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Really sorry for making you wait so much.... earlier i couldn't write because of the world cup and WE FREAKINGGGG WONNNN!!!!!!!......Still not over the win...it still feels unreal...couldn't even write in happiness but here is the most awaited chapter...with the Rohirat Milan finallyyy...!!

Ro arrived in Lachung after a long, exhausting journey. He had taken a night flight that felt never-ending and then spent a few more hours on a bumpy road. But what made this journey different was that Ro didn't sleep a wink. He was far too excited to meet his brother, his Vi. The thought of seeing Vi again filled his heart with joy and anticipation. At the same time, deep inside he was a bit scared – what if he fell asleep and woke up to find it was all just a dream?

Even though he was incredibly tired, Ro couldn't rest. As soon as he arrived in Lachung, he wasted no time and headed straight for the Lachung Monastery. He was hopeful that he would finally see Vi. The view around him was one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. The majestic mountains, the lush greenery, and the crisp, fresh air were simply breathtaking. Ro felt a sense of peace and calmness as he entered the monastery, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Inside, the tranquility of the place was overwhelming. The silence was soothing, and Ro felt his heart calm down a bit. He spotted a monk and walked over to him, hopeful for some guidance.

"Excuse me, sir," Ro said politely. "I am here to meet Mr. Virat. Do you know where he might be?"

The monk looked at him, a bit puzzled. "Sorry?" he asked.

"Virat... Virat Kohli," Ro said again, hoping the monk would recognize the name.

The monk shook his head apologetically. "I am sorry... there is no Virat Kohli here."

Ro's heart sank. "No, he is here. Wait, I have his photo. I'll show you," he said, feeling desperate. He rummaged through his backpack to find the photos. Just as he was about to show them to the monk, he noticed someone standing a little distance away. Ro recognized him instantly. How could he not recognize him? It was his Vi afterall.

"Oh, no need," Ro said to the monk, his voice trembling with excitement. "There he is! Thank you."

He hurried towards Vi, his heart pounding with joy. But as he reached the spot where Vi had been standing, he found it empty. Vi had disappeared. Ro's heart sank. He looked around frantically, asking a few people if they had seen the person who was standing there moments ago, but no one had any idea.

For a moment, Ro felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. The thought of losing Vi again, after coming so close, was unbearable. But just then, a door in the corridor opened. Ro turned to see Vi stepping out, and a wave of immense relief washed over him. His eyes filled with tears of joy as he ran towards his brother, feeling like he had finally found a missing piece of his heart. All the exhaustion, the anxiety, and the long hours of travel seemed worth it at that moment

He ran after him, calling out his name desperately, his voice echoing in the hallway, "Vii... stop... Viratt... rukjaa," he shouted, his voice filled with urgency and hope. Vi stopped and turned around, looking confused

Ro reached him, panting heavily, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He took a moment to catch his breath and then looked at Vi closely. Without a second thought, Ro wrapped him in a tight hug, his arms trembling with relief and happiness. Tears of joy streamed down Ro's face, spilling over his cheeks and onto Vi's shoulder. But after a few seconds, Ro pulled back, confused and hurt when Vi didn't hug him back.

With a teary smile, Ro tried to lighten the mood. "Jhatka lga na..." he said, looking at Vi's blank, emotionless face. "Aise shakl kya bna raha hai...milega nahi mujhse...?" Ro's voice was shaky, but he tried to hug Vi again. This time too, Vi remained still, his arms hanging by his sides. Ro's smile faded, replaced by a deep frown.

"Vi...kya hua hai?..aise kyu kar rha hai?" Ro's voice was full of confusion and concern as he shook Vi gently, trying to get some response out of him.

"Sorry..." Vi said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sirf sorry vorry se kuch nahi hone wala," Ro started to say, but Vi interrupted him.

"I am sorry but you are mistaken...I am not Vi," Vi said, his tone flat and devoid of any feeling.

Ro felt like the ground had shifted beneath his feet. He stared at Vi in disbelief, his mind racing. How could this be? How could he not be Vi?

Ro's eyes widened in shock. "Kya bola..." he asked, not sure if he heard right.

"I am not Vi..." Vi repeated, his words like a cold slap to Ro's face.

"Kya drama kar rha hai ab... Vi bas kar na... please," Ro pleaded, his heart breaking.

"Brother... really I am not who you are thinking," Vi said again, his eyes looking away.

"Acha to kaun ho fir?" Ro asked, his frustration growing.

"I am... am..." Vi stammered, struggling to find the right words.

Ro let out a sarcastic laugh. "Waah apna naam hi bhool gye... lgta hai bhoolne ki adat lag gayi hai... haina," Ro said with a smirk, trying to mask his growing unease.

"Nahi aisa... nahi hai... it's just that..." Vi tried to explain, but Ro cut him off again.

"Its just what haan... stop your drama Kohli... I am so done..." Ro said sternly, his patience wearing thin.

Vi sighed heavily, a pained expression crossing his face. "How do I make you understand, brother... you are mistaken... I am not..." Vi began, but Ro interrupted him, his voice trembling with anger and despair.

"Shut up... shut up you idiot... You are Virat Kohli... You are my Vi... why don't you understand... why are you doing this Vi... please... I can't handle anymore Vi... please," Ro begged, tears streaming down his face.

"I am really sorry, brother... but I am not Virat Kohli..." Vi said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. He turned away, leaving Ro standing there, shattered and disbelieving.

Ro watched as Vi walked away, feeling as though his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He didn't know what to do or how to process the pain he was feeling.

At that moment, Ro's phone rang. It was a call from Sammy. Ro quickly answered and put it on speaker, hoping that hearing Sammy's voice would make Vi stop and accept the truth. Vi stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard the voice.

"Dadda...did you reach ?... did you meet him ? Dada... mujhe bhi unse baat krni hai please..." Sammy said in one breath, his voice full of excitement and anticipation.

Ro's heart ached as he replied, "I haven't met him yet, baba..." He glanced at Vi, hoping for some reaction.

Sammy's voice grew panicked. "Why dada... he is there na?"

Ro tried to stay calm for Sammy's sake. "Don't worry, bacha... he is here... he just wants to play hide and seek with me... I'll make you talk to him as soon as I meet MY VI..." Ro said, emphasizing the last words, hoping for some reaction from Vi. But Vi just turned and walked away without a word, without a glance, breaking Ro's heart a little more with each step.

Ro watched Vi walk away, feeling his heart shatter into pieces. But was Ro ever going to give up on his Vi? NEVER.

As he watched Vi leave, he called out, "Han han jao jao... kyunki tum mere Vi nahi ho.... tu. mere Vi ho hi nahi skte... Kyunki mera Vi ek baar ke liye mujhe ignore kr skta hai... but apni Sammio, apni princess ko... kabhi nahi..." Ro’s voice echoed in the empty space, but Vi continued to walk away, leaving Ro standing there, determined yet heartbroken, refusing to let go of the hope that his Vi would come back to him.

Ro stood there lost in his thoughts when an old monk walked by. He glanced at Ro's sad face, concerned by the weariness in his eyes and the heaviness in his heart.

"My child," the monk gently spoke, "I see something troubling you deeply. Life's path is often full of challenges, and sometimes those burdens can weigh us down. Are you well? Is there a sorrow troubling you? If you wish, you can share your troubles with me. Perhaps together, we can find some comfort."

Ro looked at the monk with a mix of surprise, gratitude, and relief. "I came here to find my brother, but it's as if he is right in front of me yet not the same person," Ro explained sadly, struggling to put his feelings into words.

"Are you sure he is here?" the monk asked gently.

"Yes, he is here," Ro affirmed.

"Would you mind showing me who you are talking about? Perhaps I can help," the monk offered kindly.

Ro reached into his bag, pulled out a photo of Vi, and handed it to the monk. "I am looking for him... my Vi... I mean Virat Kohli," he said, his voice filled with longing.

The monk’s eyes softened with recognition. "Oh, you came for him. He is one pure soul. I remember finding him near Lachung almost 15 years ago. He was badly injured and could hardly stand. I brought him here and treated him. But when I asked about his past, he had no memory of it. He didn’t remember anything about himself or what had happened. He was a lost soul, so we embraced him as one of our own."

Ro was stunned, as if the ground beneath him had disappeared. His Vi had forgotten everything and everyone, even himself. How was that possible?

Seeing the turmoil on Ro’s face, the monk placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "The universe has its ways, and sometimes what seems like a misfortune is, in truth, a blessing in disguise. Trust that there is a greater good behind all that has happened."

Ro’s mind raced. How could there be any good in this? His Vi had forgotten everything — the pain, the hatred, and the people who didn’t trust him. But he had also forgotten the ones who loved him unconditionally—his Nushkie, his Vamu, his Sammy, his sister, and especially his Ro. The thought sent chills down Ro's spine, and tears streamed down his face.

"It’s good he forgot everything. At least he won’t have to live with that pain in his heart. So what if he forgot us, forgot me? At least he is happy," Ro said, his voice breaking with emotion.

The monk gently squeezed Ro’s shoulder. "His brain might have forgotten you, but his heart wouldn’t. If your love is strong, it can conquer even the brain. When you never gave up on him for the past 15 years, why give up now? He might not remember you today, but one day he will. I can say it’s not far from now. Don’t give up. This is your last battle. Give it your everything."

Ro felt a surge of hope. He became more determined than ever to bring his Vi back. But before taking any action, he decided to call their doctor to ask about Vi’s condition and whether anything could harm him.

With a newfound purpose, Ro dialed the doctor's number, ready to fight for his brother, no matter what it took.

"Rohit, this could be Dissociative Amnesia," the doctor explained over the phone. "You have to proceed with extreme caution. Avoid anything that could stress him into remembering. We don't know how he was treated..also don't know how his body will react after what he's been through. Take it slow and steady."

Ro agreed, though he still had doubts, which he kept to himself, unsure of what to believe.

Meanwhile, Vi ran away and sought solace in his room. Overwhelmed, he collapsed to his knees as soon as he closed the door, crying uncontrollably. How could he not? He had seen his brother, his soulmate, his Ro, after 15 long years. He heard the voice of his princess, Sammio. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was their Vi. He ignored Ro, he ignored Sammio. How could he do such a thing? What kind of person had he become? But he felt he had no other choice. He couldn't go back to them. They must be living happily without him, at least safe from his cursed presence. He couldn't bear to make their lives miserable again.

Wiping away his tears, he whispered to himself, "No, no...Virat, you can't fall weak....you can't break down now. You have to be strong. They can't know you're their Vi. You can't return to them; you'd only bring them pain. You're a curse that would destroy them. You can't let that happen. No..." And with those words, he collapsed once more, overwhelmed by the weight of his own heartache.

After composing himself, Vi emerged from his room, only to find Ro missing. Relief washed over him briefly, but it was short-lived. Soon, the monk Ro had spoken with earlier arrived, accompanied by Ro himself. The monk informed Vi that Ro would be staying until he found the person he sought, requesting Vi's assistance. Vi nodded with a forced smile, inwardly gritting his teeth, knowing Ro must have charmed the monk with his innocent face to stay here. No one had ever stayed with them before.

As the monk departed, an awkward silence enveloped Ro and Vi. Vi finally broke the tension.

"Let's go to your room," Vi suggested quietly, leading the way with Ro trailing behind, his heart swelling with happiness.

"This is your room," Vi said once they arrived, breaking the silence. "Do you need anything else?"

Ro shook his head, though he wanted to ask Vi to remember him, but he knew he had to take things slowly.

"I hope you find what you're looking for soon... Good luck," Vi said, then left. Ro was amazed; the person who used to wear his heart on his sleeve now seemed devoid of emotion. His face showed nothing, giving no reaction. There was a serene calmness about him, but he was still Rohit Sharma. He knew how to bring out his emotions, how to provoke reactions and how to bring back his old Vi.

Later that night, Ro joined everyone for dinner and deliberately sat next to Virat, who rolled his eyes, knowing Ro wouldn't stop. Despite this, Virat stayed as usual until Ro received a call. The phone was in front of Vi, and he saw the name on the screen, which angered him, though he couldn't show it.

"I'll have to take this call. Please excuse me," Ro said politely, picking up the phone. He could have gone somewhere private, but where's the fun in that?

"Hey Polly, how are you?" Ro asked with a smile.

The call went on for a few minutes, during which Vi murdered his food, feeling helpless. But Ro noticed everything—the way Vi reacted, and even the old monk who was quietly observing.

After the call, Ro seemed to be smiling too much, which only fueled Vi's anger. "Aisa bhi kya keh diya us danav ne...jo hasi ruk nahi rahi iski" he muttered to himself, unaware that Ro was smiling because he could see how hard Vi was trying to hide his jealousy and anger, confirming Ro's suspicions even more.

After dinner, Ro went outside to update Ritsy and family on what had happened so far. Unknowingly, Virat followed him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his family from afar or hear their voices, soaking up their love from a distance.

Ro was deeply engrossed in conversation and didn't notice the uneven terrain and loose rocks behind him, which could have caused him harm.

Virat, who was a few steps behind, saw this and shouted, "Careful!" This startled Ro, who was about to fall, but Virat quickly grabbed his arm and saved him.

In that moment, Ro looked into Vi's eyes and saw fear, the same emotions, the same Vi who couldn't bear to see Ro in danger, who would fight anyone for him — his brother, his Vi, which brought tears to Ro's eyes.

Virat helped Ro to stand properly. "Be careful next time," Virat said softly before walking away, his own heart racing. He had seen Ro in danger. If he hadn't been there, what might have happened? He tried to calm himself, reminding himself that Ro was safe, but deep down, his insecurities surfaced, fearing something bad might happen to Ro just because of their reunion. He decided to keep his distance from Ro as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Ro stood there, stunned to realize his suspicions were true—Virat hadn't forgotten him. His Virat still cared deeply. Tears of joy streamed down Ro's face. Now more determined than ever, Ro vowed to make Virat admit their bond, even if it meant risking his life. An idea struck him.

"Virat Prem Kohli... You want to play right, FINE... I'll show you how to play," Ro declared with determination and a smirk. "just wait and watch you idiot monkey...bhut shaunk hai na drama krne ka...main bhi dekhta hu kab tak kar skta hai....."

The next morning, Ro woke up with the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He had hardly slept, his mind filled with thoughts of Vi. He knew their routine now, thanks to the monks who shared their daily activities. Vi always went out into nature early in the morning. Today would be the day Ro executed his plan, the plan he believed was brilliant.

Flashback

The previous night, Ro sat in his room, deep in thought. "I am his weakness," he muttered to himself. "He reacted when I almost fell. If I get hurt for real, he'll have to confess. He won't be able to pretend then. But how do I do it?" Ro pondered.

He decided to follow Virat the next day and let everything unfold naturally. "Whatever i have to do... tomorrow I'll end your drama Kohli...you will accept you are my Vii..." Ro affirmed firmly.

Flashback over

Virat walked ahead, unaware that Ro was following closely behind. Suddenly, Ro stepped into the middle of the path, pretending to be engrossed in a loud phone conversation to ensure Virat knew he was there.

Hearing Ro's voice, Vi turned, annoyed. "Aise beech sadak pe kaun chalta hai? Zara si bhi akal nahi hai is gadhe mein," Vi muttered, he tried to ignore Ro but his attention remained fixated on Ro, who walked ahead like a child. He briefly considered going over to Ro to knock some sense into him but decided against it, fearing Ro might suspect his concern.

Meanwhile, Ro was actually on a call with Rahul bhai, complaining about  how his Cheeku is an idiot, unaware of the fast-approaching car behind him. Vi turned back, and his heart skipped a beat seeing the danger. Without a second thought, Vi sprinted towards Ro, shouting, "Roooooooo!" at the top of his lungs.

Hearing his name, Ro turned, astonished to see Vi running towards him. It was the moment he had dreamed of for fifteen years. But before he could fully grasp the moment, Vi grabbed him and they both tumbled onto the road. Ro hit his head hard, and suddenly everything went dark.

The emotions surged like a river as Vi cradled Ro in his arms, fear and relief mingling in his heart. "Ro!" Vi exclaimed, his voice trembling with worry as he checked Ro for injuries. Tears welled up in Vi's eyes as he realized how close he had come to losing Ro. " Roooo.....uth na...Ro please...Ro teko kuch nahi ho skta...oye panda apne monkey ki baat nahi sunega ...haan main monkey...tera monkey.....Main tera vi hi hoon...tera vi...meri princess ka vi chachu...i am sorry na...uth na ro please...Rooooo..... ROHIT GURUNATH SHARMAA....ab agar tu nai utha na to.....uth na please Ro..." Vi cried and pleaded, unsure of what else to do.

Slowly, Ro heard his name amidst the haze, in Vi's voice. Was this real? He struggled to open his eyes and found himself lying with his head in Vi's lap, Vi calling his name with tears streaming down his face. For a moment, Ro thought it might all be a dream, and tears of relief flowed from his eyes too.

Vi looked down at Ro, relieved beyond words that he was okay. He held Ro tightly, silently reassuring him that everything was real and that he was safe.

"Tu mera Vi hai na ?" Ro asked like a child, breaking Vi's heart at the condition he had brought