1. The First Meeting

When Virat first met Samaira, she was just a few hours old, nestled in her father's arms at the hospital. He walked in with flowers for Ritika, a gift basket for Rohit, and a stuffed teddy bear for the little one. Rohit looked up with a tired but proud smile as Virat entered, and Ritika waved from her bed, exhausted but glowing.

Virat quietly approached, as he gently held her, looking down at Samaira's scrunched-up face. Her little hand gripped his finger, and his heart melted instantly. He chuckled, glancing up at Rohit and Ritika. "Hii, little one. Do you have hands and legs?" he whispered playfully, his voice barely above a murmur.

He leaned closer, examining her tiny feet with awe. "Oh gosh, look at her foot—it's so tiny! How is it even real?"

Rohit smiled at the playful exchange, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Yeah, well Vi, that's how babies are designed."

Virat chuckled, still enchanted by the little girl. He couldn't help but gently brush his finger against her cheek, his heart swelling with emotions he hadn't anticipated.

Ritika raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. "Wow, are you crying, Vi?"

Virat quickly wiped his eyes, laughing softly as he looked at Ritika. "Yeah, I am... not sure what to do," he admitted, as Virat touched her tiny kneecaps, his eyes widening in delight. "She has knees! Little baby knees!" He laughed, marveling at how adorable they were. Samira squirmed slightly as if responding to his playful tease.

Rohit chuckled, shaking his head. "Those are kneecaps and secondly obviously she will have knees, Vi. She's a baby, not a doll." He joked, a mix of amusement and affection in his voice.

2. The First Baby Talk Incident

When Virat cradled Samairafor the first time in his arms, his whole face lit up as he gazed down at Samaira, just a few weeks old. Gently, he rocked her back and forth, his voice softening into exaggerated baby talk. "Who's the cutest little champ? Huh? Who's the future captain of Team India?" He gently bounced her, looking entirely taken by the tiny bundle.

Across the room, Rohit watched this scene unfold, his eyebrow arching in mild disbelief. "You do realize she's barely a month old, right?" he teased, though his voice was warm but laced with the tiniest hint of exasperation.

Virat royally ignored Rohit, his grin broadening as he looked back down at Samira with pure adoration. "She'll be ready in no time. I'm already planning her first batting lesson," he said, his voice full of mock seriousness. "She'll be unstoppable, a record-breaker before she can even walk."

Ritika, seated nearby Rohit, shook her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, she'll be unstoppable all right," she said, rolling her eyes while chuckling. "Unstoppable at crying and pooping, for now, Vi."

Virat let out a playful gasp, as he looked over at Ritika, feigning offense. "Oh, come on, Rits! Don't underestimate my little champ," he said, dramatically shaking his head. He turned his attention back to little Samira, lifting her gently to his eye level. "Don't listen to your mom, princess. Chachu's got your back! Right, future cricket star?"

Samaira responded with a tiny gurgle, her little fists waving aimlessly in the air. Virat's face lit up even more as if she'd just agreed to everything he'd said. "See? She gets it," he declared, shooting a triumphant look at Rohit and Ritika.

Rohit chuckled, shaking his head. "Vi, she just burped. That's not a 'yes,' that's basic biology."

Virat's eyes widened as he gave Rohit a mock look of horror. "Excuse me, Mr. 'Captain Logical Sharma,'" he said, clutching Samira close and pretending to shield her ears. "Burp or not, that was definitely a 'yes.' My niece has already learned to respond to her favorite already."

3. The First Fuss

The first time it happened, Virat was oblivious. Ritika held Samaira in her arms as she, Rohit, and Samaira entered Virat's dinner party, spotting Virat holding a friend's baby. The moment Samaira saw Virat with someone else, her little brows furrowed, her grip on Ritika's arm tighter, as if to say, "Who is this and why is my Chachu holding her?" The offense was palpable.

Virat spotted them and his face lit up with a grin as he handed the baby back to his friend and made his way over. "Ritsy! Ro!" he exclaimed, enveloping them in a brief, warm hug. But his attention quickly shifted to Samaira, and he crouched down to her level, arms outstretched. "Sammy, my little princess!"

But Samaira, clearly displeased, shook her head emphatically. "No!" she huffed, turning her face away, burying it deep into Ritika's neck refusing to give him her usual giggly smile.

Virat chuckled nervously, glancing up at Ritika and Rohit. "Did I do something wrong?" he whispered, but Ritika could only shake her head, stifling her laugh, while Rohit was watching trying to contain his amusement, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Vi, you've been officially dethroned!" Rohit teased, his voice barely above a chuckle. "What did you expect? You're not holding your niece anymore, but another human's baby!"

Virat ignored Rohit's laughter, and looked back at Samaira, his arms still wide open, trying to win her over. "I was just being friendly and, Sammy! Don't you want to hug your Chachu?" he coaxed, his voice light and playful.

Rohit doubled over, laughing, clutching his stomach. "This is the best thing I've seen all week! You're begging a toddler for affection!" he teased, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

Virat shot Rohit a playful glare, still crouched. "Very funny, Ro. Why did she take your worse habits?" he retorted, unable to hide his amusement.

4. The First Time Virat Learned Not to Ignore Samaira

The room was filled with the soft hum of chatter as Virat sat on the ground near the black couch, scrolling through his phone while casually chatting about the upcoming series. Little Samaira, was on the floor, surrounded by her toys, waiting for her favorite uncle to notice her. But today, Virat seemed far too engrossed in his phone to look her way.

Samaira's big brown eyes fixed on Virat with a pout. She'd been trying to get his attention for a while now, she did everything, and by everything it meant from banging a little drum to rattling her toys and even letting out a few dramatic giggles. But he was completely absorbed in whatever he was watching. Samairascrunched her little nose, puffing up her cheeks in a sign of pure baby annoyance.

When none of it worked, she gave her dad a helpless look. Rohit, sensing her brewing frustration, leaned in and whispered, "Looks like your Chachu's a little too busy for you today."

Rohit watched Samaira's pout deepen, her tiny fists clenching in adorable determination. Noticing her gaze flick from him to Virat and back again, he let out a soft chuckle and shaking his head, he scooped her up gently, settling her comfortably onto the couch beside him. "Alright, princess," Rohit said with a playful grin, brushing a hand over her soft curls. "Why don't you watch this show with me for now, hmm?"

Rohit turned on a kids' channel, making a big show of finding the perfect cartoon. As Rohit flipped through the kids' channels, pretending to be overly invested in finding just the right cartoon, Samaira had already set her sights on her goal. Her dad's distraction was all she needed. With a glint of mischief in her eyes, she crawled right up to Virat and, without warning, reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

Virat let out a yelp. "Ouch! Sammy, chachu's hair is not a toy!" he laughed, trying to gently loosen her fingers, but Samira wasn't letting go that easily.

Virat tried to pry her tiny hand off, but Samaira just giggled and tightened her grip on Virat's hair. Just then, Virat heard Rohit's unmistakable laughter from the couch, a low chuckle that quickly escalated into full-blown amusement. "Aha, looks like chachu is finally getting a taste of his own medicine," Rohit said, his voice full of mock sympathy as he watched the scene unfold.

Virat glanced over at Rohit, his eyes narrowing playfully as he shot him a mock glare. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Virat said though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed the annoyance in his voice.

Rohit chuckled, clearly entertained by the chaos. "Yes, I am. Also, you might wanna rethink ignoring her next time." Samira gave a triumphant giggle as she finally released her hold, her face glowing with satisfaction.

Virat, now a little dazed from the sudden assault, gently ruffled her hair. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, Samaira. Chachu's all yours from now on," he said, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the cheek.

The First Suprise Gift from Samaira to her Virat Chachu

The clock had just struck midnight in Virat's hotel room, where he was winding down after a long day of practice. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Rohit walked in, wearing a half-smile. He held out his phone, his voice had that tired but amused edge. "Here," he grumbled, "someone's been insisting on talking to her chachu, even though her eyes are about to close. And if she finds out you're ignoring her, there will be tantrums I don't want to deal with."

Rohit handed over the phone with an exaggerated sigh, but a fond smile crept onto his face. Virat's face lit up as he took the phone and glanced down to see little Samaira on on the screen, she was sitting on Ritika's lap, her chubby cheeks pink with sleepiness, and her tiny hands reaching towards the camera as if to touch his face. His heart melted instantly. "Sammy, chachu's here," she whispered, nudging the toddler forward.

Samaira seemed on the verge of drifting off, her body slumped against Ritika's chest, but as soon as she saw Virat's face, her sleepy eyes shot open, bright and wide. "Chachu!" she whispered, her voice a little slurred, but the excitement in it unmistakable.

Samaira lifted her tiny hand, trying to touch the screen as if reaching out to him, her fingers curling in the air, as she broke into a wide grin that made her chubby cheeks puff up even more. Virat couldn't help but laugh softly, "What's the little one up to at this hour?" he asked playfully, adjusting himself to get a proper view of the screen.

Samaira's face scrunched up, but she fought off her sleepiness with a determined look. "Vi Chachu!" she babbled in a small, chirpy voice, waving her hand at him. And then, with Ritika gently prompting her, Samira said, "Happy...happy...baa-bay!"

Virat's jaw dropped. He looked over at Rohit, who was stifling a yawn, but his eyes twinkled with pride. "You actually taught her to say happy birthday?" Virat asked, feeling an unexpected lump in his throat.

Rohit still watching with a half-smile, shrugged, feigning indifference. "It was mostly Ritsy. But Sammy has been practicing all day."

Virat's heart melted. Samaira continued to babble excitedly, saying 'Chachu!' over and over while showing him her crayon card with a proud little grin. He couldn't help but laugh, his voice was soft with affection. "Oh my God, Sammy, you're the cutest little thing. Thank you, sweetheart. This is the best birthday present ever."

Ritika chuckled from the other side of the screen. "She's been so excited to surprise you, Vi. I tried getting her to bed, as it was her bedtime, but no luck. She was adamant 'Chachu ko Happy Birthday bolna hai.'"

Rohit, watching from the side, couldn't help but roll his eyes—though there was no mistaking the pride twinkling in his gaze. "She's kept on saying, 'Chachu's birthday, Chachu's birthday.' She was adamant about staying up just for this," he said, half-annoyed, half-admiring.

Virat looked back at Samaira, who was now fighting off a yawn. "Well, thank you, my little princess. You've made my day already."

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Tried writing this type of OS for the first time, do let me know your thoughts on it. Also I have few more drafts in my Google Docs, will complete them and publish it, and then I am planning on to open the requests for this, what you all say?

PS. The next OS is gonna be on Bhuvi and Nupur ft ICT, do look forward to it too lmao.

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