This oneshot was requested by @Rexien466 . Hope you like it.
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RahulxHardik
KL Rahul had faced fast bowlers charging at him at 150 kmph, sledging opponents, and nerve-wracking run chases, but nothingâabsolutely nothingâprepared him for a pregnant, furious Hardik Pandya.
Right now, Hardik Pandya sat cross-legged on their bed, glaring at Rahul like he had committed the ultimate sin.
"Do you even love me, KL?" Hardik asked dramatically, arms crossed over his swollen belly.
Rahul, who had just entered the room with a glass of water, nearly dropped it. "What? Of course, I love you! What kind of question is that?"
Hardik narrowed his eyes. "Then why did you eat the last piece of chocolate cake?"
Rahul blinked. "Thatâs why youâre mad?"
"IT WAS MINE!" Hardik wailed, flopping onto his side like an offended cat. "Iâve been dreaming about that cake the whole day, Rahul! The whole day! And now itâs gone, and so is my happiness."
Rahul sighed, walking over to sit beside him. "Baby, I didnât know you wanted it. You were napping, and Iâ"
"You should have known!" Hardik huffed. "Weâve been together for years! How do you not know these things by now?"
Rahul winced. "Okay, thatâs fair." He reached out to rub Hardikâs back, but Hardik swatted his hand away.
"No, donât touch me. I am mad at you."
Rahul sighed and walked toward him despite the earlier warning about the cushion attack. "Come on, meri jaan, what can I do to make it up to you?" He crouched next to the couch, looking up at Hardik with his best puppy eyes.
Hardik glanced at him, clearly fighting a smile. "First, you need to massage my feet. Theyâre swollen because of YOUR babies."
"Done," Rahul agreed immediately, lifting Hardikâs legs onto his lap. "What else?"
"Secondly," Hardik continued, enjoying the pampering, "I want ice cream. And not just any ice creamâstrawberry ice cream from that shop near Bumrahâs house."
Rahul groaned. "Thatâs thirty minutes away, Hardik."
Hardik dramatically placed a hand on his stomach. "Oh.⦠the twins are so sad now. They were really looking forward to that ice cream. Guess theyâll just have to be disappointed."
Rahul groaned but grabbed his car keys. "Fine, Iâll go."
As soon as Rahul was out the door, Hardik smirked to himself. He turned to the side and whispered, "Babies, your papa is so easy to manipulate."
A snort came from behind him. "Youâre evil."
Hardik turned to see Ishan sitting on the other couch, watching the drama unfold with a tub of popcorn.
"Where did you even come from?" Hardik asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Iâve been here the whole time," Ishan grinned. "Rahul Bhai is too in love with you to notice anything else."
Hardik rolled his eyes but smiled fondly. "He should be. Iâm carrying his babies."
Ishan shook his head, laughing. "And heâs carrying all your tantrums."
One Hour Later
Rahul returned, out of breath, holding a tub of strawberry ice cream. "Here, your ice cream."
Hardik gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "You actually got it?"
"Of course," Rahul panted. "I love you, even though youâre the most dramatic pregnant person ever."
Hardik sniffed, looking pleased. "Youâre forgiven. Now, feed me."
Rahul sighed but smiled, grabbing a spoon. "Yes, my queen."
Just then, the door opened, and Virat, Rohit, and Bumrah walked in. They took one look at the sceneâHardik lounging like a king, Rahul looking exhausted, and Ishan munching on popcornâand burst out laughing.
Virat smirked. "Rahul, blink twice if you need help."
Rahul looked at them with dead eyes. "Itâs too late for me. Save yourselves."
Hardik simply smirked and took another bite of ice cream. "You guys wouldnât understand. This is true love."
Rohit shook his head, laughing. "Poor Rahul."
"Hey," Rahul grinned, "heâs dramatic, but heâs my dramatic idiot." He pressed a kiss to Hardikâs knee, making him blush.
Hardik huffed but looked away, his ears turning pink. "Yeah yeah whatever."
Virat and Rohit shared a look.
"Should we leave before Hardik makes Rahul run another errand?" Bumrah asked.
"Definitely," Virat muttered. Then, his eyes landed on Ishan, still sitting on the couch, enjoying the entertainment.
"Ishan," Rohit said suddenly, grabbing his wrist. "Youâre coming with us."
Ishan blinked. "Huh? Why?"
"Because if we leave you here, youâll just team up with Hardik and make Rahulâs life worse," Virat said, pulling him up.
"No, no, wait! I was having fun!" Ishan whined, trying to resist. "I still have popcorn left!"
Bumrah shook his head and lifted Ishan by the back of his hoodie like a misbehaving kitten. "Nope. Youâre coming with us."
"TRAITORS!" Ishan yelled as they dragged him out. "Hardik, help me!"
Hardik merely waved his spoon lazily. "Bye, Ishan. Take care."
Ishan shot him an offended glare before disappearing through the door.
Rahul sighed in relief. "Finally. Some peace."
Hardik grinned, setting his ice cream aside. "Since it's just us now.... Rahul, my love, my everything, I think I also want someâ"
"NO," Rahul groaned. "Not another errand!"
Hardik pouted. "But I was going to say cuddles!"
Rahul blinked. "Ohh. In that caseâ¦" He immediately pulled Hardik into his arms.
Rahul sighed. "Youâre lucky I love you."
Hardik grinned, nuzzling into him. "I know."
And just like that, Rahulâs heart melted all over again.
The End.
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