Author - Jui Purohit.

  Their story - "And it's a deuce", exclaimed the commentator. The crowd cheered with joy. Shalini wiped the sweat off her forehead with her left hand. She made a tight grip on the racket with her right hand. She looked up once and signaled 'ball boy' to fetch her the ball. She moved racket and the ball upwards, and with a loud "Haah" she served, using all her might. The ball hit the opposite court so swiftly that the opponent couldn't judge the speed and it was a straight 'ace' (service point gained when opponent's racket doesn't touch the ball). The commentator announced with elation, "It's an ace. Shalini is back in the game". There was an uproar in the crowd once again. Shalini made a tight fist of her left palm, gripping her racket tighter said to herself, "You can do it, go go girl". She looked to her right side, in the stands, she could she him sitting. He was waving at her, screaming her name, holding a...

  Was he wrong? Samrat couldn't reach Shalini for days. He kept insisting to talk to her. But Shalini didn't sway. She was firm on her decision to break up. And in few days she left the city. Samrat had his training for forthcoming tournaments. He had worked very hard to reach the peak. He couldn't leave all this at once. He trained the whole day, cardio, practice matches, running, cycling, swimming. His schedule was overloaded. He still kept calling Shalini whenever he could. He couldn't get over her. And moreover he didn't know why she had cut ties just because of the injury. "She can recover. What's the big deal?", he would assure himself. "Let me finish my training, I will go find her soon", he thought. Days passed, then months and now it was more than a year. Samrat got busier with his Nationals preparation. His coach tightened his schedule. He hardly had free time to even think about anything else. He used to instantly wake up with his ...