Ishan sank deeper into his thoughts, the room enveloped in silence broken only by the sound of his own breathing. He replayed the recent matches in his mind, each mistake magnified with every passing moment. "What am I even doing out there?" he wondered aloud, frustration seeping into his words. "It's like I forgot how to play the game I love." His heart weighed heavy with the burden of expectations, both from his fans and from within.
As he traced his finger along the edge of his phone, he couldn't help but recall the countless messages of support and encouragement he had received. "They believe in me," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "But how can I face them when I can't even live up to their expectations?" The weight of disappointment bore down on him, threatening to suffocate him in its grip.
With a heavy sigh, he wiped away the tears that trickled down his cheeks. "I've let them down," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I've let myself down." The walls seemed to close in around him, the weight of his failures pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.
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Rohit's phone buzzed, he gently shifted his attention away from his slumbering kiddos jassi and hardik, a faint frown etching across his features. With a soft sigh, he excused himself from the comforting cocoon of warmth they had created and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The muted glow of his phone illuminated his weary face as he answered the call from Shubman.
"Hey, Shub," Rohit greeted, his voice laced with concern as he leaned against the cool wall. "What's going on?"
On the other end of the line, Shubman's voice carried a hint of worry as he spoke. "Rohit bhaiya, have you heard from Ishu?" he asked, the urgency palpable in his tone. "I've been trying to reach him, but he's not answering his phone."
Rohit's brow furrowed at the news, his concern deepening. "No, I haven't," he admitted, his thoughts racing. "He seemed pretty down earlier, but I didn't realize he'd turned off his phone."
Shubman's silence spoke volumes, the unspoken worry hanging heavy in the air between them. "I'll go check on him," Rohit offered without hesitation, his resolve firm. "We can't leave him alone like this."
With a grateful nod that went unseen, Shubman replied, "Thanks, Rohit bhaiya I appreciate it."
Ending the call, Rohit made his way back to the room, his heart heavy with concern for his young teammate. Ishan's well-being weighed heavily on his mind, and he was determined to be there for him, no matter what.
Rohit stood outside Ishan's door, his hand hesitating before he knocked gently. The weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, a mixture of worry and empathy churning within him. He understood all too well the pressures and struggles that Ishan was facing, both on and off the field.
As the door creaked open, revealing Ishan's somber silhouette, Rohit's heart clenched with empathy. He could see the exhaustion etched into every line of Ishan's face, the burden of expectations weighing him down.
"Hey, Ishu," Rohit greeted softly, his voice a soothing presence in the dimly lit room. "Mind if I come in?"
Ishan's weary gaze met Rohit's, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he nodded silently, stepping aside to allow Rohit entry.
Rohit entered the room, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit space. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions, the weight of Ishan's struggles palpable in the silence.
Taking a seat beside Ishan, Rohit let out a heavy sigh, his heart aching for his young teammate. "Ishan," he began gently, his voice laced with empathy, "I know things haven't been easy for you lately."
Ishan remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor as he struggled to find the words to express his turmoil.
"You're not alone in this, Ishu," Rohit continued, his tone reassuring. "We're all here for you, no matter what. You don't have to carry this burden alone."
