Chapter 1

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Roza's pov:-

Being a sports physiotherapist is everything I worked for and now that I've achieved the ultimate goal of my life, it feels unreal. The feeling is not exactly the same as what I had imagined it to be, but it was good nonetheless. Opportunities to work in better places and to get a permanent position was all I was looking for, filling up applications wherever I could and looking for setting up my own chamber was the next goal now.

Amidst all these, one impulsive but definitely the best decision I had taken was to enroll myself in a mathematics PhD programme. Though I couldn't make it my mainstream, but maths being my favorite, gave me all the joy I needed to relax myself.

It did help to calm my nerves, but besides that, cricket was something that proved to be an intermediate path between me and my childhood version. It helped me to go back to the childhood version of Roza, fangirling over her favorite IPL team. I had been a Kolkata Knight Riders fan since I can remember. And trust me, nothing worked better than them just playing, to put a smile on my face. Them winning just raised it's value.

To be honest, I started watching cricket when I got this huge crush on this player, but it didn't take me time to get attached to the game as well. This year the team management had announced earlier, that ny favourite player, AKA the Venkatesh Iyer was the supposed captain of the team. Damn, I guess the prayers were going to be more intense now.

Certainly, all I ever wanted was them becoming this year's champion. Every prayer of mine led to the same. As the crush phase was long gone, and now all that mattered was them becoming the champions, or just playing well for that matter.

This one night after the announcement of his captaincy my best friends, Zunaira and Rishabh were sitting on the terrace of flat's building. Thay day had been hectic to describe in a word. University, practice sessions at the senior's chamber, compulsory hospital duties, it had all drained me. But a cup of tea with them, while stargazing and some songs felt like heaven.

While talking about random things Rishabh nudged me showing something on his phone, "Sports Physiotherapists ke applications are open. You could try bro, tere degrees dekhke le lenge yeh log."

"Kaha bro? Aise hi I can't apply anywhere na-"

"Physiotherapist unit of the Kolkata Knight Riders Franchise," he said in a tone so straight, it made me believe he was being sarcastic. I looked at him, my eyes so wide it could come out.

Realising what he had said after a while I laughed. I broke into a for of laughter and said, "You're mad. Trust me Tu apna dimaag thikane lagake aya hai." I laughed again. "They take experienced people sir, and I've not even started my career properly. Apne players ko marwane ke liye lenge mujhko woh?" I asked.

"Suno Roza, the thing is, it doesn't take anything to apply. Apply karde, uske baad nahi hua toh well and good, pas soch ho gaya toh kya hoga? Dream come true wala moment ho jayega!" Zunaira exclaimed adding to Rishabh's illogical thoughts.

"Okay fine, but that's not even my freaking dream" I said. "Why are you guys becoming so freaking illogical. Yaar nahi lenge mujhe bhai samjh-"

"Dare, uss din ka apka pending dare hai yeh. Tu apply karegi aur mujhe screen shot bhejegi. That's it end of conversation," Rishabh pulled the exact nerve he had to.

"Bitch you're mentally retarded," I said getting annoyed.

"Pehli baat toh I'm not a bitch, you could call me a bastard. Aur dusri baat yeh ki ma'am you can't bak away from this now," He said.

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That night while writing the application form I had this uncertain anxiety building up. I knew for a matter of fact that I'll not receive any email, but something in my gut wrenched. It made me feel odd. There was this sensation very unknown to me. 

I knew I was not getting the job, but I had something which made me think differently. What if I get the job? What if I do get to work with them? I know it's not my dream, but what if it does come true? What. If.

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A/n: This was the first chapter!! Hope you guys liked it.

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