𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 [ Yashasvi Jaiswal ]

27

As the days passed, Yashasvi and Divya found themselves caught in a delicate balance of avoidance and longing. Their once vibrant camaraderie had dwindled into a tentative politeness, tinged with unspoken tension.

One humid afternoon, tensions reached a boiling point during a particularly intense training session. Yashasvi had been focusing on his batting drills, trying to block out the persistent thoughts of Divya that seemed to haunt every spare moment. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the frustration and confusion that had been building up inside him for weeks.

As he stepped up to the batting crease, the coach tossed a few balls his way. Yashasvi swung with a force that betrayed his inner turmoil, each strike echoing with a mix of determination and pent-up emotion. His usually precise technique faltered, the ball occasionally missing the sweet spot of his bat.

"Focus, Yash. What's going wrong !" the coach , Kumar Sangakkara called out, noticing the slight lapse in his performance.

Yashasvi gritted his teeth, feeling the eyes of his teammates on him, including Divya who was nearby attending to another player's injury. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts-frustration at himself for letting things get to this point, anger at Divya for maintaining such a distant facade, and a deep-seated longing for the effortless camaraderie they once shared.

Suddenly, a ball whizzed past him, narrowly missing the stumps. Yashasvi's temper flared. He slammed his bat down in frustration, the sound reverberating through the practice area. "Enough!" he muttered under his breath, his hands trembling with a mix of adrenaline and unresolved emotions.

Divya looked up, startled by the outburst. Their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange of tension and unspoken words. Yashasvi clenched his fists, struggling to contain the whirlwind of feelings threatening to engulf him. Muttering a quick excuse of stomachache, he turned abruptly and stormed off the field, leaving his bewildered teammates in his wake.

Riyan and Dhruv exchanged concerned glances, recognizing the culmination of weeks of suppressed emotions. Divya, too, felt a pang of guilt mixed with a hint of empathy as she watched Yashasvi retreat. She knew their strained dynamic hadn't gone unnoticed, but seeing him unravel like this stirred a complex mix of emotions within her.

Later that evening, Yashasvi found himself pacing in his hotel room, still seething from his outburst earlier. He knew he had let his emotions get the better of him, yet he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration and helplessness. The image of Divya's concerned gaze lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of how far they had drifted apart.

Meanwhile, Divya sat alone in the team lounge, replaying the day's events in her mind. She couldn't shake the guilt of inadvertently contributing to Yashasvi's outburst. Despite their differences and the distance between them, a part of her still cared deeply about his well-being.

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As the day progressed , It was a balmy evening in late spring when the cricket team gathered for a much-needed team dinner at a cozy restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The atmosphere was relaxed, with laughter and banter flowing freely among the players as they settled into their seats. Yashasvi, however, found himself distracted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Divya and the unresolved tension between them.

Earlier that day, during a grueling practice session, Yashasvi's frustration had reached a boiling point. His outburst on the field had been a culmination of weeks of suppressed emotions, exacerbated by the growing distance between him and Divya. As he paced around his hotel room afterward, he couldn't shake the memory of her startled expression, a reflection of the strained dynamic that had come to define their interactions.