“Good afternoon sir” he politely greets him
“You look disturbed ahaan”
“Haa sir, jabse bhaiya aaye hai kisi se baat nahi kiye hai, bass chup chaap bethe hue hai” a new player named aman tells to the coach
“Tum log yaha pe aagaye, jaake apne reels banao mujhe ahaan se baat karni hai”
Shoos him away
“I am sorry sir I wasn’t able to interact, not as a captain but at least as a player I should have been more attentive, I am sorry sir”
“Ladki ka naam kya hai?” he asks out of no where, ahaan looks shocked in his direction
“Batao kon hai, sharmani ke baat nahi hai” asks sitting beside him
“Ishqi, Ishqi deol” he says in a daze
“Ishqi cricket dekhti hai?I mean journalist hai par kya follow karti hai?”
“Meri fan hai bhai, in fact aapki bhi” says with a smile
“Waah tab tho achi hi hogi, usko mai approve kar raha hun”
“Par maine approval pucha nahi hai bhai”
“I am still your coach young man”
“And you are still my brother old man”
“Tho ye bhai ka advice loge?” looks up as the conversation goes serious again
“Kya advice bhai?”
“Ki tumhara personal life pressure game pe nahi dena hai, I know ahaan its really hard ye profession jitna asaan dikhta hai utna nahi hai, sabko paisa fame yehi lagta hai par it’s not just that, jo log aaj tumhe praise karenge na vahi log agar tumhara performance bura gaya tho taana dena shuru kar dete hai, desh ke liye khel hi rahe ho desh ke liye konse lad rahe ho bolte hai, Indian media ki toxicity ki hadd hi nahi hai ahaan, Sachin Tendulkar god of cricket bolte hai, but jab vahi Sachin se runs nahi bann rahe the unhe bhi bol diya tha, Bhagwaan ko taana dete ahaan ye log ham tho insaan hai hame kyun chodenge”
“Par kehna tho hame na, Ishqi ko kyun? Vo kya galat ki hai? Infact hamare relationship mai har cheez mai first move mai hi karta hun, I told her ki I like her, I told her I love her, but saare taane usse kyun mil rahe hai? Pyaar karna bhi galat hai kya bhai?”
“Bilkul bhi nahi, in fact tumhara haq hai no one is supposed to question you, but media is toxic ahaan, talk to her as much as you can, usko ye sab cheezo ka adat nahi hoga, just don’t let your distance play a role in it” pats his back
“Thanks bhai” hugs him
“Good firse old man bolega na 50 laps I am telling you” hugging him back
“Ok sir” chuckles with him
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7 YEARS BACK
NIGHT CRICKET GROUND
A young girl of around 18 years sitting with a bunch of young kids like her, chatting, bickering laughing, teasing and what not, a bit unusual thing to do in 9 of night for 18 years old but looked like no body cared.
“Ye red cap idhar aa tho” the same girl called a guy
By looking at him it showed that he was a player, for a 16 year old he was really grown up, sweat dripping from his face, the local school jersey sticking to his body, the faint abs pattern was seen, a tinge of biceps of too, as she called him he takes his cap off and walks towards them
“Kya chahiye?”
“Kya naam hai tumhara?” asks with same attitude
“Kyun? Itna pasand aagaya hun kya?” smirks at her
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Ishq Bulavaa💓
FanfictionScoring runs, being arrogant, living life with money, keeping walls around his heart and showing a fake image around everyone is his life, lovely bubbly a kid at heart living her life to the fullest what will happen when they collide....... Followi...
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