Matchday afternoon Virat was just laying on the bed hugging a 'photo frame like thing' to his chest when he heard a hesitant knock. 

"Come in" he shouted after hiding the photo frame in his drawer next to him. It was a digital photo frame. It gives the slide show of all the photos and also can be paused at a particular photo too. Bhuvi gifted it on his last birthday with his pictures with MahiBhai, Ro, Bhuvi, the entire team and also with his family.

"Kul Come in. Why are you standing there?" Virat voiced as he saw Kuldeep standing nervously at the door.

"Woh...Bhaiya...I'm sorry. Yesterday all that happened because of me. I didn't mean to...i.." Kuldeep started an anxious rant.

"Kuliya..."Virat whispered as moved to hug Kuldeep really tight. He cursed himself for more than 1000 times but what else he could have done. He doesn't even what to think what would have happened if Kuldeep saw 'that'.

"Whatever happened can be anyone fault but not yours. Never yours. It's just that I was upset when you came here yesterday." Virat explained still hugging tight.

"I'm sorry..." Virat said ruffling Kul's hair lovingly.

"Its ok bhaiya..." Kuldeep said smiling with so much innocence that it brought a smile on Virat. A real smile after days or may be weeks.

"Let's play Pubg for some time?" Virat asked smiling not wanting Kul to leave. Being with Kul gave him much needed peace.

"Shall I call MahiBhai, Rohit Bhaiya and Jaddu bhaiya? We can play in teams." Kuldeep asked making Virat's smile vanish in seconds.

"It's ok Bhaiya. Both of us can play." Kuldeep added hurriedly as he saw Virat expressions. "This kid is growing up." Virat thought amused.

They sat there, playing Pubg for hours...

In match...India made a 234 after wonderful innings by Virat and then the match was normal except for wrong DRS which Virat took just because MS and Rohit suggested against it and Virat leaving the field in middle faking an injury. 

Virat stood in the dressing seeing his team play from the window. He slowly ran his finger on Mahi Bhai and then Rohit as the lone tear escaped from his eyes. Virat turned away his face taking a deep breath as he furiously wiped it away. 

"I can't go weak now. You just can't." He mumbled to himself as he walked into the washroom.

Virat flushed water on his face trying to wash away his tears. He stood there looking into the mirror with so much hatred to the person in there and staring back at him.

Virat just stood before washbasin in the washroom...The only thing that his eyes carried at that moment is Hatred... directed to himself, The Virat Kohli...The person who just broke the trust of his best friend, Who just insulted his big brother in front of everyone.

Virat suddenly slapped himself furiously as he kept the tap open so that any another sound but waters go out.

"Why didn't you do this Bhai? Why didn't you just slap me? Why were you silent?" Virat said before he slapped himself again and again.

He collapsed on the floor crying hard closing his mouth with a hand trying to control his sobs. He desperately wants his brother and best friend now. He just want to hold them tight, never let them go. But he knows he can't... They will probably hate him now.

"How wrong I was?" Virat voiced with a sarcastic smile. "All took only 15 minutes to Ro to came back and talk to me after everything I said."

"God was in a very sadistic mood when he wrote your fate. First, he decided to give you the most beautiful relations in life. A perfect brother, A annoying best friend who would die or kill for you, A family who loves you to the core. A team which his more of a family... Perfect life but a perfect life is so boring na" Virat said to his reflection in a sarcastic tone letting an imaginary laugh.

"So he decides to make it interesting. Now YOU, have to destroy your own life. Make every right thing wrong. Mess up every precious bond in your life. Literally you have to destroy the every reason for your survival." Virat hissed with a finger pointed at his reflection with hate evident in his voice.

Virat walked as fast as possible. He wanted to reach the hotel before anyone stops him. It was killing him every time when Rohit looking at him expecting him to talk or at least fight. He remembers going to Rohit room previous night just to talk with his sleeping best friend but it was empty. He knows exactly where Ro could be but didn't dare to go to Mahi Bhai's room. 

He had to stop as he heard Mahibhai's voice. He turned to see MS running towards him.

"Cheeku...What happened? Is everything fine? Are you ok?" MS asked concerned still catching his breath.

Virat had mixed feelings seeing  Mahi's concern. His heart jumped in joy as his Mahi Bhai don't hate him. 'Not yet. But that would only mean that you should work harder.' His brain contoured.

"Of course, I'm fine. What happened to me?" Virat asked rudely. MS just signed as if he is expecting this.

"Cheeku, I have to talk to you about something. Let's go to the hotel and  talk there?" MS suggested.

Of course, Virat knows that MS is trying to talk to him since morning. He was avoiding it on purpose because he was scared, scared that he would just break down in his Bhai's arms.

"Ye kya Cheeku...Cheeku...laga raka hai. I'm your caption. Koi bachha nahi hu. And what do you want to talk to me? Whatever it is you can tell me in the team meeting. You cant skip the practice session on the premise of talking to me" Virat snapped. 

MS was taken aback. Virat walked past no able to see Mahi's hurt face. After a few feet, he turned around and said "Don't call me Cheeku from now on. It's Virat or Kohli or Skipper."Virat said rudely and turned away not wanting to look at  MS any more.

The moment MS couldn't see his face Virat gave in to his tears. Wishing and hoping that this would make MS hate him. Because he can't act more. He can't go on with hurting the people he loves the most. 'But can you bear it if they hate you?' Virat heart wailed.

Virat came out the washroom laid down on the physio table wishing that he can take back those words. MS haven't called Cheeku at least once after that. Well, only interaction they had was MS scolding him last night. Virat smiled unintentionally remembering that. It seemed so normal for a moment. He and Ro fighting on something and Bhai taking charge and scolding both of them. It felt like a normal moment where Mahi Bhai would scold him to stop him from doing something stupid.

"Did I finally managed to make him hate me?" Virat whispered in a painful voice before he closed his eyes to have disturbed sleep.

Hey...Here is Virat's pov...Virat's feelings... I don't know how this story is coming out... uff... So Virat does have some reason...but what? Any guesses?