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RohitÃhardik
Author's POV
Rohit Sharma was the heart of the Indian Cricket Team. Known for his calm demeanor and sharp wit, he had a knack for cracking sarcastic jokes, even when under the weather. But today wasn't one of those days.
Hardik Pandya, on the other hand, was Rohit's complete opposite. Loud, unapologetically confident, and sometimes oblivious to his surroundings, Hardik was a man who loved teasing Rohitâperhaps a little too much.
Rohit walked into the dressing room looking pale. His usually vibrant energy seemed sapped, and even his sarcastic remarks were missing.
Rohit: "Guys, I think I'm coming down with something. My throat hurts, and I feel dizzy."
Hardik, leaning back on a chair with his signature smirk, chimed in: "Oh, come on, Ro. You're just hungover from too much biryani last night."
Rohit glared at him. "I'm serious, Hardik. I feel like I'm dying here."
Hardik scoffed. "You? Dying? Please, Ro. Drama much? You just want to skip practice today."
The rest of the team exchanged worried glances. Virat Kohli, always the protective older brother figure, asked: "Rohit, do you need us to call the physio?"
But Hardik cut him off. "No need, Virat. Ro's just trying to get some sympathy points. I mean, look at himâhe's still standing, isn't he?"
Rohit's lips tightened, and without another word, he left the room.
Later that day, KL Rahul and Jasprit Bumrah found Rohit unconscious in his hotel room. Panic ensued as they rushed him to the hospital.
When the team heard the news, chaos broke out.
Virat, fuming, pointed at Hardik: "This is on you! You couldn't take him seriously for once, could you?!"
Hardik's usual confidence wavered. "IâI didn't think he was actually sick..."
Shubman, usually the quiet one, added: "You're always joking, Bhai. But this time, you crossed the line. Ro Bhai doesn't complain unless it's serious."
Hardik: "I didn't mean to hurt him! I'll make it right, I swear."
At the hospital, Hardik hesitated outside Rohit's room. Through the glass, he saw Rohit hooked up to an IV, looking frail. The sight made his chest tighten with guilt.
He walked in quietly. Rohit opened his eyes, his voice hoarse. "Oh, so you finally believe me now?"
Hardik winced. "Ro, I'm sorry. I was an idiot. I should've listened to you."
Rohit raised an eyebrow, his sarcasm intact despite his condition. "Wow, Hardik Pandya admitting he's wrong. Did someone record this historic moment?"
Hardik sat down, taking Rohit's hand in his. "I mean it, Ro. I didn't realize how bad it was. I'll never dismiss you like that again."
Rohit sighed. "You better not. I'm not planning on dying just to prove a point next time."
Hardik managed a small smile. "You scared me, Ro. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Rohit softened at his words. "Well, you can start by bringing me some ice cream. The hospital food sucks."
Back at the hotel, Hardik faced the wrath of the team.
Virat smirking at hardik, "So? Did you grovel enough?"
"Yes, I did. And I'm taking full responsibility for being an idiot.",  Hardik said
Ishan Kishan, ever the troublemaker, smirked. "Oh, we're not done with you yet. You owe us all dinner for making Ro Bhai sick in the first place."
Hardik groaned. "Fine. Dinner's on me. Just don't tell RohitâI'm trying to stay on his good side."
Jadeja smiling teasingly, "Good luck with that. Ro Bhai holds grudges like nobody else."
For the next few days, Hardik tried his best to show Rohit that he was genuinely sorry.
He helped the team with the hospital arrangements, cooked (terribly) for Rohit, and spent every waking hour by his side. But it wasn't easy. Rohit wasn't quick to forgive.
One evening, Hardik decided to cook a meal for Rohit in the hospital room. The result was... questionable.
"I made your favoriteâdal chawla!"Â Â Haridk said while proudly presenting a burnt, rubbery meal.
"Favorite? Hardik, this is a crime against food. What is this?"Â Rohit said while frowning
"It's...... well, I might've burnt it a little."Â Â Said nervously
"You think?"Â Rohit asked teasing
Despite the disaster, Rohit smiled faintly, realizing that Hardik was trying.
Hardik took to writing a heartfelt letter to Rohit. It was simple but sincere.
Hardik's Letter:
"Ro,
I messed up. You told me you were sick, and I didn't believe you. I hurt you, and I can't take that back. All I can do is be better for you, because you deserve more than what I gave you.
Please forgive me,
Hardik."
He left it on Rohit's bedside table. When Rohit read it, he didn't immediately respond. But the next morning, he was a little softer.
On the last day of Rohit's stay in the hospital, Hardik took a deep breath and went to him amd said in a single breath, "Ro, I don't want to keep making excuses. I messed up. I doubted you when I should've supported you. And I hurt you. But I'm asking you to give me a chance to prove that I can be the man you deserve."
Rohit looked at him, silent for a long moment.
"Hardik, I don't want to keep feeling like I'm invisible in this relationship.",  Rohit said softly
"You're everything to me, Ro. I never want you to feel that way again."Â Hardik said looking at Rohit
Rohit said while pausing,"I'll forgive you. But don't let this happen again."
"I swear I won't."Â Hardik said feeling relieved
The next few weeks were filled with efforts from Hardik to prove himself.
He spent time with Rohit, talked about everything that mattered, and showed him that he was truly sorry. Slowly but surely, they began to rebuild.
"You've been trying, I'll give you that.", Rohit said with a small smile
"Trying? I've been working my ass off to get you to forgive me.", Hardik sighed deeply
"You're lucky I like you.", Rohit said while grinning
Always listen to and trust the people you love, especially when they tell you they're not okay.
Ignoring their feelings or concerns can cause irreparable damage, not only to their well-being but to your relationship.
Love isn't just about grand gestures; it's about being present and supportive when it matters most.
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The End.