I was finally discharged today after five days in the hospital. Ishaan shifted me to his house saying he won't be able to take care of me if i were in my apartment. When i got home after an hour coach came to visit me, he asked about my health and while leaving he handed me an letter, i started to open it "don't open it now." he said. "open it later." and he left. I don't know why he told me that and why he handed me that letter. what might be in that letter? i had no idea. So once he was gone i opened the letter, it says that AMBA academy wants me to join as assistant coach. I was happy that they wanted me as assistant coach but i was confused like why would they suggest me for assistant coach if i can play, then it hit me.

I can't play anymore. "Ishaan!" i shouted. He came running to me, "What happened?" he asked. I was crying, When he got it why i was crying he continued, "Adriti, i was going to tell you this, but you were not in the situation to tell, so i didn't" "why!" i was sobbing. He came to me and hugged me, "It's okay. It's okay..." I wasn't able to breath properly. My whole life was ruined, my dream to play for my country, everything. "Adriti, if you're not able to achieve your dream so what. Now you have chance to make other's dream come true!" "But what about my dream! what about everyone's expectations from me! Everything's ruined. I messed up, I messed up!" I sobbed. I was just one step closer to achieve my dream, but it was all messed up. I hate my life. I hate myself. Ishaan took me to the bed room, "Adriti, you should probably rest. Don't think of it." I was still sobbing. "Ishaan just please leave me alone. Please." i begged him. "okay... If you need anything just call me, I'm right outside."

I coudn't, I couldn't take what was happening in my life. I tried to relax. When I was finally relaxed, I thought about it, maybe god didn't wanted me to play, maybe he wanted me to create more players. I didn't think twice, I just accepted coach's offer. I decided i'll not cry for this thing again, god has given me a chance to prove myself again, I will. I called Ishaan and gave him the letter, he looked at the letter and then again at me, he smiled at me and kissed me on my forehead. "That's my girl!"