Rohit Sharma, the celebrated captain of the Indian cricket team, had it all — fame, fortune, a billionaire lifestyle, and a beautiful wife, Ritika, who loved him deeply. Recently, Team India had scripted history by winning the ICC Champions Trophy. The night was all about celebrations, laughter, drinks, and glory.

But destiny had other plans.

In the middle of the party, amidst the loud music and cheering crowd, Rohit’s eyes met yours. There was something about you — raw, natural beauty, untouched by the artificial layers others carried. No pretense. No mask. Just… you.

And in that drunken haze… he forgot everything.

His marriage, his love, his responsibilities — all blurred into the background. That night, temptation won. Passion overtook reason.

Morning came with harsh reality.

Rohit sat up slowly, his head pounding with a hangover. Confusion hit him like a wave as he looked around — an unfamiliar room. Then he looked down — he was naked beneath the sheets. Panic set in.

Turning to his side, his heart dropped. There you were — sleeping peacefully beside him, bare, vulnerable, and still impossibly beautiful in the morning sunlight. No makeup, no filters. Just your soft features glowing naturally.

And that’s when it hit him.

"What have I done…?" he whispered to himself.

His heart raced. Guilt clawed at his chest.

He had a wife waiting for him back home… Ritika.