𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 [ Yashasvi Jaiswal ]

33

Weeks had passed, and Yashasvi's initial high spirits were tested by a string of lackluster performances in the IPL. His form had taken a dip, and the pressure was mounting. Each match felt heavier, each missed opportunity weighing on him. His team's expectations, combined with his own, created a cloud of frustration that seemed to follow him around.

Despite the setbacks on the field, Yashasvi found solace in his moments with Divya. Their relationship had deepened, becoming a comforting constant amidst the chaos. They continued to keep it under wraps, their secret glances and stolen moments acting as an anchor for Yashasvi.

One evening, after yet another disappointing match against KKR where he scored only 19 runs , Yashasvi sat alone in his room, the weight of his performance pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had so far in the 7 matches scored only 100 runs . He was very happy that his team was winning all the matches but he too wanted to contribute.

Just as he was thinking ,his phone buzzed, a welcome distraction from his thoughts. It was a message from Divya.

Divya: Can I come to your room ?

Yashasvi hesitated. He wasn't used to opening up, not even to his closest friends. This was his first relationship, and while he trusted Divya, sharing his vulnerabilities was still a challenge for him.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and replied.

Yashasvi: Sure, come on in.

A few seconds later, there was a soft knock on his door. He got up and opened it, finding Divya standing there with a gentle smile. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her eyes filled with understanding and concern."Hey," she said softly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"I know it's been tough. Do you want to talk about it?"

Yashasvi sighed, sitting down next to her. "I don't know, Vya. It feels like I'm letting everyone down. The team is doing great, but I'm just not pulling my weight. It's frustrating."

Divya reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I get it, Yashasvi. I really do. But you're not alone in this. Every player goes through slumps. It doesn't make you any less talented or valuable."

He looked at her, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. "I just... I want to be better. I want to contribute more. It's hard watching everyone else succeed while I'm struggling."

Divya's expression softened, her hand moving to gently hold his. "You will get there. I believe in you. But you also need to be kinder to yourself. You're working hard, and that effort will pay off. Sometimes it just takes time."

Divya's presence brought a calming energy to Yashasvi's turbulent thoughts. She was patient, waiting for him to find the words he needed. It was a new experience for him, being so vulnerable, but he trusted her.

Yashasvi looked down at their joined hands, drawing strength from her supportive nature. "I know you're right, Divya. It's just... hard. I keep replaying every mistake in my head, every missed opportunity. It's like a loop I can't escape."

Divya squeezed his hand gently, drawing circles around the front . "It's natural to feel that way, Yashasvi. But remember, cricket is a game of highs and lows. Even the best players go through rough patches. It doesn't define who you are or your future."