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My dear coach...!

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sanjay...a man who is focused on his principals.

He pulled on his jersey - the number 27 stitched in white. For the world, it was just a number. For him, it was his father's dream stitched over his heart.

He lived for the game - cold, focused, and untouchable.
Until she stepped into his life, the girl who learned hockey because of him.

Nidhi...! a calming person.

She admired him, followed his guidance, and stood by him when the world turned its back.
To her, he was more than a coach.
To him, she became the reason to feel again.

Between training sessions and unspoken glances, their bond grew stronger - built on trust, respect, and something neither of them dared to name.

Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with grand confessions...
It grows quietly - in every lesson, every match, and every heartbeat shared on the ice.

just spare a glace at this story guys...I swear you won't regret it. pls show some supportAll Rights Reserved

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