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Drishti lay upon her bed, staring at the rainy night of Delhi

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Drishti lay upon her bed, staring at the rainy night of Delhi. She had woken up suddenly due to the sound of thunder and was having trouble falling asleep again. She had returned the day before and was missing Dityashri in the loneliness of her flat. Sighing heavily she thought about Rishabh who was in the same city at the moment as they have returned together in the same flight.

She has been selected for the next series and will be making her international debut as Richa was already injured and Yastika had undergone an injury too in the previous game while Uma wasn't available due to a serious personal issue. A proper wicketkeeping batter was needed immediately and Smriti had suggested her name, of course with the aid of Harmanpreet.

Drishti was nervous for the first time in her life but more than that, she was excited and happy. She finally got a chance to prove herself and she would do that for sure. The coincidences were working in her favour though she didn't like the way she got the chance. She wanted to get selected by the selectors based on her merit completely.

She'll be joining the team soon and she wanted to rest in her abode before that. It was much needed for her, and also she wanted to be in Delhi, near Rishabh.

He had been planning to purchase a flat in Mumbai as all the brand endorsement shoots and certain important events are conducted there and she had planned that she would stay in Mumbai once things get better in her career.

It seemed like everything was taking her towards him and she was unable to stop herself as well. She wanted his attention and that too solely for herself and not for the other lady who was actually and officially the lady of his life.

She rolled on the bed and twisted and turned before taking the phone and scrolling to Rishabh's number. She went to call him but then stopped herself before putting the phone away and turned to the other side again.

"Arrggghhh! Wish we could live together,"she thought and then added,"but of course, Miss.Isha is the one who owns you."

Suddenly the phone rang and she turned back and held it getting shocked. She received the call and said,"you're still awake?"

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄|Hardik Pandya|Rishabh PantWhere stories live. Discover now