Bade Sapne

Shanti (Phir Se Kho Gayi)

Ishan's POV

The final whistle blew, and I barely registered the applause as we wrapped up our match against KKR. Normally, the electric buzz of victory-or sting of loss-would consume me, but today, my mind was split. Every play, every swing, even every break in the match had been distracted by thoughts of Vira. It was a wonder I'd managed to keep focus on the game at all.

After we left the field, I checked my phone, hoping for a message, a missed call from her. Instead, there was a text from Priya: "Vira's in the hospital. Ishan, you should come."

The words hit me hard, and all the post-match exhaustion evaporated instantly. A part of me wanted to panic, to drop everything and run. But the other part-the part still reeling from how I'd seen Shubman getting closer to her recently-held me back. Was I still the one she wanted to see? Or had things already changed?

But she was in pain, and none of those doubts mattered. I threw on a fresh shirt, grabbed my bag, and headed to the hospital, willing the rickshaw to move faster. Every second dragged on, and by the time I reached, my heart was pounding harder than it had during the match.

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I stepped into the quiet corridor, the antiseptic smell thick in the air, the quiet hum of machines beeping blurred into the background, and made my way to her room. As I neared, I could hear soft voices-a murmur that I recognized immediately.

Shubman was already here.

I forced myself to take a steadying breath, clenching and unclenching my fists as I reached the slightly open door. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but their conversation floated through the quiet space.

Shubman's POV

Vira looked fragile, like the smallest breath of air could tip her over. But I could tell she was fighting, that stubborn glint in her eye that wouldn't let her give up. I wanted to make things easier, even if just for now. I leaned forward, speaking softly, sharing a dumb memory from last season, hoping it might make her smile, even a little.

Just then, her eyes fluttered closed, and she looked almost peaceful. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and whispered, "You're okay, Vira. Main hoon yahan." I could feel a soft squeeze of her hand as she drifted off, her lips curving faintly, like she found some comfort in those words.

But as I straightened, I noticed movement in the doorway.

Ishan's POV

Seeing them together hit me harder than I thought it would. Vira was lying there, her hand inches from his, his touch lingering softly, and they seemed so... at ease. It was a quiet, close moment that felt completely foreign to me, like I was intruding on something private.

I hadn't even made a sound, but he looked up, catching me in the doorway. His face shifted, as if he was about to explain, but I didn't give him a chance.

Without a word, I turned and stormed back down the hall. I could feel my heart pounding, my chest tight with a mix of anger and hurt that I could barely process. My footsteps echoed, sharp and hollow, as I fought to keep my expression in check.

It shouldn't hurt this much. But every time I tried to shake it off, an image of them together flashed in my mind, followed by Priya's words echoing from that morning, that Shubman had been spending more time with her. I clenched my fists as I walked, feeling the simmering anger rise, mingling with the sting of something I didn't want to name.

Was I being irrational? Maybe. But in that moment, it felt like everything I'd worried about was coming true. I'd tried so hard, played things by the rules, made sure I was there for her, and now-yeh sab kuch waste tha?

My hands were still clenched as I stepped outside the hospital. Have I lost her, phir se?

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A/N: 

Ok, yes it's beeen AGES since I last updated, but I've had a lot going on recently, but yeah.  I don't have much to say here, really. 

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