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Dhoni - Jadeja ( Patch up ) - 2

The days leading up to the RCB match felt like an eternity. Jadeja's heart was in turmoil, torn between his love for Dhoni and his need to stand up for himself. He knew he had to talk to someone, and who better than Virat, the RCB captain, who had known Dhoni for years and his dearest friend . A chance encounter in the corridor leading to the team bus gave him the opportunity he needed.

"Virat," Jadeja called out, his voice echoing in the emptiness. Virat looked up from his phone, his brow furrowing in surprise at the sight of Jadeja. "Can we talk?"

Virat nodded, his curiosity piqued. They stepped aside, the bustle of players and staff moving around them like a river around two rocks. "What's up, Jaddu?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Jadeja took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's Mahi," he began, his voice shaking. "We had a fight, and I... I told him we needed a break."

Virat's expression grew serious. "A break?" he repeated, his eyes searching Jadeja's face.

Jadeja nodded, his eyes welling up. "I didn't mean it," he choked out, the tears spilling over. "But I was so angry, I didn't know what else to do."

Virat's hand shot out, gripping Jadeja's shoulder firmly. "Let's go," he said, his voice a comforting rumble. "We'll grab a chai at the café around the corner. You can tell me everything."

The café was a small, cozy place, the aroma of spiced tea and fresh samosas filling the air. Virat led Jadeja to a table in the corner, the quiet hum of the TV broadcasting highlights of their match a gentle backdrop to their conversation.

Jadeja took a sip of the steaming chai, the warmth spreading through him like a balm. He began to recount the argument, his voice trembling as he spoke of Dhoni's stubbornness and his own frustration. He described the feeling of being belittled in front of the young players, his heartache raw and palpable.

Virat listened intently, his own expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Mahi can be a bull-headed at times," he said, his voice a gentle reminder of Dhoni's infamous stubbornness. "But you know he cares for you."

Jadeja nodded, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But I just wanted him to listen, to understand that I'm worried about him."

Virat leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "Sometimes," he began, "we have to be the ones to step back and let the people we care about face their own battles."

Jadeja sniffled, looking up at Virat with hope in his eyes. "But what if he doesn't come around?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

Virat offered a small smile. "Give him time," he said. "And maybe, just maybe, he'll realize how much he needs you by his side."

The two men sat in companionable silence, the clinking of cups and the murmur of other conversations a comforting blanket around them. Jadeja felt a weight lifted from his shoulders, the burden of his emotions shared with someone who understood the complexities of their world.

As they finished their tea, Virat clapped Jadeja on the back. "You'll figure it out," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "And if you need anything, I'm here."

Jadeja nodded, his eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thanks, Virat," he murmured. "I just hope Mahi sees sense before it's too late."

Virat's smile grew a little sad. "I'm sure he will," he said. "But for now, you need to focus on yourself. You're a vital part of the team, and you can't let personal issues affect your game."

Jadeja took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. "You're right," he said, standing up. "Thank you for listening."

Virat stood with him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. "Anytime, Jaddu," he said. "Now go get some rest. We've got a big match coming up, and I'll need you at your best."