Part- 370:

  With every attempt to gain the upper hand, she found herself tered. The seasoned oppo anticipated her moves, easily defleg her attacks and taking advantage of Dipa’s fatigue. Dipa felt the frustration rising within her. “I ’t give up now,” she thought, f her legs to keep moving. She pushed through the exhaustion, her heart rag, the cheers of her team ringing in her ears.

  As Dipa grappled with her oppo, every moveme like a struggle against not just the girl in front of her but against the shadows of her past. Dipa’s mind drifted back to her childhood. She remembered the times when body shaming had pierced her heart like arrows—when cssmates had made snide ents about her size, and even now telling her she wasn’t strong enough or fit enough to belong in a sport like judo. “You don’t look like an athlete,” they would sneer, and those words had g to her like a dark cloud. Each taunt cut deeper tha, making her question her worth and her dreams.

  Despite her determination to overe those insecurities, the memories flooded ba waves, crashing over her resolve. “I’ve trained so hard to be here,” she thought, dodging a throw and desperately trying tain trol. “I’m not just a body; I’m a fighter!” But with every failed attempt to seize an advantage, doubt crept in, whispering that she would never be enough.

  She could feel the weight of their judgments bearing down on her as she struggled to keep up with her more experienced oppo. “What if I fail again? What if I let everyone down?” The questions loomed rge, shadowing her every move. In that moment, as she felt herself slipping, a tear threateo escape, and she thought, “No, not now. I ’t let them see me cry. I have to fight.” But as exhaustio in, she realized she was fighting not just for victory but for her very p this world, to prove that she belonged.

  With each grapple, Dipa poured her heart into her as, hoping against hope that she could silehe echoes of her past. Yet, as her oppo gaihe upper hand, Dipa felt those old feelings surge back to the surface, threatening to drown her in despair. “This isn’t just a match,” she thought, desperation g at her throat. “It’s my ce to show them that I’m more than what they see.”

  But despite her determination, the match began to slip away. With a swift move, her oppo executed a perfectly timed throw, sending Dipa tumbling to the mat. The impact reverberated through her body, and for a moment, the world around her faded. She y o, gasping for breath, struggling tain her focus as the referee ted down.

  **“Owo, three…”**

  The crowd’s cheers faded into a dull roar as Dipa fought to rise. She pushed herself up, but her oppo was already oaking advantage of her momentary vulnerability. Dipa mao escape a pin, but the effort drained her further. She could feel her strength waning, her muscles screaming in protest.

  Finally, the referee's whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Dipa g the scoreboard, her heart sinking.

  **Final Score:** Banani High 3 - Mohammadpur High 4.