Little Things | Hardik Pandya

The one where they make up.

Reva's POV

Chachu was gone before I reached Pune.

When dad saw me, every strong muscle inside of his body gave up and he broke down.

Then so did mum.

Reyansh wasn't here yet.

Reyansh was Chachu's only son.
He lived in the states.

So until he came back, the responsibility of keeping the family strong was on my shoulders.

Manish said that he would stay back for the funeral despite my protests.

Reyansh came and I finally broke down in his arms.

It was too soon for chachu to leave us.

Manish stayed by my side throughout it all.

And I was thankful.

After the funeral, I insisted Manish that he should leave.

He agreed after I promised him that I would take care of myself.

Reyansh decided to take mum and dad to the states with him until I was on tour

About 2 weeks later when I returned back home, my ticket to Durban was waiting for me in the mail.

I helped mum and dad pack and then decided to pack my own bags.

I bought a new phone and decided to call coach first.

He picked up almost immediately.

" Hello?" He said.

" Hey, Reva bol Rahi hu. " I said and I knew what was coming next.

" Reva! Hey, is everything alright? How are you?" He asked as I smiled to myself.

" I'm okay. I got back home yesterday, got a new phone today morning. I received my ticket, I will see you soon. Is everything okay with the team?" I asked and sat down on the couch.

I was exhausted.
Mentally and physically.

" No, we lost two matches in a row. Hardik is not doing very well.  He needs a session. I don't think he's getting enough sleep these days, he's just, we aren't used to see Hardik like this. He's a completely different person. We had to drop him from the team." He said and I felt my heart tying in knots.

Dropped from the team?

This is because what happened between us.
I know that for a fact

Reva, you stupid,  stupid woman. What have you done.

" I'll see him the day  I get there. " I told coach.

" Okay. Have a safe flight. " He said and I mumbled a small thank you before hanging up the phone.

The ride from  my house to the airport and then the flight to Durban were excruciatingly slow.

Every second was like a stab in my heart.

I couldn't wait to see Hardik and make things okay.

I had to control my urge to take out my phone and text him.
I was not going to do this over a text message.

He deserves better than that.
We both deserve better than that.

I should've listened to him when he had come over to the house.

But I didn't.

And now he's not doing well in the one thing that he loves more than his life.

All because of me.