Rohit couldn't tell the world about the deal but he could definitely tell Vritika. He needed to. He wanted to be clean with her. Tell her everything. Plus he had a lot to apologize for.

So he tried calling again and again to Vritika but she wasn't picking up. He got it. It was because of the most absurd and cruel things he had said to her......Curse him to hell and back! 

A massive regret had started hitting him hard. How could he have been so cruel? How could he have degraded her like that? He had made it sound like it was her fault like it was something to be ashamed of. But the truth was, she had been doing the best she could, trying to balance everything while dealing with a life that had thrown more than its fair share of challenges her way.

And he knew that... he fucking knew that! He punched the wall. Didn't he know how hard she had worked day and night to get her earnings? And what had he done? He had belittled her.

What the hell had come over him? The pressure of the situation, the accusations, the anger.... But that was no excuse. None at all. 

And then... Aanya. His stomach churned at the thought. Vritika had seen him with her, the timing damning enough to twist the knife even deeper. She must think he'd abandoned her, traded her in for money or convenience.

"No," Rohit muttered, shaking his head violently. "No, that's not true. She has to know that's not true."

But why would she believe him? He had done nothing but give her reasons to doubt him, to think the worst. Had he lost her then?

No...he wasn't ready to lose her. He couldn't. He wasn't going to let her think and he had left her just because of money. Or worse dumped her because she had made one wrong decision that had affected him the wrong way. It wasn't her fault. She had rejected the deal then but he had it now...he just needs to grovel for the hateful things   he said to her and clear the air.

So he went back to his house to find her to make amends. 

But she wasn't there. 

Her things were gone. The usual clutter of her presence—her shoes by the door, the jacket she always left draped across the couch—were nowhere to be found. She had packed up and left. Rohit's hands had trembled then feeling the guilt swallow him whole.

Where was she? Where should he find her? He had tried calling her again but it yielded the same results. He then tried calling her from a different number...she picked up...he breathed a sign of relief.

"Who's this?" her sweet voice came from the other end.

"Ritz," he said. "It's me."

There was a pause. A long, deafening pause. He could almost picture her standing there, phone in hand, debating whether to hang up. She was definitely going to hang up. He was sure. So he spoke up before she did it 

"Please can you tell me where you are, I want to talk to you in person and apo-"

"You told me not to interfere in your life anymore. So I will not. Don't worry. You can live your life in peace from now on. Congratulations on the marriage. Goodbye."

She hung up. 

Rohit looked at the phone in his hand, stunned.

"You told me not to interfere in your life anymore. Congratulations on the marriage." The way she'd said it—calm, resigned, and utterly detached—it made a shiver go down his spine. She was done with him, truly done. 

 "No," Rohit whispered, "No, Ritz, you've got it all wrong."

 He was so panicked that he called her again and this time she cut the call and sent a single message. 

"Don't call me again." 

-----

It has been more than a week since that and Rohit had completely withdrawn himself. He wouldn't speak much to anyone because every time he did, he could see questions in their eyes. There was also a certain accusation in their eyes. Quietly and silently asking him exactly why wasn't he still with Vritika.

"Mahi bhai, Rohit bhai samjhayo na, who humse baat bhi nahi karre kitne dino se."

"Ha please, unhe kya hua hai? "

Rohit heard them speak about him but he couldn't bring himself to face them. They didn't know the truth, and he wasn't sure if he could tell them. How could he tell them that the reason for his silence was that he had messed things up beyond repair with Vritika? That he had lost her, and he didn't know how to get her back? And how could he even start about the shameful situation of his family? 

Even Virat was always looking at him like he was a stranger, giving him fake smiles if any media person was looking their way. That sent another spike through his heart.

"Ha please Mahi bhai," Rishab spoke again again, "Rohit bhai ko samjhayo na, he's not the same. He used to be full of life, but now... he just keeps to himself."

"Rohit is going through something. And sometimes, people... they need space to deal with it. Just give him time. He'll come around. But he needs to figure this out on his own."

Mahi bhai could always read him like an open book. And for that, he was a little thankful.

*****

Vritika stared at the message she had sent to Rohit last week. She didn't know how many times she had looked at it since.

She let out a shaky breath, locking her phone and tossing it onto the couch beside her. She had done the right thing, she told herself. She had walked away from someone who didn't value her, who had hurt her when all she'd ever done was love him.

Yes! She needed to focus on her work now, and only her work. No more distractions, no more pain. With a determined sigh, she opened her laptop and began typing furiously, burying herself in her project.

Work and study—that was all her life could be now. She needed to keep moving forward, no matter how empty she felt inside. Her gaze flickered to her bank account balance in the corner of her screen. The sight made her chest tighten, but she pushed the feeling down. Her savings were gone—every single rupee wiped out. Yet, she didn't regret it.

Not one bit.

She had done what needed to be done, pouring everything she had into restoring the contract. It was her responsibility, her mistake, and her burden to fix. If she hadn't messed up in the first place, things wouldn't have fallen apart so disastrously. So it was only fair that she paid the price. 

And yet, a small, selfish part of her was almost thankful for the sheer volume of work she had taken on. When she was busy, when her mind was consumed with deadlines and strategies, the ache in her chest dulled a little. In those moments, she could almost pretend that she didn't miss him, that her heart didn't feel like it was splintering a little more each day.

The nights were even harder.She just stared at the ceiling, replaying everything. His voice, his laugh, the way he used to look at her—all of it haunted her. Currently, her eyes were fixed on the screen, the faint glow highlighting the dark circles under her eyes. She barely registered the creak of the door behind her.

"Vritika, so jaa beta," her mother'sconcerned voice broke through the silence, pulling her attention away. "Raat ke do baj rahe hain."

Vritika turned, startled. Her mother stood there, wrapped in a shawl. "I'm fine, Maa," Vritika said, forcing a small smile. "Bas thoda kaam baaki hai."

Her mother sighed and stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Vritika's shoulder. "Beta, yeh kaam khatam hoga, toh dusra shuru ho jayega. Lekin agar tu aise hi chalta raha, toh khud khatam ho jayegi."

Vritika looked away, swallowing the lump in her throat. She didn't have the words to explain it—the overwhelming guilt, the need to keep going, the way work felt like the only thing holding her together.

"Maa, main theek hoon," she said softly.

Her mother crouched beside her, looking up into her face with kind, knowing eyes. "Theek hone ke liye sona bhi zaroori hota hai, beta. Chal, ab band kar isse."

Vritika hesitated. Kaise batau Maa ko ki sone jaungi toh uski yaad aur aayegi.... It would all be there, waiting in the quiet, in the dark, when there was nothing to distract her, nothing to keep her mind occupied. Vritika closed her eyes for a moment, biting back the tears threatening to spill.

"I... I just need a little more time, Maa. Please." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Her mother didn't press further. She simply nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair from Vritika's face. "Bas, thoda waqt de apne aap ko. Tumhe pata hai main hamesha tumhare saath hoon."

Vritika nodded, her throat too tight to speak. Her mother squeezed her shoulder gently and stood up to leave. The door softly clicked shut behind her. She sat there for a long while, staring at the empty screen. She needed to sleep. To shut her eyes and forget the world for just a little while. But even in the darkness, she knew the memories would follow her. She just had to find a way to live with them.

When her mother came back to her room in the morning, she found Vritika asleep on her desk. She sighed. The telephone rang in the hall and she went back to pick it up.

"How's she Maa?" Virat asked.

"Waisi hi hai. Naa thik se khaati hai, na thik se soti hai... Kaam mein hi ghusi rehti hai, bas. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, woh apne aap ko bhool gayi hai."

"Have you... talked to her?" Virat asked cautiously with concern

"She doesn't want to listen," her mother replied with a sigh. "She just keeps saying she's fine. But I know... she's not."

"Maa. give her little time. She will be alright. I know she's strong." Virat looked towards the door where Yuvi was gesturing him to come. "Okay Maa I will talk later. I have to go, the match is starting."

"Best of luck putarr."

The match went well and Rohit even scored a century. His teammates patted him on his back when he returned to the pavilion. Even Virat patted him and just said "Good job" But it didn't bring any joy to Rohit's face. No matter how many pats on the back he received, how many people told him he played a great game, it meant nothing.

Why? 

Because Vritika wasn't there to share this moment with him.

In the past, after every good game, after every victory, it was always her voice he would hear first. The way she'd laugh, the way her eyes would light up with pride, the way she would say, "You did it, Rohit! You were amazing!" It was her voice that made the win feel complete. She was the person who saw him for who he truly was, beyond the bat and the ball, beyond the fame.

Now, he felt lost. The victory, no matter how sweet to the rest of the world, was meaningless to him. All the color had drained from his life. 

He picked up his phone and immediately a notification struck. 

Your ad shoot project with Dream11 is confirmed. What was the point of getting crores of Rupees when he had lost his most valuable treasure? 

While removing his pads from his legs, tears pooled in his eyes. He just missed her so much...So very much. He tried to blink away the tears, to push them back, but they fell anyway. His bat fell with a clank and he down slid on his knees in that empty dressing room. He looked at the ceiling and prayed...Please Bhagwan bring her back to me. I can't do this without her. Please please I beg you....He was soon sobbing his heart out.

Virat was watching all of this from the transparent glass pane of the closed window. Watching as Rohit crumpled onto the floor. The sight was unfamiliar, jarring even. Rohit—strong, confident, always the life of the team—the man who had once thrived in the spotlight was now barely holding it together, alone in that empty room. 

It had been more than ten days now. And Virat just couldn't take it. Not talking to him properly, being professional, not joking, not teasing. 

Also Rohit was behaving very similarly to what Vri was feeling. Heartbroken. 

But why?

Virat couldn't exactly grasp it. Rohit should be happy, shouldn't he? With his fiance?  He should be celebrating. But he wasn't. It didn't make sense.  Rohit had everything—a promising future with Aanya, his career soaring, a life most people would envy. So why did he seem so... broken? And nobody knew the reason Rohit did whatever he did..... Virat just wished he could go and ask him directly. He still was very upset with what he had done with his sister, but that didn't mean he wanted Rohit to be unhappy....

Virat sighed deeply. There was definitely some huge problem with Ro. Maybe if he found that it could lead to both his and Vri's happiness?

"Cheeku!"

"Aaya Mahi bhai!"

"Everything alright, Cheeku?" Mahi bhai asked him just as he reached outside.

"Yeah, Mahi bhai, just... thinking."

"Ro se baat ki?"

"Nahi kar paya.Waisa hi hai woh abhi bhi. Pata nahi kya hua hai usko."

Dhoni sighed. "I tried talking to him earlier this week. But he didn't tell me anything. Only said it was a family matter. He almost looked like he would cry."

"Maybe koi gujar gaya?"

Dhoni gave Virat a look. "Aisa hota toh bataa deta na woh! Aur waise bhi isme Vritika kahase aati bichme?"

"Haa, woh bhi hai." 

A helper came there running. "Mahi bhai, niche ek ladki aayi hai, Rohit se milne ki jid kar rahi hai."

"ID hai kya uske pass?"

"Nahi bhai. ID toh nahi hai uske pass. Lekin bol rahi, Rohit se milke hi rahegi."

"Cheeku, go check who this girl is. See if she's someone familiar."

"Got it, Mahi bhai," Virat replied, already walking towards the entrance.

When he reached the security area, he saw a tall girl standing there. Her posture was confident. She was waiting, her eyes scanning the room like she was hoping to spot someone familiar. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail.

Virat approached her. "You want to see Rohit Sharma?"

The girl turned towards him. "Yes, I need to see him. I've been trying to reach him for days."

"Why do you want to see him?" Virat asked curiously.

"Why should I tell you?"

Virat tried to suppress his irritation at the tone of this girl. Sleek hair, high ponytail, hight heels....must be some crazy fan. 

"Why should you tell me? Well, let's see... maybe because I'm the one who decides who gets in and who doesn't?"

The girl shot him a sharp look. "Oh, really? I didn't know you were the security guard here. Please dress like that at least people will recognize you."

A nerve throbbed in Virat's head. "Crazy fans are not allowed here. Goodbye. Have a nice day. The exit door is on your left side."

"Hey, hey wait,  I am not a crazy fan of Rohit!"

"Then what is your relation to him?"

"I am his sister!" 

Virat scoffed. "Rohit doesn't have a sister."

"I meant his cousin sister."

Virat folded his arms. " Nice try. If you were his cousin, I think I'd know. Rohit and I are pretty close."

The girl sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. "Oh really? You know everything about him? Then maybe you also know that I grew up in Nagpur and only visit Mumbai occasionally. Or that I'm related through his maternal uncle? Didn't think so."

Virat narrowed his eyes. "You seem awfully confident for someone trying to sneak in without an ID. What's your name?"

"Anushka," she replied, "Anushka Sharma. Now, are you done playing Sherlock, or can you tell Rohit that I'm here?"

 "Anushka Sharma, huh? Trying to stick the same surname as his to fool me? Do I look like an idiot?"

Anushka's jaw tightened. "You don't just look like an idiot. You are an idiot Mr Virat Kohli."

Virat's smirk widened. "So you know who I am. I'm flattered."

"Of course, I know who you are," Anushka snapped. "Your face is plastered on half the billboards in this city. Hard to miss." She crossed her arms. "But just because you're Virat Kohli doesn't mean you get to block me without a good reason."

"Blocking you isn't personal," Virat shot back. "It's called doing my job—keeping random people away from Rohit during a very important tournament." He took a step closer, lowering his voice "And between you and me, claiming to be someone's 'cousin sister' without proof? Not very original."

Anushka rolled her eyes. "I told you, call him and ask. Or are you scared that I might actually be telling the truth?"

Virat put his palm on his chest. "Scared? Of you? Please." He took out his phone and began dialing Rohit. "Let's settle this. If Rohit says he knows you, I'll personally escort you to him. But if he doesn't... well, I hope you like long walks, because that's the only way you're leaving."

Anushka didn't even flinch. "Fine. Call him. And when he confirms, I expect an apology for all this nonsense."

"Don't hold your breath," Virat muttered as he pressed the call button. The phone rang a few times before Rohit's voice came through, sounding tired.

"Yeah, Virat? What's up?"

Virat glanced at Anushka, then turned away slightly. "There's a girl here claiming to be your cousin sister—Anushka Sharma. Says it's important. Do you know her?"

There was a long pause on the other end. Finally, Rohit's voice came back. "...Anushka?"

Virat's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, seriously? You know her?"

"Yeah, I know her. Let her in."

Virat turned back to Anushka, who raised an eyebrow as if to say, I told you so.

He sighed, stepping aside reluctantly. "Alright, you win. But don't think I'm apologizing just yet."

Anushka brushed past him with a smirk. "Oh, don't worry, Mr. Kohli. Your bruised ego is apology enough."

Virat and Anushka were walking side by side. He was taking her to Rohit. He glanced sideways at her. 

"Hey, do you know if Rohit is facing a problem in his life currently?"

"No. Not that I know of. But even if I knew, why would I tell you? Aren't you kind of fighting with him?"

"Says who?"

"The media."

Virat let out a sharp laugh. "Ah, the media. The same people who think I have a secret pet tiger and that I'm planning to retire at 30. Yeah, I wouldn't trust them if I were you."

 "Well, they're not completely wrong, are they? You two barely talk during matches anymore. The press conference vibes don't lie, Cheeku."

Virat shot her a look. "First of all, stop calling me Cheeku. Only Mahi bhai does that. Second, you're reading way too much into things. Rohit and I are... fine. We just don't see eye to eye sometimes. It happens."

"Sure doesn't look that way from the outside. But whatever helps you sleep at night."

He stopped walking and turned to her, folding his arms. "You're awfully nosy for someone who claims she doesn't know what's going on. Why do you care so much, anyway?"

"Because he's family, alright? Rohit's not the type to shut people out. If something's wrong, I want to help. And maybe, just maybe, you should stop being so defensive and do the same."

Virat blinked. "I...I am not being defensive."

"You can just say you care about him, you know. He had told me you are his other best friend."

"Other? There's a first?!"

"Yeah, Vritika right?"

"Oh. No, Not anymore." Virat's gaze hardened. They finally reached the players' area, and Virat gestured towards the door. "He's inside. Go ahead."

Anushka turned to him. "Thanks, Virat. And hey, maybe stop acting like a bodyguard. It's not a good look."

"Noted. Just don't tell the media, or I'll never hear the end of it."

With that, Anushka pushed open the door and stepped inside, leaving Virat  "Cousin sister, my foot," he muttered under his breath, turning to leave.

Rohit looked up when Anushka entered. "Rohit! What the hell is going on with you huh?! "

 "Anushka? What are you doing here?"

She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "What am I doing here? The real question is, what the hell is going on with you? No calls, no messages. It's like you've completely checked out of life!"

Rohit sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's... nothing. Just some stuff I'm dealing with. You didn't have to come all the way here."

"Don't give me that, Rohit. You know I wouldn't be here if it was nothing. Talk to me. What's going on?"

He looked away, his jaw tightening. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Too bad," Anushka shot back. "Because I'm not leaving until you do. You can keep sulking or you can open up. And you can tell me why the hell are you marrying that bitch, Aanya, it was in the news."

Rohit sighed. "Let's not talk here okay?" he says after seeing Virat pressed to the door. Anushka followed his gaze and spotted Virat casually leaning against the doorframe through the reflection from the mirror outside.

 "Let's go somewhere private."

"Finally," Anushka muttered.

Anushka took him to her home. Can't trust the paparazzi. 

"Now spill," Anushka said "Why the hell are you marrying that bitch? She was with me in the modeling agency and I know what a straight-up bitch she can be."

"Okay, but you can't tell this to anyone okay?"

"Meri Kasam!"

"I am not actually marrying her. Long story short Rahul bhaiyaa is in huge debt. His company is at a loss. So the family approached me. First they wanted me to get married to her you know for her money...but I can't marry her. I love Ritz too much. I told chaachu I would pay off the debt with my endorsement fee. But then Vritika rejected the dream11 and it got cancelled. So Aanya striked up a deal with me for a month saying we have to act like a couple and then only she would get me the deal back to pay off all the debts."

Anushka slapped her hand on her forehead after hearing this.

"Rohit, I swear I have not seen a bigger idiot than you. How could you be so naive!!"

"What was I supposed to do, Anu? Let Rahul bhaiyaa drown in debt? I couldn't just stand by and watch."

"You're literally handing her the reins to your life. Do you know how much she's going to milk this? She'll make it look like you're madly in love with her!"

"She promised it's just for a month," Rohit said defensively.

Anushka turned to him, her eyes blazing. "And you believed her? Rohit, this isn't a movie plot! You're giving her exactly what she wants—control, attention, and a spotlight. Do you honestly think she's going to walk away quietly after a month?"

Rohit stayed silent.

Anushka groaned, throwing her hands in the air. "Unbelievable. And what about Vritika? Does she know about this brilliant plan of yours?"

"I messed it up with her. She probably thinks I left her for Aanya. She is not picking up my phone.."

"STUPID. IDIOTIC. FOOL!"

Rohit flinched at Anushka's sharp words, sinking further into the couch.

"There are so many issues here, I don't even know where to begin," Anushka continued, her frustration palpable. "Let's start with the big one: your brother doesn't even have a company anymore."

Rohit frowned.. "What are you talking about? Of course, he does."

Anushka shook her head. "No, Rohit. He sold it months ago."

"Excuse me?" His voice was tight, disbelieving.

"If he told you his company is in financial trouble, he's lying."

Rohit's eyes narrowed. "And how exactly do you know this?"

Anushka hesitated before sighing. "He came to our house in Nagpur to meet Papa a while back. It was unusual—he never comes by—so I got curious. I... might've overheard their conversation."

"You eavesdropped?"

"That's not the point!" she shot back. "Don't tell Papa I did, by the way—he'll kill me. But what I heard... it was bad, Rohit."

Rohit's jaw tightened. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Your brother admitted he's into online gambling. Apparently, he racked up so much debt, he had no choice but to sell the company six months ago to some private investor. He doesn't own it anymore."

The color drained from Rohit's face. "Gambling?"

"Yes, gambling," Anushka said firmly. "He's been digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole. And now, instead of dealing with it, he's pulling you into the mess to clean it up for him."

Rohit shook his head in disbelief. "But... you said he sold the company to pay off his debts. If that's true, why does he need money now?"

Anushka frowned. "That part, I don't know. Maybe he's back to gambling, or maybe there's something else he's hiding. Either way, you're not the one who should be paying for his mistakes."

Rohit leaned back, rubbing his temples. "And Maa, Papa, and Chachu? They've been pressuring me too. Are they part of this?"

Anushka softened. "I don't think so. They probably don't know the full story. Rahul bhaiyaa's keeping them in the dark just like he's keeping you."

Rohit let out a bitter laugh. "I can't believe this. All this time, I thought I was helping the family, doing the right thing. And it's all based on lies?"

Anushka reached over, placing a hand on his arm. "Rohit, you're not stupid or a fool. You just wanted to protect your family. It's okay, now you know the truth, right? Now you don't need this so-called deal with that bitch anymore."

Rohit got up and pulled Anushka in a hug. "You don't know what you have done for me, Anu"

Anushka smiled softly, wrapping her arms around him. "That's what family does, Rohit. We look out for each other, even when one of us is being an idiot."

Rohit chuckled. "I really am an idiot, aren't I?"

"One of the biggest," she teased, pulling back to look at him."Wait wait wait......did you say that you rejected the deal of dream11?"

"Yeah. I mean Vritika did for me and god I let out all my anger on her." He buried his head in his hands again.

"No, no, no. Tell me, did you get the deal back, the dream11 one?"

"Yeah."

"You mean Aanya got the deal back for you?"

"Yep. That's what she told me."

"But Rohit. You said you the deal got rejected. You do know that if you want the deal back which was rejected the first time, you need to pay the compensation fee right?"

"No?"

"Yess! And I cannot believe Aanya did that! Why would she do that?"

"Compensation fee? What compensation fee?"

Anushka folded her arms. "Whenever a deal is rejected and later reinstated, the party requesting it back has to pay a penalty fee or compensation. It's standard practice in these big endorsement contracts. Aanya would've known that."

Rohit blinked. "But... she didn't mention anything about that. She just said she 'sorted it out' and got me the deal back."

Anushka narrowed her eyes. " You are telling me that Aanya, who is a selfish bitch paid lakhs of rupees just to get you your contract back. She wouldn't do that."

"But I got the deal back! That means she did that!"

"But why?! She is blackmailing you isn't she? Why would she help you?"

"Maybe she didn't actually have to pay the fees?"

"Rohit! I have been in the ad and modeling industry for 3 years now. Why do you think I spend so much time thinking about whether I should sign the contract? Because once you sign it, you can reject it. If you do some clauses and fees have to be paid and fulfilled."

Rohit ran his hand through his hair. "What should I do?"

"Call the ad agency manager and try to ask him how you got the deal back. Something doesn't add up here, and I don't think you're seeing the whole picture"

"Okay." Rohit dialed the number and put it on speaker.

"Hello, Mr. Sharma," came the crisp, professional voice of the manager. "How can I help you?"

Rohit cleared his throat. "Hi, I just wanted to ask about the Dream11 endorsement deal. I was told it was reinstated, but I want to know the details. Did everything go through smoothly?"

"Yes, everything went smoothly as the penalty fee was paid.I trust you received the confirmation?"

"Yes, I did. I hope there was no problem with paying the penalty fee?"

"Yes, I did," he said slowly. "But... I just wanted to confirm. There were no complications with paying the penalty fee?"

"None at all. The full penalty of eighty lakhs was paid upfront in a single transaction."

Eighty lakhs. Rohit's breath hitched. "And... who paid it?" he asked hesitantly.

There was a pause on the other end as the manager checked his records. "Let me see. Ah, yes. The payment was made by Miss Vritika Kohli."

The words landed like a thunderclap.

"Vritika?"

"Yes, sir," the manager confirmed. "Miss Vritika Kohli came by earlier this week and handled the payment. Everything was processed without a hitch."

The call ended, but Rohit was no longer present in the room. The words replayed in his mind, over and over—Vritika had paid the penalty fee. Eighty lakhs. Quietly. Without telling him. Without asking for anything in return.

Anushka's gasp broke the silence. Her hand covered her mouth. "Rohit... this—this is huge," she whispered. "Why would she so that?"

Rohit swallowed hard and his throat went dry. He looked away. "Because... because I blamed her."

Anushka frowned. "Blamed her? For what?"

"For rejecting the deal. I accused her of ruining it for me. I said... I said things I shouldn't have. Hurtful things. And instead of fighting back or explaining herself, she just left."

 Shit. What had he done?

******

A/N

So....Rohit knows! What will he do now?

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