" Shubman, try to understand you have the final match in a month".

Shubman was sitting quietly on the sofa while his coach lectured him. He stared at the floor, unable to answer.

"Shubman! This was your dream, right? You wanted to win the final match, so why the fuck are you not moving your ass!" He scolded. Shubman bit his lower lip, trying to come up with something.

Finally, Shubman looked up and met his coach's intense gaze. His eyes held frustration.

"I understand bhaiya, believe me! This is still my dream. I want to win the final match more then anything, but Yn is not well yet. I have to take care of her," Shubman replied, his voice steady.

His coach signed. " We have worked so hard for this moment, and you're making everything, every single fucking hard work go in vain because of a girl you met a few months ago!".

Shubman took a deep breath, trying not to let his words affect him. He can do anything for her, even if means letting go of his dream.

" I am sorry bhaiya-"

" I don't need your fucking sorry! I just want you in the ring from tomorrow. I fucking want you to continue your training from tomorrow! Am I clear?".

"I...I can't promise that".

His coach signed again, his frustration still evident. "You better come tomorrow Shubman. I have seen great potential in your, and it would be a shame to see it wasted".

Yn was listening to everything, her heart drowning in guilt, tears streaming down her face. She had never wanted to be the reason for Shubman's dream to be shattered. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from breaking down.

' If I had not collide with him that night, he wouldn't have to face so many problems today. It's all my fault.

She wiped the tears, and made her way inside his room. Determined to make him focus on his training.
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"Yn, please talk to me. Hey! What is my fault. What did I do?"

Mrs D'Souza was just smiling at them seeing how were acting like a couple. Yn turned towards Mrs D'Souza and said with a frown, her lips pouting a little, making her look so adorable, " Please tell him, either he continues his training or stop talking to me".

"Ah...ba-"

"I heard that, Mrs D'Souza," he interrupted. He knelt in front of Yn, licking his lips before holding the wheelchair arms and moving her close to him. "Yn, you're being childish! I can continue my training later, but right know you need help-".

"Mrs D'Souza his here for me she can help me. Mrs D'Souza say something!"
"Yes sir I am there I will help her". Shubman signed as he know that he can't win against her.

"Okay fine I'll go for training. Know please talk to me".

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" Take your medicine on time, eat your food and if you need anything ask Mrs D'Souza instead of doing yourself-".

"Will you go know I am not child" Yn interrupted felling frustrated with his overprotectiveness. Shubham turned towards Mrs D'Souza" please take care of her and giv-" "Ugh, baba you already told me thousands time".

"Alright, alright, I am leaving now. Take care both of you." With one final smile, he walked towards the door, glancing back at Yn before stepping out.

As he left, Mrs D'Souza turned towards her with a smile " he cares about you alot my child".

Yn blushes " I know, Mrs D'Souza and I am grateful to it. He's always been there for me".

Mrs D'Souza patted Yn's hand reassuring. " And he always will be, Yn. Now focus on your recovery, shall we?" Yn nodded.
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"Come on Shubman you're lagging behind". Shubman tried his best to focus on his game but your thoughts were running around his mind.

He stopped in his track and glared at his coach, storming towards him and grabbing him by his collar.

"You have been making me jump like frog from two hours! What do you expect". Shubman shouted his voice his mix with anger and concern about Yn.

He went to his dressing room took out his phone and looked at his screen before messing Yn "hey! How are you just wanted to check on you".

He hesitated for a moment before sending her the message. He cares about her deeply, and she was always in his mind.

He knew Mrs D'Souza was capable of taking care of her, but his heart still ached at the thought of her being in trouble. He couldn't explain but he had a nagging feeling that something bad might happen.

He signed " why isn't she responding? I'll call her".

Just as he was about to call her his phone buzzed " I am doing good Shubman".

Shubman smiled relieved that she was doing fine but his moment paused when he realised that she said shubman instead of shubham ji.

Shrugging it off as a slip of tongue, he assumed she was just casual in the text message. He typed his response.

" All right, if you say so but if you need anything just make a call." He pressed send and continue his practice.

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He entered the password and made his way inside the penthouse. He was eager to meet her and see if she's doing fine.

He made himself comfort on the couch "Yn i am home, Mrs D'Souza please bring a glass of water". However there was no response. Opening his eyes he got up from the couch.

He made his way to kitchen and found no one as he made his way to leave his heard a groan it's was Mrs D'Souza.

"Mrs D'Souza" Shubman rushed towards her kneeling infront of her.

"Baba! Th...they took Yn away. I am sorry I couldn't save her" she stammered. Fear gnawed at the pit of his stomach as he took his phone out and called the ambulance.
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He knew who was behind it. He speed his care not caring about the traffic, his eyes were red with anger and the only thing he was concerned about was Yn, His Yn.

Finally, after what he felt to eternity, Shubman arrived at Jivika's mansion. He parked his car haphazardly and rushed towards the entrance.

"Where is Yn?" His voice thundered, earning the attention from Jivika, who was sitting on the luxurious couch with her leg crossed over. She smiled shyly upon seeing him huffing in anger.

"What do you mean, who is Yn?".

" Jivika, don't act like you don't know anything. Now tell me, where is Yn?".

She slowly rose from the couch and walked towards him in seductive manner. "Shubman, I don't know what you're talk-" her voice got stuck in her throat as Shubman grabbed her neck tightly.

"Don't lie!" He growled, his eyes burning with anger. Jivika struggled to free herself from his grip, gasping for breath.

"Let..let go of me" she choked, Shubman released her. " Start talking".

"Yn, yn, yn" her eyes filled with tears, she clenched her jaw before smirking
"Why do you care so much about her is she good in-"

"Jivika, I don't care about your twisted fantasies or your sick jealousy. Just tell me where is Yn!".

Jivika smirked faded, replaced by a look of desire. " Shubman, Shubman you know how much I love you. That night I was drunk it just happened".

"Jivika, where the fuck is Yn". He said his voice low and dangerous.

Jivika scoffed, she wiped the tears that fell from her eyes, " I did everything to get you, but still you want that bitch. I killed your parents and made it look like an accident because they were against our marriage".

Shubman was stunned hearing all the things she said, how can she? How dare she! He again held her throat in a tight grip " You...you killed my parents?" He hissed through gritted teeth.

"How could you". " I did it for us. They were standing in the way of our love".

Shubman's grip tightened his nail digging in Jivika's skin " you're mentally ill. You're just obsessed with me that it!" He shouted. Her face was turning into purple colour she gasped for breath "Shub...man, sh...ubman" he released her.

But Shubman's rage reached to peak, she pushed Jivika away from him " wh..what else did you do to make my life miserable! Huh!".

He stare at the ceiling joining the dots
"You were behind Yn's car accident, right? He hold her arms tightly.
His eyes filled with rage and anger.

"I can never forgive you, I will deal with you later know tell me where is she".

Jivika rolled her eyes before opening her mouth "in the basement".

He ran towards the basement. Opened the door the sight made his heart drop.

Yn was tied to a chair, her eyes swollen from crying. Blood splatters strained the wall, and the stench of fear hung heavily in the air.

He untied her quickly, their eyes locking in a mixture of relief and love "I ma sorry because of me you have to go through it".

Yn sniffed her voice barely audible "I am scared Shubman ji"

He gently lifted her in his arms, carefully untangling the ropes that bound her. Yn winched in pain held on Shubman tightly, finding solace in his presence.

"I was s...so scared, i thought I won't be able to see you again...." She fists his shirt, before crying her heart out.

Shubman tightened the hug, kissing the crown of her head, letting her cry on his chest.

"I-I....I love you"

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