Devaki's POV
I went to Sumedh's room and got in without knocking.

"Arey tum? Is waqt? Everything ok na?" He asked sitting on the bed and looking at his wrist watch. It was almost midnight.

"Kucch baat krni thi" I said. "Esi kya baat h jo subhah k ujale me nhi ho sakti?" He asked teasingly.

I wanted to come straight to the point, without wasting time.

"Aaj takk kitni zindgya barbaad ki?" I asked. He looked at me confusingly.

"Umm...me kucch-kucch samjha nhi" He said.

"Ok, clearly poochti hu: aaj takk, kitni ladkio k saath soe?" I asked.

He widened his eyes, like I found out his secret.

"Yeh...k...kya bol rhi ho tum?" He asked.

"Bhole ban'ne ki acting mat krie. Parul ne mujhe yeh letter diya h!!" I said raising my voice.

He took the letter and read it.

He then looked at me.

The expression on his face changed in seconds.

"To tumhe pta chal hi gaya?" He asked.

I was shocked!

He wasn't even feeling guilty!

"Haan. Isme jo bhi likkha h woh sab sach h" He said.

"What?" I whispered in disbilief.

"Hmm. Sota hu me alag alag ladkio k saath" He said. I kept quiet for some seconds.

"Kyu??" I asked. "Apne matlab k lie. Apni havas mitane k lie" He said.

That Sumedh was unknown to me. He was someone else.

"Maanti to koi bhi nhi, zabardasti krni padti h. Jo ladki mujhe chahiye hoti h, use mere saamne pesh kr diya jaata h. Yaha meri marzi chalti h" He said.

After all this, the marriage wasn't taking place, and this was quite obvious.

"Me yeh shaadi tod rhi hu" I said and turned to leave.

"Ek minute...ruko to sahi. Koi bhi decison lene se pehle yeh dekh lo" He said giving me his phone.

I took it and looked at the screen. It was a video.

"Indian Women's team ka dressing room. The Captain enters...then the Vice-Captain...then the spin bowler Yashovardhini...and the run machine Himani...the best all-rounder Prajakta...and so on" He said.

That was the footage of the dressing room. How was that possible!?

"Dressing room me camera? Kese? Waha to allowed nhi h...waha kon aaya hoga...yehi na? Woh chodo, yeh socho k agar yeh video bahar kisi ko mil geyi to kya hoga?" He asked.

"Sirf yehi nhi, mere paas tumhari aur tumhari teammates ki esi videos h jo agar social media pe upload hui to Indian Women's team ki izzat ki dhajjiya udd jaeghi. Kisi ko muh dikhane layak nhi rahogi tum sab" He said.

I was just looking at him shockingly. It was like a nightmare, but it was real.

"Ab fesla tumhara h, tumhe apni izzat bachani h ya apni team ki. Dekho doobna to tumhe h hi, decide yeh kro k akeli doobogi, ya baaki 10 ko bhi saathme logi?" He finished.

I stood there all numb.

"I will wait for your answer jaan" He said touching my cheek. I left the room.

I went back to my room and sat on the bed. I brokedown.

I trusted him the most, and he broke my trust. I loved him the most, and he's just 'using' me.

I was trapped.

"Khud ko bachau ya team ko? Ek ki zindagi savaru ya baaki 10 ki?" I thought.

I stood up and went in the washroom. I washed my face, especially the cheek, that he touched.

I looked at the mirror. "Video bahar jaati h to sab fasenghe. Lekin agar me shaadi k lie haan bolti hu to baaki 10 bach jaenghi. Sumedh ko paglo jese pyaar krne ki saza to mujhe bhi milni chahiye" I said to myself.

This was the only possible solution.