His To Love(Short Stories)

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" Shubman, try to understand you have the final match in a month".

Shubman was sitting quietly on the sofa while his coach lectured him. He stared at the floor, unable to answer.

"Shubman! This was your dream, right? You wanted to win the final match, so why the fuck are you not moving your ass!" He scolded. Shubman bit his lower lip, trying to come up with something.

Finally, Shubman looked up and met his coach's intense gaze. His eyes held frustration.

"I understand bhaiya, believe me! This is still my dream. I want to win the final match more then anything, but Yn is not well yet. I have to take care of her," Shubman replied, his voice steady.

His coach signed. " We have worked so hard for this moment, and you're making everything, every single fucking hard work go in vain because of a girl you met a few months ago!".

Shubman took a deep breath, trying not to let his words affect him. He can do anything for her, even if means letting go of his dream.

" I am sorry bhaiya-"

" I don't need your fucking sorry! I just want you in the ring from tomorrow. I fucking want you to continue your training from tomorrow! Am I clear?".

"I...I can't promise that".

His coach signed again, his frustration still evident. "You better come tomorrow Shubman. I have seen great potential in your, and it would be a shame to see it wasted".

Yn was listening to everything, her heart drowning in guilt, tears streaming down her face. She had never wanted to be the reason for Shubman's dream to be shattered. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from breaking down.

' If I had not collide with him that night, he wouldn't have to face so many problems today. It's all my fault.

She wiped the tears, and made her way inside his room. Determined to make him focus on his training.
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"Yn, please talk to me. Hey! What is my fault. What did I do?"

Mrs D'Souza was just smiling at them seeing how were acting like a couple. Yn turned towards Mrs D'Souza and said with a frown, her lips pouting a little, making her look so adorable, " Please tell him, either he continues his training or stop talking to me".

"Ah...ba-"

"I heard that, Mrs D'Souza," he interrupted. He knelt in front of Yn, licking his lips before holding the wheelchair arms and moving her close to him. "Yn, you're being childish! I can continue my training later, but right know you need help-".

"Mrs D'Souza his here for me she can help me. Mrs D'Souza say something!"
"Yes sir I am there I will help her". Shubman signed as he know that he can't win against her.

"Okay fine I'll go for training. Know please talk to me".

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Next day||

" Take your medicine on time, eat your food and if you need anything ask Mrs D'Souza instead of doing yourself-".

"Will you go know I am not child" Yn interrupted felling frustrated with his overprotectiveness. Shubham turned towards Mrs D'Souza" please take care of her and giv-" "Ugh, baba you already told me thousands time".

"Alright, alright, I am leaving now. Take care both of you." With one final smile, he walked towards the door, glancing back at Yn before stepping out.

As he left, Mrs D'Souza turned towards her with a smile " he cares about you alot my child".