ICT BL - oneshots

jaane do

" The Art of letting go "

" Jane do

Wo afsana jise , anjam tak Lana na mumkin ho

Usse ek khubsurat mod de ker chorna acha hai "

" Let go

That story which isn't possible to bring to conclusion

It's good to leave it with a beautiful twist "

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The Art of Letting Go

Rohit Sharma stood on the pitch of Wankhede Stadium, the floodlights casting long shadows. The crowd had long gone, but the echoes of their cheers still lingered in the air. He glanced up at the stands, remembering the countless matches he and Virat had played together. Today was different. Today, it felt like the end of an era.

Virat Kohli approached him, his footsteps echoing in the empty stadium. "Rohit, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Sab chale gaye."

Rohit turned, a wistful smile on his face. "Bas, kuch yaadein yaad kar raha tha. Yeh pitch... yeh stadium... sab kuch yaad dila rahe hain."

Virat sighed, standing next to him. "Haan, sab kuch badal gaya hai na?"

"Change toh hona hi tha, Virat," Rohit replied softly. "Par kuch cheezein humesha yaad reh jaati hain."

They stood in silence for a while, both lost in their own memories. The bond they shared was more than just professional. It was personal, deep, and complex. They had been through victories and losses, highs and lows, both on and off the field.

"Virat," Rohit finally said, breaking the silence. "Tumhein pata hai na ki humara safar yahan khatam nahi hota?"

Virat looked at him, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "Pata hai, Rohit. Par ab alag raastein hain."

Rohit nodded, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Mujhe yaad hai woh din jab humne pehli baar saath khela tha. Tumhara junoon, tumhara dedication... sab kuch alag tha."

Virat chuckled, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Aur tumhara calmness, tumhara guidance... woh bhi kabhi bhool nahi sakta."

Rohit took a deep breath, feeling the need to say what was in his heart. "Virat, tumhare bina yeh journey incomplete lagti hai. Par main samajh gaya hoon ki letting go bhi ek art hai."

Virat looked at him, a tear escaping his eye. "Haan, letting go bhi zaroori hai. Par iska matlab yeh nahi ki pyaar kam ho gaya hai."

Rohit smiled, wiping away his own tears. "Pyaar kabhi kam nahi hoga, Virat. Yeh bas ek naye chapter ki shuruaat hai."

Virat's expression grew more serious as he hesitated. "Rohit, BCCI ka pressure bahut badh gaya tha. Unhone humare relationship ko accept nahi kiya. Team dynamics, media scrutiny... sab kuch complicate ho gaya."

Rohit clenched his fists, anger flashing in his eyes briefly. "Haan, unhone humein alag karne ki puri koshish ki. Par kya hum itne kamzor hain ki unki baaton mein aa gaye?"

Virat shook his head, his voice breaking. "Nahi, Rohit. Par kabhi kabhi humein team ke liye sacrifices karne padte hain. BCCI ne jo pressure dala, usne sab kuch badal diya."

Rohit sighed deeply, the weight of their decision pressing down on him. "Humne apna pyaar bhi sacrifice kar diya. Yeh decision sahi tha ya nahi, pata nahi. Par ab humein accept karna hoga."

They embraced, the weight of unspoken words heavy between them. They knew this was not the end of their relationship, but the beginning of a new phase. One where they would support each other from a distance, cherishing the memories they had created together.

"Chalo, ab ghar chalte hain," Virat said, pulling back and forcing a smile. "Kal naya din hoga, naye challenges ke saath."

Rohit nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Haan, kal naya din hoga. Aur hum phir se milenge, kisi naye safar par."

As they walked out of the stadium together, the floodlights dimmed, and the echoes of their past faded into the night. They knew that true love meant letting go and allowing each other to grow, no matter how painful it was.

And in that letting go, they found a new kind of strength, a new kind of bond that would never be broken.

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It is a art to let go of someone

Some may think break up etho hey kya farak padta hai

nahin, use jaane dene ke vichaar se hee mere dil ko thes pahunchatee hai, mainne use apanee aatma se pyaar kiya hai, kyonki mera dimaag bhool jaata hai aur mera dil ruk sakata hai

No, the thought of letting him go hurts my heart, I have loved him with all my soul, because my mind boggles and my heart stops.

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Felt like i should write it

So I did

But I want to dedicate this to 3 of my fav authors.

ShipperofICT
cricketxshots
alishaa_18

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