This is a filler chapter as Virat and Eira are back to their routine. Need more votes and comments. Don't be a silent reader xx
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"Come on boys! Pass the ball, yes. Yes."
Virat encouraged throwing the ball back at Rohan and then at Jadeja. They were in the middle of a session, a practice session and everyone knew not to screw with Virat right now.
The captain was as strict as anything during this time which meant not even the ones close to him, not even Jadeja, Ashwin or Shikhar could say anything. They had to focus.
Virat glared when he saw three dull faces, sleepy eyes. They had shown up for practice late and the head coach was too fucking lazy to even notice.
"Ajay, Varun and Tanmay. You have to step up your game, you people have been slacking recently. Showing up at practice late, twice!" Virat exclaimed, his jaw clenching.
The boys looked apologetic. They gulped and looked at Virat.
"Sorry, Virat bhai. Wo kya hai na..shaadi ke baad thora time lagta hai subah uthne ko."
What a fucking logic! It angered Virat seeing them so damn un passionate.
Virat turned his life around, left the one he loved for this game and they couldn't even get up?
"Okay, tell the coach that you'd much rather be at home instead of practice for the world cup. We'll get someone to replace you." Virat responded coolly.
He then saw the looks of horror on their faces. The surprised look. The captain wouldn't do that, would he? He probably would. He definitely would.
Their faces showed their thoughts.
"What? No! Captain, sorry." They apologised together.
Virat rolled his eyes.
Fine.
"Last warning, don't be late. Three rounds of the whole stadium, ten minutes. Go." Virat felt like he was Shahrukh Khan and this was Chak De India.
They had to be reminded that their passion, their love for the country could only be shown by one thing.
Their commitment to the game.
Rohit threw a lazy smirk at Virat as he passed the ball to him.
"Look at you being strict." He said chuckling.
"Look at you being lazy instead of practicing." Virat replied, his tone was stiff.
"Shutup, Don't try to intimidate me. We kept calling yesterday and you didn't pick up. Did she show up?"
Virat knew their was no good in hiding anything from his friend. He would tell Ritika anyways and Rohit would get his answers, after all.
"We talked. She is happy, too happy for it to be real. She was different, better?" Virat responded in short answers as he concentrated on the ball that was nearing him again. He threw the ball back at Ashwin.
"Was she rude?" Rohit asked.
"No..she was cold. And somehow that was worse." Virat replied.
Frankly, I don't give a fuck.
That voice still rung in his ears.
"Are you willing to let her go now?" Rohit questioned hoping for a positive answer.
"I don't think I'll ever be willing to let her go." Virat truthfully stated as a reply.
Before, Rohit could reply..Virat saw Ashish holding the ball and talking instead of throwing it.
"Ashish, you idiot. Throw the ball." Virat yelled, his voice startled Ashish and he threw the ball in a hurry.
The ball was in Virat's hands when the coach tapped his shoulder.
"Virat," He started off.
"Yes, coach."
"You're being hard on the boys." Virat mentally cursed the coach.
Fucking behnchod. He said.
"I'm doing what you can't do coach, don't tell me what to do." Virat responded with an attitude. He knew the coach could complain about his attitude problem but Virat would get away with it.
"Your arrogance will be the reason team India doesn't win the world cup." The coach stated in anger.
"My arrogance will be the reason Team India wins."
Virat's reply was just like him. Full of arrogance and confidence.
"You have scars on your wrist, fresh scars. Why did you do that?" Eira questioned the girl sitting in front of her.
The girl gave her a blank face.
"Because it gave me physical pain, I wanted to feel that. I didn't want to feel numb."
Some people do that, when they are so depressed that they feel numb, or they feel so damaged emotionally that they feel the need to damage themselves in a physical manner to feel some thing.
"There are other ways to feel, you know?" Eira responded softly.
"Like what? Coming to a therapist?" She shot back making Eira smirk.
"Yes, coming to a therapist. Talking to a stranger who won't judge you for shit, because that's what therapists do. They don't fuck with you, they just want to help you feel better." Eira explained. The girl leaned forward on her seat.
"You curse?" She questioned her.
"Who doesn't?" Eira responded. The girl sat back satisfied. Eira took a deep breath as the girl waited a while to speak.
"Life is unfair." She stated after a while.
"Why do you think that?"
"You think it's fair? Why would God take away my mom then?" She cried, her eyes teared up. Eira smiled sadly.
"It's unfair to everyone." She told her back.
"So how do I make it fair? How do I survive when I think no one cares? When the one who cared is dead. How do I heal?"
"You heal by choosing to heal." Eira softly said but her answer obviously wasn't enough.
It was true though. If you truly wanted to be happy, to be healed, you could get better. All it took was a little bit effort and maybe a slight therapy.
"You think I don't want to heal? My mother freaking died and I couldn't do anything to stop it." Eira pursued her lips, looking at the clock and seeing that time for the session had ended.
"How about I give you a book, read it. I don't care how, just read it. It's audio books are also available if you want. I think it'd really help." Eira gave the girl a book from the shelf and patted her shoulder.
"You think I'll be okay?"
"You'll survive."
Eira finally said, after a while the girl stood up and Eira did too, ending the day.
She left the office and walked back inside her house. She was just at the foyer when Suriya came rushing inside.
