Virat dashed out towards his apartment instead of the team hotel after the match. He felt so miserable and seeing MS and Rohit only worsened it. 

He just dashed into his room searching for something and throwing everything here and there. Finally, he found a big cover safely hidden under the sofa. He tried to find something in it by throwing things out of it but failed. He just collapsed on floor clashing his head tight curling up himself as ball trying to get over the pain.

AB who actually followed Virat from the stadium to give him surprise got shock of his life.

"Virat...Virat. What happened? Are you ok?" AB muttered as he went to hold Virat.

Virat eyes widened and he started visibly panicking. 

"Door was open so I can in to surprise you," AB explained misunderstanding Virat's panic.

"We will go to the hospital. You will be fine." AB muttered trying to lift up Virat.

"Injection" Virat muttered pointing to the big cover laying there as he shaking himself off from AB hold.

"What?" AB asked confused but still followed Virat's instructions and stood there in shock as Virat injected himself with ease.

"Virat?" He whispered as Virat sat there, leaning to wall, holding his head trying to calm down himself with closed eyes.

AB nervously picked up the papers laying around. They looked like some head scans and hospital reports of various tests. Though he didnt understood a bit he could sense that something is wrong with Virat's health.

"Virat...Virat you are scaring me know." AB said with his own breath getting heavy.

"Virat...all these reports? Your pain? What is going on?" AB asked once more as virat looked little more stable now.

"Brain Tumor...That what the reports say." Virat said an ice-cold tone.

AB wanted to ask if it is some kind of a joke but he could not as he saw Virat's serious face.

"Virat..." AB started to say something but his words dried down like the past 5 times.

"There is nothing to say AB. I'm gonna die in a few days." Virat said in a casual tone. His eyes were dead cold as if they hold no emotions. AB felt like this is not Virat because Virat he knew was the most expressive. 

"Virat...Don't talk stupidly. Nothing like that would happen. Let's go to hospital....now." AB managed to say as he held Virat forearm to drag Virat out.

"Do you really think I didn't try. I'm waiting for my death just like that." Virat snapped in anger. 'This is the problem. People never understand' Virat thought.

"Clearly you haven't tried enough. It is life Virat. You just can't back out like that."AB reasoned. Virat didn't care to respond.

"Ok...then. You don't want to listen to me. I'm calling MS here and let's see if he still agrees with you not being hospitalised with you are getting stroke out of not nowhere" AB said as he took out his phone. Virat swiftly snatched it away.

"He doesn't know," Virat whispered before AB could say anything

"You mean he doesn't know that you get strokes," AB asked hopefully.

"No... He doesn't know about tumour at all. No one knows, not even Mumma. Even you are not supposed to know.' Virat whispered again.

"Virat please tell me this is some kind of a joke." AB pleaded. Again all he got is silence.

"Virat...I had enough. I'm going now and informing everyone. Try stopping me." AB said as he walked towards the door wiping his tears.

"No...No...Please don't." Virat broke down hugging him from behind. Somehow he could not leave the crying Virat.

"AB...Please listen to me. I have my own reasons." Virat said as he made AB sit on the sofa and settled down beside him.

"See...I didnt give up completely. I have surgery with world best neurologist in London in 5 days. I just don't want anyone to know. Please don't tell anyone ever." Virat pleaded. 

"AB... The chances are very low. If I don't make it...I just want all of them to think that I'm living my life happily somewhere." Virat said in a shaky voice as he saw AB wasn't convinced.

"You think all this a game. don't you?" AB wondered. 

"You won't tell them and they will assume that you are safe and happy, just like that." AB tried again to make Virat see some sense.

"They all hate me now," Virat whispered as few drops of tears escaped.

"They are too angry with me to care about me for months. If they forgive me ever then I made arrangements to make them believe that I'm happy and alive." Virat added determined.

"Why? Don't have the right to know about you?" AB asked helplessly.

"Because I want it that way. And also because I don't have any right to mess up there life. It's still ok if I die they cry, they will be sad, they will be hurt but they move on. What if I end up physically or mentally unstable, they have to deal with that every day. There life's will be paused just like mine. They can't give up on me nor can they move on. They will suffer every minute that way. Please understand AB...It's not easy for me to talk about all this." Virat spoke desperately.

"What are the...You know...Sur...Survival chances Virat?" AB asked nervously.

"30%. Even if I manage to survive no guarantee that I would be normal physically and mentally."

"Virat...Nothing will happen. You will be fine. Please don't lose hope." AB pleaded with tears making there way. 

"Leave all that AB. Just promise me that you will not tell Mahi Bhai or anyone about all this ever." Virat demanded.

"See, you try telling them, I will run away and won't even turn up for that surgery," Virat added seeing AB is not convinced.

"Running away is not as easy as you think." AB snapped. He didn't show it but Virat's threat did work. What if they failed to find Virat in time. What if it is too late.

"I won't tell. If you promise me something." He added before Virat could respond.

"What?" Virat asked.

"I will be with you in London during your surgery and after that, you will come to SA and stay there with me until you decide to return back to India," AB stated. 

"Ok...But you will just let the doctors kill me if I end up mentally unstable or something like that." Virat said casually after thinking for 2 minutes.

"You don't get to decide that." AB hissed. Virat's casual tone about such topics is killing him.

"What is the use of such a life? I will only be an unwanted burden." Virat stated.

"YOU...DON'T...GET...TO...DECIDE...THAT." AB said stressing each word. His eyes and face turned red and tears were all over it.

"Ok...ok... You will do that when you believe that there is no use of such life ok... but never inform anyone in India" Virat surrendered. AB just turned hid face to another side not wanting to argue with Virat.

"Acha...Now that you have decided to stay with me. Go get me Chole Bature and Chocolate cake." Virat said enthusiastically shocking AB.

"Why so shocked? If I had to die anyway then I will die with a full stomach." Virat wicked.

"Nothing will happen to you," AB said angrily.

"Go...Get it," Virat added cheekily as AB signed and moved to clean his face get whatever Virat have asked.

At almost midnight Virat's sat on the bed staring at his phone flashing 'Mahi Bhai calling' with a picture of Virat and MS laughing together in the background.

"Virat you should at least lift the call and tell him that you are fine," AB suggested as the phone rung the second time. "He might be worrying Virat." He added as Virat stayed unmoved.

Virat took his phone signing , cut the call and typed a message which read 'Why are hell are you calling me? Not lifting the call means I'm not interested in talking to you. Can you understand that simple stuff.' and sent it.

"Virat...This is too much. You are overdoing it" Said AB glaring at him.

"You have not Idea how much I hate myself for doing this. I will never be able to forgive myself. NEVER." Virat said with a blank smile. A smile that scared the shit out of AB. AB tried but failed to understand Virat's thinking process. It seems like this person is entirely different from Virat he knew over the years.

"Don't push them away so much that you can't get back to them after everything is fine. After you are back." AB reasoned hoping that Virat would understand.

"I won't be back, AB. I won't survive this." Virat said still maintaining his blank look. 

"How the hell are you to decide that. You will be fine...You get that." AB shouted completely losing it. He can't see Virat like this with zero hope and isn't it basic that 'there is no survival without hope.'

"Heard about Karma? What goes around comes around. And I don't deserve this life...You get that." Virat raised his voice too.

"What?" AB mumbled confused.

"Ya...I don't deserve this life. I don't deserve a family, Mahi Bhai, Ro...I don't deserve love at all. You know why because I'm a bloody murderer." Virat screamed on top of his voice getting hyper. His breath started getting uneven.

"What?" AB managed to mumble shocked and confused.

"I'm a murderer. I killed a baby. an unborn baby. I don't derserveee ahhh.." He screamed as he held his head tight. His face reflected unbearable pain.

"Virat...Virat...please clam down... Please don't think of anything." AB muttered hugging Virat. He didnt understand what to do. He felt so helpless.

"Do you want me to get any of your medicines?" He asked Virat once he is better.

"No...I already took them." Virat said sipping water.

"I killed a ..." Virat started... But AB cut him off. "You don't have to tell me anything Virat. I'm not asking for any explanation. Just stay calm."

"You know what I don't deserve you too," Virat said with small smile.

"Let's not go there Virat. Let me decide that." AB said with tears.

"On the day I got to know that I have a brain tumour. I was broken. I was mad. I was drunk and was on road blindly in the middle of the night. I didnt realise what I was doing until I hit a girl. I should have taken her to hospital but I just passed out before that. Someone passing by somehow managed to take both of us to the hospital but...I was too late. She was pregnant and there was a miscarriage."

AB sat there listening to Virat's story not knowing how to react. 

"Now even you believe that I don't deserve to live. don't you?" Virat asked with a sarcastic smile.

"It was an accident Virat. You did a mistake but..." AB tried to reason

"A MISTAKE THAT KILLED A INNOCENT BABY," Virat shouted, " What was that babies fault but I killed her even before she could see the world." Anger, guilt and hate were evident in his voice.

AB was out of words. Virat was clearly not in the state to listen or understand anything. 

"Next day when I woke up she said she don't want to punish me for what I did to her baby. If only she knew that God had already decided my punishment. She asked me to save her husband who was in a coma as she needs some financial assistance." Virat continued without waiting for AB's response.

"So...Now you promise me that you will help her...You know even if I can't..." He trialled of seeing AB's strain look.

"You don't worry about her. But still, I know that you will be fine. You will be back in India sooner than you realise." AB said optimistically.

"There is no use of talking about things that are not in our hands. Good night." Virat said as he closed his eyes to sleep.

AB tried and failed to understand Virat's thought process. But can Virat be blamed for it... A Strict No. Can anyone understand how it feels to know that 'you are gonna die soon','Your every dream, every feeling has an expiry date now'? No Never...unless they fell it themselves. And here is Virat...carrying guilt...guilt of killing an innocent unborn baby along with it.

Hey...Here is the update as promised. I'm a Civil engineering student having zero knowledge about medicine...So please don't search for logics... And what do you think of Virat's reasons...Do tell me. 

--Siri...