Shubman sat in the dressing room, his gaze fixed on the floor as he tried to quiet the storm of emotions raging inside him. The weight of captaincy bore down on his shoulders like a heavy burden, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the feeling of despair that threatened to consume him.
His mind was a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities, each thought more suffocating than the last. He questioned his decisions, his abilities, and wondered if he was truly deserving of the title of captain. The pressure of leading his team to victory weighed heavily on him, and with each passing moment, the weight seemed to grow heavier.
As he sat there in silence, the sounds of the bustling dressing room faded into the background, replaced by the deafening roar of his own thoughts. He felt as though he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unable to find solid ground amidst the tumultuous waves.
His teammates glanced at him with concern, their eyes full of sympathy and understanding, but Shubman couldn't bring himself to meet their gaze. He felt as though he was failing them, failing himself, and the weight of that failure threatened to crush him.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification, and he glanced down to see a message from Ishan, his lifeline in times of struggle. The simple words of encouragement and love were like a ray of light piercing through the darkness, offering him a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.
With renewed determination, Shubman took a deep breath and stood up, his resolve strengthened by the unwavering support of his loved ones. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew that he was not alone, and that together, they would weather the storm and emerge stronger on the other side.
Ishan's name flashed across Shubman's phone screen, and for a moment, he hesitated before answering. He knew that Ishan could sense his distress even through a simple phone call, and the thought of burdening him with his own troubles weighed heavily on his mind. But ultimately, he couldn't deny the comfort that Ishan's presence always brought him, even from miles away.
With a deep breath, Shubman answered the call, his voice barely above a whisper as he greeted Ishan. "Hey, Ishu," he said, his tone betraying the weariness that clung to him like a heavy cloak.
"Ishan" Ishan's voice was filled with concern as he heard the exhaustion in Shubman's tone. "Are you okay, Shub?"
Shubman's throat tightened at the genuine concern in Ishan's voice, and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I'm just tired, Ishu," he admitted, his voice barely audible over the din of the dressing room.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Ishan spoke again, his voice soft and soothing. "I understand, Shub. You've been under a lot of pressure lately."
Shubman nodded, even though Ishan couldn't see him. "Yeah, it's just... It's been tough," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly.
Ishan's words were like a lifeline in the darkness, offering Shubman a sense of solace and understanding that he desperately needed in that moment. "You're doing the best you can, Shub. Remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what."
Tears welled up in Shubman's eyes at Ishan's words, and he swallowed hard to push back the overwhelming tide of emotions threatening to consume him. "Thank you, Ishu," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
The two friends stayed on the phone for a while longer, their conversation a balm to Shubman's troubled soul. And as they talked, Shubman felt a glimmer of hope begin to flicker within him, buoyed by the unwavering support of his dearest friend.
Ishan could sense the weight of Shubman's struggles even through the phone, and he knew that his words alone wouldn't be enough to lift the burden from his friend's shoulders. But he also knew that sometimes, simply knowing that someone cared was enough to make the load a little lighter.
"I know it's been hard, Shub," Ishan said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "But you're not alone in this. We'll get through it together."
Shubman nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude for Ishan's unwavering support. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Ishu," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.
"You don't have to figure it out alone," Ishan replied gently. "We're a bestie, remember? Through thick and thin."
As they spoke, the weight that had been pressing down on Shubman's chest began to ease, replaced by a sense of warmth and reassurance that he had sorely missed. With Ishan by his side, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he didn't have to bear them alone.
And as they said their goodbyes and ended the call, Shubman felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, illuminating the darkness and guiding him forward. With Ishan's unwavering support, he knew that he could weather any storm and emerge stronger on the other side.
As Shubman's mind drifted back to his conversation with Ishan, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Ishan had a way of lifting his spirits like no one else could, and even in the darkest of moments, his presence was a beacon of light.
But as Shubman's thoughts turned to Ishan's injury, his smile faltered, replaced by a pang of worry and concern. Seeing Ishan hurt, both physically and emotionally, was like a dagger to his heart, and he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that washed over him.
"Why does it have to be so hard?" Shubman whispered to himself, his voice barely above a murmur. He couldn't understand why fate seemed intent on testing them at every turn, why it felt like they were constantly fighting an uphill battle.
But even in the midst of his doubts and fears, Shubman found solace in the memories of his moments with Ishan and the unwavering support of his mentor, Virat. They were the pillars that held him up when everything else seemed to crumble around him, the reminders that he was not alone in his struggles.
And as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Shubman resolved to stay strong, to weather the storms that life threw his way with grace and resilience. Because no matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew that as long as he had Ishan by his side, they could overcome anything together.
Sometimes I feel I am being biased with shub bhaiya and I feel guilty that's why I wrote it because, I feel both are suffering.
