandings about them. There's someone close to you who has ensured that you don't contact with them."

Seeing the sadness in their eyes was heartbreaking. When Anushka pressed for details, asking who that person was and why they were behaving this way, Mrs. Sharma finally spoke up. Her voice trembled as she explained that this person was motivated by Rohit's properties, driven by selfish interests. She hinted that there was another reason they couldn't share with us at that moment, leaving us feeling even more unsettled.

Despite their words, we found it hard to believe their claims. Whatever the underlying reason was, it felt like a deeply personal matter for Rohit. Yet, a profound question lingered in our hearts: why were you so uncomfortable introducing your family to us? The silence between us felt heavy, filled with unspoken emotions and a sense of loss, leaving us yearning for understanding and connection.

But after seeing them behave like this today, it revealed a harsh reality. It was clear you didn't even want to mention them. "I have to know, Rohit," I said, my voice trembling. "I was a fool to believe that my best friend, who is so selfless, always made sure we were comfortable. Even setting aside your cold personality, you always showed us a softer side. I thought those qualities came from Mr. and Mrs. Sharma, but I was so wrong. Today, they revealed their true selves, and I am ashamed of myself."

Virat spoke with helplessness, his voice breaking. The guilt once again corrupted his mind and heart, leaving him feeling lost and broken.

Rohit noticed that Virat's hands were tightly clenched, his body tense with unspoken guilt. It was clear that he was lost in a storm of thoughts, haunted by a weight he couldn't seem to shake off. Without thinking, Rohit pulled Virat into a side hug, an instinctive gesture of comfort. "Virat, you know I don't want to hide anything from you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because of the circumstances in my life, I've kept so much hidden. As I begin to reveal things, I know it might hurt you or leave you feeling broken. You might not fully grasp everything I share, and that's okay. But I have unwavering faith in our friendship."

He paused, feeling the tension between them. "No matter how much we argue or keep things from each other, we can never truly be apart. Yes, there will be moments of anger-whether it's you feeling frustrated with me or me feeling hurt by you-but our bond is stronger than that. It can't be shattered easily."

Looking into Virat's eyes, Rohit continued, "As for the things you've hidden about Mr. and Mrs. Sharma, I understand why. I pushed you into a position where you felt desperate to know about my family, and that's entirely my fault. You shouldn't carry this guilt. I know how manipulative Mr. and Mrs. Sharma can be; their influence is suffocating, and I'm sorry you had to navigate that alone."

Rohit's voice trembled with emotion, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, always. We can face this together, no matter how complicated it gets. Our friendship means everything to me, and I believe we can overcome anything as long as we're honest with each other."

Rohit smiled warmly, "Aur is honesty ki shuruwat kal se hogi, Virat. I'm going to introduce you to the most important person in my life, and I bet you guys are going to gang up against me! Sacchii, I'll probably end up with gray hairs soon." His laughter rang out, lightening the mood.

Virat watched him, feeling a wave of admiration. There was a peacefulness in Rohit's demeanor as he spoke about this other person, a rare glimmer of joy that lit up his face. The slight smile on Rohit's lips was contagious, and without thinking, Virat pulled him into a tight embrace. It felt right; it felt like home.

This was their ritual-sharing a cup of coffee on the balcony, gazing at the night sky. In those moments, they laid bare their deep sorrows, anger, and pain. It was their sacred space, a comfort zone where words flowed freely, unburdening their hearts. They both became lost in the vastness of the sky, admiring the stars that shone brightly above, each one a flicker of hope in their lives.

Suddenly, they heard a whiny voice approaching. Turning around, they saw Shubhman skipping toward them. "Bhayya, missed you! Where were you?" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. He immediately snuggled into Rohit, seeking warmth and safety, and held Virat's hand tightly. "Mujhe neend nahi aa rahi hai aapke bina," he said, pouting adorably.

Rohit gently caressed Shubhi's hair, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him. "Haan, yahi toh hain, baccha. We were just enjoying some coffee," he replied softly. In that moment, Virat felt a deep admiration for Rohit; he exuded a fatherly warmth that was rare and comforting. It was a quality that Virat had longed for throughout his life-a nurturing presence that made him feel safe. He craved that connection with Rohit, but he often lacked the courage to voice those feelings.

As they took Shubhi inside, a sense of peace settled over them. Rohit nestled between Jassi and Shubhi, while Virat settled down beside them. The three of them created a small cocoon of comfort and love, and in that moment, surrounded by laughter and warmth, Virat felt a flicker of hope. This bond, this family they were building together, was something he never wanted to let go of.

Early in the morning, the soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Everyone awoke to find Shubhi and Jassi snuggled up to Rohit, their faces peaceful and serene. One by one, they grabbed their cameras, eager to capture the tender moment-a snapshot of friendship and comfort. After a few clicks, they quietly slipped away to their rooms, trying not to disturb the warmth of the scene.

Virat woke up with a smile, his heart swelling at the sight. He, too, captured the moment, feeling a sense of joy wash over him. But as he looked at Shubhi's adorable face nestled against Rohit, he felt a tug of longing in his chest. With a gentle nudge, he tried to wake Shubhi, who merely grumbled in response, burying himself deeper into Rohit's side. The sound was endearing, and despite the early hour, Virat couldn't help but chuckle.

After a little more coaxing and playful whining, Shubhi finally stirred and reluctantly got up, his sleepiness evident as he shuffled toward his room. Jassi, too, stirred awake and quietly left the scene, leaving Rohit sitting there in the warm afterglow of sleep and camaraderie.

Virat turned his attention back to Rohit, nudging him gently. "Hey, time to wake up," he said, his voice low and soft. Rohit blinked a few times, appearing slightly disoriented, yet a small smile broke across his face, a reflection of the warmth that surrounded them.

After a moment of shared silence, Virat went to freshen up, feeling a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Before he left, he sent a message to the team group, asking everyone to gather for breakfast.

Once he was ready, Rohit eventually made his way to his room, a lingering sense of peace settling over him. The warmth of the morning, the laughter shared, and the bond they were all nurturing filled him with a quiet happiness, reminding him that they were all in this together.

The breakfast table buzzed with energy as Shubhi, Jassi, Siraj, and Jadeja sat down, plates piled high with food.

"Okay, who's up for a pancake-eating contest?" Shubhi proposed, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Please, you'll be defeated before you even start!" Jassi laughed, already eyeing the stack of pancakes in front of him. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

Siraj chimed in, grinning, "Only if you don't drown in syrup first, Jassi bhayya ! You always overdo it!"

"Hey, no one asked you to be the syrup police!" Jassi shot back, playfully shoving Siraj.

Just then, Virat and Rohit entered the room, drawn in by the commotion. "What's happening here? Are we having a breakfast competition without us?" Virat asked, feigning offense.

"Exactly! We need more players in this game," Jadeja replied, grabbing a pancake. "Let's see if you two can handle the heat!"

Rohit smirked, "Count me in! But I'll warn you-I play to win."

"Is that so?" Shubhi teased. "Just don't cry bhayya,when you lose!"

"Yeah, last time I checked, you were the one crying over a lost game," Virat added, chuckling.

"Enough talk, let's eat!" Jassi declared, shoveling a pancake into his mouth. "May the best eater win!"

As laughter erupted, pancakes were passed around, and friendly jabs continued, the chaos of banter filled the air, blending with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The breakfast table transformed into a lively arena of friendly competition, where everyone was ready to join in the fun.

Rohit's mobile pinged with a message from Sameer, saying that he was on the way to pick him up. Rohit wiped his lips with a tissue and said, "Everyone, get ready and pack your bags. We're going to my place!" Everyone nodded with enthusiasm, eagerly anticipating the trip.

In about 20 minutes, Sameer arrived. He looked at everyone and was amused to see Rohit, blinking his eyes in disbelief. They all quickly piled into their cars. Rohit, Virat, Sameer, and Shubhi shared one car as they started their journey.

Rohit felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as they drove; it was almost mid-morning when they finally reached his place.

It's midmorning sun poured through the living room windows, illuminating a peaceful hangout among Ishan, Nidhi, Zoya, and Sufyaan. But the tranquility was short-lived. Ishan, his eyes glinting with mischief, suddenly grabbed a spray bottle, his intentions clear.

"Get ready to get soaked!" he yelled, aiming the bottle straight at Nidhi.

With a shriek of surprise, Nidhi ducked but not before Ishan unleashed a torrent of water that hit her square in the chest. "Oh, it's on now!" she laughed, grabbing a bucket filled to the brim and launching it at Ishan, splashing water everywhere.

"Direct hit!" Zoya cheered, her laughter infectious as she joined in, filling her own bucket and sending a wave of water toward Sufyaan. He barely managed to sidestep the drenching but quickly retaliated by grabbing a handful of water balloons from the nearby table.

"Water balloon ambush!" Sufyaan shouted, launching a balloon at Ishan. It burst against his back, sending droplets flying across the room.

"Not fair!" Ishan laughed, but he was already plotting his revenge. The air was thick with excitement as the room transformed into a battleground of water. They ran around like kids, their laughter echoing off the walls as they chased each other, dodging and weaving in a dance of playful chaos.

Nidhi grabbed a few balloons, her competitive spirit ignited. "Catch me if you can!" she taunted, sprinting away from Zoya and Ishan. As she ran, she launched a balloon behind her, hitting Zoya right on the forehead. "Got you!"

"Okay, now it's personal!" Zoya declared, her eyes narrowing playfully as she filled another bucket. With a battle cry, she charged after Nidhi, soaking her with a full bucket just as she turned to look back.

The living room was a disaster zone: water dripped from the ceiling, puddles formed on the floor, and laughter mixed with playful screams filled the air. Cushions flew as they turned everything into their water-fighting arsenal.

"Look out!" Ishan shouted, spotting an opening as he filled a bucket. He threw it toward Sufyaan, who was busy refilling his own supplies. Water splashed everywhere, but Sufyaan was ready, retaliating with his own bucket.

"Bring it on!" Sufyaan yelled, grinning as he charged toward Ishan, drenching him in a surprise attack.

Just then, the front door swung open. Sameer and Rohit stepped in, their faces a mix of confusion and amusement. "What the heck is happening here?" Sameer asked, glancing around at the soaked furniture and laughing chaos.

"Water fight!" Ishan shouted, and before they could react, he lobbed a water balloon straight at Sameer. It burst against him, soaking him instantly.

"Hey! What did I walk into?" Rohit exclaimed, laughing as he ducked, but it was too late. Zoya had already taken aim and sent a balloon flying, hitting him right in the shoulder.

"Welcome to the madness!" Nidhi shouted, laughter erupting from all sides as they banded together to ambush the newcomers. Sameer and Rohit, now fully engaged, grabbed whatever they could-buckets, cups, anything-and the living room transformed into an epic water battlefield.

The chaos escalated to a fever pitch. Water splashed everywhere as balloons burst, laughter filled the air, and they all slipped and slid on the wet floor, losing themselves in the sheer joy of the moment.

"Next time, I'm bringing my own water balloons!" Sameer yelled, his laughter mingling with theirs as he launched a bucket full of water at Ishan, hitting him square in the face.

As the room became a vibrant whirlpool of chaos, the carefree spirit of childhood returned, and for that afternoon, nothing else mattered. In the midst of the laughter and splashes, they forged memories that would last a lifetime, united in their playful insanity.

As the water fight raged on, the laughter reached a fever pitch. Ishan, Nidhi, Zoya, Sufyaan, Sameer, and Rohit were fully immersed in their chaotic battle, completely oblivious to the newcomers at the door.

Virat, Shubman, KL, Rishu, Ash, Jad, Shami, and Jassi stepped inside and froze, eyes wide as they took in the drenched scene before them. Water splattered across the walls, balloons littered the floor, and laughter echoed in the air.

"What the heck is happening?" Virat asked, incredulity mixing with amusement as he spotted Rohit, drenched and laughing, right in the middle of the chaos.

"I didn't know he had it in him!" Shubman exclaimed, pointing at Rohit, who was laughing uncontrollably while trying to dodge a water balloon from Ishan. "Look at him go!"

"Rohit's a different person today!" KL added, shaking his head with a grin. "I've never seen him like this!"

"Someone should get him a towel," Rishu joked, chuckling as he took in the scene. "Or maybe just a life jacket!"

As if sensing the newcomers' presence, Nidhi suddenly spotted them and seized the moment. "Hey, you guys! Join the fun!" she yelled, filling a bucket to the brim and launching it toward Virat.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, dodging just in time but getting splashed by the overflow. "Alright, you asked for it!" he laughed, grabbing a bucket of his own.

Without a second thought, Virat filled it and tossed it right back at Nidhi, who squealed in surprise, laughter spilling out as she ducked.

Sufyaan, not wanting to miss the chance, rushed over to Shubman. "Here, take this!" he shouted, handing him a bucket. "Let's show them how it's done!"

With newfound enthusiasm, Shubman filled the bucket and launched it toward Rohit, who was still caught up in his playful banter. The bucket hit him square in the chest, and he erupted into laughter. "You'll pay for that!" he yelled, picking up a water balloon and aiming it at Shubman.

The chaos escalated as Ash and Jad jumped into the mix, grabbing buckets and balloons, their laughter infectious. "This is insane!" Ash shouted, as he tossed a water balloon toward Shami, who was too slow to dodge it.

"Not me!" Shami yelled, only to be drenched as the balloon burst on impact. "This is ridiculous!"

Meanwhile, Zoya and Nidhi teamed up, launching a surprise attack on KL, who was caught off guard. "Double trouble!" Zoya shouted, soaking him with water while Nidhi pelted him with balloons.

"Okay, I'm officially in!" KL laughed, grabbing a bucket from the ground and retaliating, causing a wave of water to splash back at them.

Virat, now fully embracing the chaos, grabbed a few balloons and began launching them into the fray, each burst eliciting more laughter. "Who knew we'd have a water park in the living room?" he shouted, grinning as Rishu dodged a splash.

Amidst the playful madness, everyone was laughing and shouting, completely lost in the moment. The living room transformed into a vibrant splash zone, filled with the sounds of joy and the smell of summer.

As the battle continued, Rohit found himself cornered by Nidhi and Sufyaan. "You can't escape!" Nidhi shouted, launching a final water balloon that hit Rohit squarely in the face.

Rohit erupted into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. "I came here to hang out, not to get drenched!"

"Welcome to the party!" Sufyaan said, laughing as he threw his hands up in surrender, only to be hit by a water balloon from Jassi.

The energy in the room was electric, each splash and burst of laughter blending together in a symphony of joy. The friends were not just enjoying a water fight; they were creating memories that would last a lifetime, united in the pure, chaotic fun of the moment.

As the water fight escalated, Ishan was at the center of the madness, his playful spirit igniting the chaos around him. With a bucket in one hand and a water balloon in the other, he darted through the living room, a grin plastered across his face.

"Prepare for the ultimate water ambush!" he shouted, launching a barrage of balloons toward anyone in sight. They splattered against walls, burst in mid-air, and soaked everyone.

Virat, Shubman, KL, Rishu, Ash, Jad, Shami, and Jassi, still trying to wrap their heads around the sight of Rohit laughing and playing like a kid, quickly joined in the chaos. "This is turning into a full-blown water war!" Virat laughed, dodging a balloon launched by Ishan.

"Not if I can help it!" Ishan yelled back, filling another bucket and dousing Shubman, who was laughing too hard to be angry. "You're going down!"

"Get him, Shubman!" KL cheered, pointing at Ishan. Shubman grabbed a nearby bucket and charged after him, water sloshing everywhere as Ishan squealed and ran away.

"I'm too fast for you!" Ishan taunted, slipping past Nidhi, who was trying to aim at him. "You'll have to do better than that!" But just as he turned, he was met with a direct hit from Zoya's bucket.

"Gotcha!" Zoya shouted triumphantly, sending Ishan into a fit of laughter.

The living room was a scene of utter chaos. Ishan, now fully on the offensive, began creating a strategic plan. "Everyone, gather around! Team Ishan versus Team Everyone!" he declared dramatically, his voice rising over the laughter.

"Wait, what? We're all on the same team!" Nidhi laughed, shaking her head at his antics.

"No, no! This is war!" Ishan replied, pointing at each person like a general preparing for battle. "Virat, you take the left flank! KL, you defend the right! Rishu, provide backup with balloons!"

The others couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top enthusiasm. They quickly formed makeshift teams, but in truth, everyone was just throwing water around like crazy.

Ishan, realizing he had a water balloon arsenal at his disposal, filled his arms and yelled, "For glory!" He launched a series of water balloons toward Rishu, who barely managed to duck in time.

"Dude, watch out!" Rishu shouted, laughing uncontrollably. He grabbed a bucket and tossed it at Ishan, soaking him entirely.

"Oh, it's personal now!" Ishan yelled, wiping water from his face and charging forward, ready to retaliate. He ducked and weaved through the chaos, launching balloons and buckets in every direction, laughing like a maniac.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group was fully engrossed in the madness. Ash found a stash of balloons and joined in the fray, pelting Ishan with perfect aim. "Take that, commander!"

"Not my face!" Ishan shouted, dramatically dodging and laughing, only to slip on the wet floor, landing comically on his back.

Everyone erupted in laughter as he looked up, drenched but grinning. "You all can't handle my moves!" he declared, getting back to his feet and grabbing a bucket to retaliate.

Just then, Sameer and Rohit decided to regroup, trying to catch their breath amid the chaos. "Okay, we need a strategy!" Rohit yelled, but before he could finish, Ishan saw his opportunity.

"Team Ishan doesn't need strategies; we just need more water!" he yelled, charging at them with a full bucket. "Prepare for a tidal wave!"

"Run!" Sameer shouted, but it was too late. Ishan unleashed the water with glee, soaking both Rohit and Sameer completely.

"This is insane!" Rohit laughed, wiping water from his eyes, fully embracing the madness now. "I've never seen you like this, Ishan!"

"Welcome to the fun!" Ishan yelled, grabbing more balloons and declaring, "Onward to victory!" as he charged into the fray once again.

With every splash, every burst of laughter, and every surprised shout, the living room became a whirlwind of chaotic joy. Water balloons flew, buckets sloshed, and amidst it all, Ishan led the charge, his infectious enthusiasm driving everyone into a playful frenzy.

As the battle raged on, they all forgot about the world outside, lost in the pure, chaotic joy of being together. In that moment, they were not just teammates or acquaintances; they were a family united in the vibrant energy of their unexpected water war.

After some time, Virat noticed unfamiliar faces apart from Rohit and Sameer. He quickly glanced at Rohit, who was about to get up but stumbled and landed on his bum on the floor.

"Careful, Rohit!" Virat exclaimed.

At that moment, Ishan chimed in, "Papa, sambhalke!"

Everyone in the room sat there with shocked expressions on their faces, including Virat, who whispered, "Papa?"

Boom that's it for now 🔥

What do you guys think about virat's insecurity like wants rohit's parental care but can't say it aloud...

What do you guys think about shubiii and rohit's bond

Will shubi and ishu get along with each other

What do you guys think about nidhi zoya sufyaan sameer and ishu the chaotic group

What will be ict reaction....

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Amy ❤️