My heart raced with anticipation as I made my way through the bustling corridors of the cricket stadium, my footsteps echoing against the polished floors. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in my career, my first day on the job as Team India's sports psychologist, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through my veins. 

As I stepped into the dressing room, my heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I knew that this was the moment I had been waiting for, the chance to prove myself as the new sports psychologist for Team India. As I entered I scanned the room for that one person I just wanted to steal a glance of. 
I looked. He was already staring. 
Those brown eyes are driving me insane and when he looks at me I swear I can't breath.
Well , there he was not at all intending to turn his eyes away.

Rahul Dravid, the esteemed head coach of the team, rose from his seat with a warm smile, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. "Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice steady and confident. "I'd like to introduce you all to someone very special. This is Avni, our new sports psychologist."

My cheeks flushed with  nervousness as I stood beside him, her eyes flickering over the faces of the players before me. But it was his gaze that held me captive, his eyes filled with a mixture of  recognition and something else that sent a shiver down her spine.

"KL here has graciously offered to take over the introductions," Rahul Dravid continued, gesturing towards his namesake with a knowing smile. "He knows Avni from her previous work, and I have every confidence that he'll do a fantastic job."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Rahul bhai  stepped forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he surveyed the room. "Alright, folks, let's make Avni feel welcome, shall we?" he said, his voice filled with warmth and camaraderie.

One by one, he proceeded to introduce me to each member of the team. As he introduced me to The Rohit sharma, I swear I could have passed out right then and there.I shook hands with him with a pleasant ,'Hello sir' to which he responded,"Arey, sir wir mat bol. Bhaiya is ok." That is just Rohit Sharma being Rohit sharma.

 And as I shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with each player, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling within my chest. These are the same people I would have died to even get a glance of, a few years back. But right now, I don't know. I mean i am feeling happy but cricket has never been same to me since that day I left. 

As Rahul bhai guided me towards Dev, a rush of conflicting emotions swirled within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. His presence sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a firestorm of memories that I had long tried to bury deep within my heart.I couldn't help but steal a glance at Dev, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as our eyes met. In that fleeting moment, it felt as though time stood still, the weight of our shared history hanging heavy in the air between us. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and we both retreated behind masks of indifference, our expressions carefully neutral as we exchanged pleasantries.As our hands met in a tentative shake, I felt a pang of longing deep within me, a silent plea for a love that had once burned brightly but had since faded into the shadows of the past. But I pushed the feelings aside, burying them beneath a facade of composure as I forced a smile and nodded politely at Dev.Meanwhile, Rahul observed the exchange with keen interest, his eyes flickering between Dev and me as though searching for something he couldn't quite name. A faint furrow appeared between his brows, a silent question lingering in the air, but he said nothing, choosing instead to let the moment pass without comment.I  felt a sense of relief wash over me as Rahul remained oblivious to the complexities of our past, his innocence serving as a shield against the storm of emotions threatening to consume us both. In that moment, I realized that perhaps some things were better left unsaid, that sometimes the most powerful emotions were those that remained hidden beneath the surface.As I turned away from Dev, a sense of melancholy settled over me, a quiet ache in my heart for the love we had lost but never forgotten. I hope he knew that the hardest thing have ever done is walk away  still madly in love with him And as I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what might have been, if only I had been brave enough to seize the love that still lingered between us.

Despite the butterflies in my stomach and the lingering tension between me and Dev, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. With Rahul's guidance and the support of the team, I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead and prove myself worthy of her new role.