𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 [ Yashasvi Jaiswal ]

35

The next match against the Mumbai Indians was pivotal for Yashasvi. With each step onto the field, he felt the weight of past failures, yet he also carried the quiet encouragement of Divya's words. He was determined to prove to himself and his team that he could rise above his slump.

The stadium buzzed with anticipation as Yashasvi took his place at the crease. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, the hopes and expectations of his teammates, and the critical gaze of the commentators. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself to focus on the process, not just the results.

As the match progressed, Yashasvi found his rhythm. Every shot he played felt more precise, every run he scored built his confidence. The cheers from the stands grew louder with each boundary, and he felt a surge of adrenaline. By the time he reached his century, the stadium erupted in applause. Yashasvi raised his bat, acknowledging the crowd and his teammates, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He knew this was more than just a personal victory; it was a testament to his resilience and hard work.

After the match, as he walked off the field, he was greeted by his jubilant teammates. Their congratulations and pats on the back were genuine, their pride evident. Amidst the celebrations, his phone buzzed with a message from Divya.

Divya: Congratulations, my champion! I knew you could do it. Sorry I couldn't wish infront of everyone. I did not want them to become suspicious about us.

Yashasvi: Thanks, Vya. Couldn't have done it without you.

Later that evening, after all the post-match interviews and team celebrations, Yashasvi finally made his way back to his room. He found Divya waiting for him in the garden, her face lit up with pride and joy. Without a word, she rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

"You did it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion.

Yashasvi hugged her back, his heart swelling with gratitude. "We did it," he corrected softly. "Your belief in me made all the difference."

They pulled back slightly, looking into each other's eyes. Divya's smile was radiant, her eyes shining with happiness. "I always knew you had it in you, Yashasvi. You just needed to see it too."

Yashasvi nodded, feeling a sense of peace and accomplishment wash over him. "Thank you for being there, for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself."

Divya cupped his face in her hands, her touch tender. "I'll always be here, Yashasvi. Through every high and low, I'll be by your side."

...

As the night settled over the bustling state of Rajasthan, Yashasvi found himself alone in his hotel room, the echoes of the day's triumphs still reverberating in his mind. The cheers of the crowd, the congratulatory embraces from his teammates, and most of all, Divya's unwavering support—all blended into a whirlwind of emotions that left him introspective.

He paced the room, the adrenaline of the match slowly ebbing away, replaced by a lingering sense of something deeper stirring within him. Thoughts of Divya filled his mind, her encouraging messages, her radiant smile in the stands, and the warmth of her embrace when they reunited after the match. It was in that moment, amidst the quiet solitude of his room, that Yashasvi began to realize the true extent of his feelings for her.