𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 [ Yashasvi Jaiswal ]

39

Divya sat on her couch, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambiance in her living room. It had been a month since Yashasvi left for the T20 World Cup in New York, and she had been eagerly following the tournament, cheering for India with every match. Today, India had emerged victorious, lifting the World Cup trophy amidst celebrations and jubilation.

She watched the post-match celebrations on TV, her heart swelling with pride for the team and for Yashasvi, even though he had been benched throughout the tournament. She knew how much he had wanted to contribute on the field, but circumstances hadn't aligned for him this time.

As the clock ticked past midnight, breaking the stillness of her apartment, Divya's phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Yashasvi's name flashing brightly. With a quick breath to steady herself, she answered the call.

"Hey," Divya greeted softly, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation.

"Hey, Vya," Yashasvi's voice came through the line, tinged with excitement and relief. "We did it. India won."

Divya couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with happiness for him. "I know! I watched the whole match. You must be thrilled."

There was a pause on the other end, and Divya could sense Yashasvi's mixed emotions. "Yeah, it's surreal," he admitted finally. "But... I wish I could've been out there on the field, you know? It's bittersweet."

"I understand," Divya said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "You're a part of that victory too, Yash. Your hard work and dedication contributed to the team's journey."

Yashasvi sighed, his voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and frustration. "I know. Thanks, Vya. I just... I wanted to share this moment with you."

Divya's heart warmed at his words, knowing how much he valued their connection despite the distance. "I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you."

"Me too," Yashasvi admitted, his voice softening. "I miss you, Vya. I wish I could celebrate with you in person."

Divya closed her eyes briefly, imagining what it would be like to have him beside her, sharing in the joy of India's victory. "I miss you too, Yash," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence, filled with unspoken emotions and longing. "I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back," Yashasvi said earnestly. "We'll celebrate properly, just the two of us."

Divya smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. "I look forward to it," she replied softly. "But for now, I'm just happy to hear your voice."

"Same here," Yashasvi agreed, his tone gentle. "I wish I could stay besides you but I have bad news, there is a storm here in the west indies so we may have a delay of 3 days ".

Divya's heart sank slightly at the news of the delay. She knew how unpredictable weather could be during cricket tours, but it didn't make the separation any easier. "That's alright, Yash. Safety first," she said reassuringly. "Take care of yourself and the team. I'll be waiting for your call when you land safely."

"After some sort of celebrations in Mumbai. I have to immediately leave for the Zimbabwe series".

Divya's heart sank slightly at Yashasvi's mention of the upcoming Zimbabwe series and their inability to meet for the next two weeks. The news of another separation, even temporary, weighed on her despite her attempts to remain understanding. She had grown accustomed to the uncertainties and demands of Yashasvi's cricketing career, but that didn't make it easier to accept the gaps in their time together.