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Anya's POV:

We were playing the finals with Australian team.

We were ahead of them, the scores were 20 and 4.

The team passed me the ball and I started running while dribbling the ball.

When I started doing lap shot, a girl put her leg in between and I fell very hardly on the ground.

Ahh, fuck that actually fucking hurts. One I was coming with so much speed and second I took a huge jump.

The referee came and showed the girl red card. The girl went out, my team members came near me.

" Are you okay, Anya?" The captain asked while making me stand. Oh, it actually hurts a lot, maybe she just broke my bone but I can't just leave the game, We are just going to win and I can't make my team lose. If I back out, they will throw us out.

" Yeah."

" Will you be able to play?"

" Yeah."

" If you can't don't pressure yourself. We can backout, you know."

" I am okay."

The game continued and another girl came to play instead of that girl.

The game again started going on, I didn't ran too much. Again when I was running while dribbling another girl came in front of me blocking my way, I ran from the side, but suddenly I was thrown on the ground. And wait a minute, my leg was bleeding.

This girl just kicked me so hard. Ouch! This girl definitely have something like blade on her shoes.

I couldn't see anything more because everything started turning black around me.

Author's POV:

As soon as Armaan got to know Anya is hospitalized, he left Switzerland and went straight into the Paris.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

The room door opened to reveal, Armaan. Anya was sitting on the hospital bed with hospital clothes on and was talking to Shanaya, no sign of sadness was visible on her face.

Armaan hugged Anya tightly while kneeling in front of her. A tear drop fell from his eyes.

Shanaya already told him Anya's condition, that she can get paralyzed for her rest of the life and will never be able to walk.

Anya caressed his hairs and Armaan snuggled more into her neck.

Shanaya left the room giving both of them space.

" Are you okay?" He asked while looking at her.

" I am absolutely fine." She said with a smile.

" How are you, fine? Seeing you like this breaks my heart? Isn't it paining?" His eyes were filled with worry, not pity, which showed how much he loves her.

" Why won't I should be happy? I played for my country. We won the match. And about my legs, I will go to USA for further treatments and if it will be my luck to walk again, I will." She said with a proud smile.

He snuggled more into her.

" Wait! I am angry from you. Why are you here? When I restricted you to come here? Don't you have a tournament to play?"

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