𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 [ Yashasvi Jaiswal ]

21

As the Dharamshala Test unfolded, Divya remained focused on her duties, determined to maintain her professional demeanor despite the emotional turmoil within. She watched from the sidelines as England struggled in their first innings and felt a surge of pride as Yashasvi contributed with a crucial fifty in India's response.

Throughout the match, Divya continued to oversee the team's recovery and fitness routines, ensuring they were prepared for every session. Her mind occasionally wandered to Yashasvi's performances on the field, acknowledging his talent while keeping her emotions in check.

When India bowled England out cheaply in the second innings, sealing the series victory, Divya couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Her dedication to the team's well-being had played a part in their success, and seeing Yashasvi receive the Player of the Series award was a testament to his hard work and resilience.

As the celebrations ensued, Divya reflected on the challenges she had faced during the tour, both professionally and personally. Despite her initial resolve to avoid Yashasvi, she realized that their shared experiences had created a bond that went beyond the surface. While she maintained her professionalism, the unspoken understanding between them lingered, hinting at a future where their paths might intersect once again.

....

The celebration continued into the evening, the hotel ballroom filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The team, staff, and a few invited guests reveled in the victory, sharing stories and toasts to their hard-fought triumph. Divya moved through the crowd, her professional demeanor masking the turmoil inside her. She felt overwhelmed by her emotions and decided to keep her distance, unsure of how to navigate this new territory.

Yashasvi watched her from across the room, his heart sinking as he saw her deliberately avoiding him again. Confusion and hurt clouded his thoughts. He replayed their earlier conversation, wondering if he had misread her feelings. Every time he tried to approach, she would move to another group or busy herself with some task.

"Yashasvi, come join us!" one of his teammates called out, pulling him into a circle of players and coaches. He forced a smile, trying to push aside his disappointment and focus on the celebration. But his mind kept drifting back to Divya, her presence a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between them.

As the night wore on, the festivities showed no sign of slowing. Divya found herself near the edge of the ballroom, her gaze drifting towards Yashasvi. She could see the hurt in his eyes, even from a distance. Guilt gnawed at her. She knew she was sending mixed signals, but her fear of vulnerability and the professional boundaries she had set for herself made it difficult to act on her feelings.

"Divya," a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Dhruv . "You seem a bit out of it. Everything okay?"

She forced a smile. "Just tired, Dhruv. It's been a long day."

He nodded understandingly. "You've done a great job. We wouldn't be here without your hard work."

"Thanks," she replied, genuinely touched by his words.

Dhruv hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Yashasvi. "You know, Yash's been looking pretty down tonight. Did something happen between you two?"

Divya sighed, realizing she couldn't keep running from this. "It's complicated," she admitted.

"Well, whatever it is, I hope you both figure it out ," Dhruv said, giving her a supportive pat on the shoulder before walking away.