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The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm ambiance in the room where Handré and y/n sat, locked in a heartfelt conversation.

The interview began smoothly, with Handré answering questions about his recent successes on the field. However, as the conversation progressed, the interviewer's tone shifted subtly, taking on a flirtatious edge that didn't go unnoticed by y/n. She watched intently, her smile faltering as she picked up on the suggestive undertones in the interviewer's remarks.

After the interview, as they retreated to the privacy of their home, y/n couldn't contain her unease any longer. "Handré," she said, her voice tinged with frustration, "Het jy gesien hoe die onderhoudvoerder met jou flirterig was? Dit was so duidelik!"

Handré sighed, running a hand through his hair. „"Ek het dit agter gekom, my lief, maar ek wou nie 'n scene maak op live televisie nie. Ek het gedink om dit te ignoreer was die beste manier om die situasie hanteer."

Y/n sighed frustrated .

The air crackled with unspoken emotions, both of them acutely aware of the challenge they faced as a couple in the public eye.

Handré, ever the epitome of resilience, took y/n's hands in his, his touch a comforting anchor.„Jy's reg, liefde. Ek moes opgestaan het, en ek belowe ek sal volgende keer. Ons verhouding beteken die wêreld vir my, en ek sal nie toelaat dat enigiemand dit minag nie.“

Y/n's eyes softened, the depth of her love for Handré evident in her gaze."Ek weet jy sal, Handré. Ek wil net hê ons moet hierdie situasies saam in die oë kyk, as 'n span. Jou loopbaan is ongelooflik, en ek is onophoudelik trots op jou, maar ek moet weet ons kan enige uitdaging wat ons pad kom hanteer.“

Handré nodded, his determination shining through. „Ons kan, en ons sal. Niks sal ooit tussen ons kom nie, y/n. Jy is my rots, my leidende lig, en ek sal altyd koester wat ons het“

Their embrace tightened, a silent promise passing between them, transcending words. In that moment, they found strength in each other, reaffirming their commitment to weather any storm together.

In the days that followed, Handré made good on his promise. During subsequent interviews, he skillfully deflected inappropriate comments, his responses firm but graceful. The public began to see not just a talented rugby player, but a man fiercely protective of his relationship, a man unafraid to stand up for the woman he loved.

Their love story, once again, became an inspiration to others. Handré and y/n's bond grew even stronger, a testament to their unwavering commitment to each other. They faced the challenges of fame with resilience, their love serving as a shield against the prying eyes and probing questions of the world.

As they navigated the unpredictable waters of fame, Handré and y/n stood tall, their love story becoming a beacon of hope for couples everywhere. Together, they proved that love, when nurtured and protected, could withstand any challenge, emerging even stronger on the other side.

Handré's success on the rugby field continued to soar, but it was his love for y/n that remained his greatest triumph. In the face of adversity, they had emerged victorious, their love story becoming a legend, etched in the hearts of all who witnessed its unwavering strength.

[s090l]

The African sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, casting a warm glow over the vast savannah. Handré stood at the edge of the camp, his eyes scanning the horizon as the sun dipped below the horizon. It had been five long months since he had last seen y/n, and every passing day had been a testament to their love's endurance. Now, under the African sky, he waited with bated breath for the moment he would be reunited with her.

The camp had been abuzz with excitement all day. Springbok players had completed their grueling base camp training, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. Yet, amidst the camaraderie and the anticipation of the upcoming matches, Handré's heart beat in rhythm with one name: y/n.

As the sun kissed the earth goodnight, a familiar figure emerged from the distance, her silhouette framed against the dying light. It was her – y/n. Handré's heart leaped with joy, and he started walking towards her, his steps quickening with each heartbeat.

Y/n spotted him too and broke into a run, her laughter carried by the wind. They met halfway, arms wrapped around each other as if they were the missing pieces of a puzzle finally reunited. Handré buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers – a fragrance of comfort and home.

"Ek het jou gemis my liefie ," Handré whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Y/n pulled back, her hands cupping his face. "Ek het jou ook gemis, meer as woorde kan sê.."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing under the vast African sky. The stars began to twinkle above them, mirroring the affection and adoration reflected in their gaze.

The camp around them buzzed with activity, but they were lost in their own world. Handré shared stories of training camp, the challenges, the victories, and the unbreakable bond that connected the Springbok team. Y/n listened with unwavering attention, her eyes shining with pride and love for the man standing before her.

As the night deepened, they found themselves sitting by the campfire, hands entwined, fingers tracing invisible patterns on each other's skin. The crackling flames illuminated their faces, casting a warm, flickering light on their shared smiles and stolen kisses.

" jy is my anchor," Handré confessed, his gaze locked with y/n's. "Te midde van uitdagings en oorwinnings is jy dit wat my met my voete op die grond hou."

Y/n smiled, her thumb brushing against his cheek. "En jy is my held. Ek bewonder jou sterkte en vasberadenheid, maar ek hou ook van die kwesbare kant van jou wat jy net met my deel."

Under the African sky, amidst the sounds of the wild and the whispers of the wind, Handré and y/n found solace in each other's arms. The challenges of training camp seemed distant and inconsequential compared to the unshakeable love that bound them together.

As the night wore on, they leaned into each other, their laughter mingling with the night sounds. Handré knew that no matter what challenges awaited him on the rugby field, he had y/n by his side, and that made him feel invincible.

Under the African sky, their love story continued to unfold, written in the constellations above and the beating of their hearts, a testament to the enduring power of love, even in the face of distance and time. And as they lay together, hand in hand, they marveled at the serendipity that had brought them back together, finding comfort in the knowledge that no matter where life took them, their hearts would always find their way back to each other.

The night wore on, and the campfire's embers danced like a thousand fireflies, mirroring the sparks in Handré and y/n's eyes. The African wilderness, with its vast expanse and untamed beauty, served as the backdrop to their love story, a narrative written in stolen glances, whispered promises, and shared dreams.

As the hours passed, Handré and y/n reminisced about their time apart. Handré's voice carried the weight of the grueling five months he had endured, his days filled with intense training sessions under the scorching African sun. His teammates had become his second family, supporting each other through every sweat-soaked jersey and every bruised muscle. Yet, amid the victories and the challenges, there were moments when Handré's body ached for more than just a video call – moments when he longed for the touch of y/n's lips against his, a kiss that could heal the fatigue in his bones and mend the distance between them.

Y/n listened with a heart full of empathy, understanding the depths of his longing. She shared her own adventures – the hurdles she faced, the triumphs she celebrated, and the empty spaces beside her where Handré should have been. The distance had only strengthened their love, forging a connection that transcended the miles between them.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they spoke of the future, painting vivid pictures of a life together – a home filled with laughter, a garden where flowers bloomed in every shade imaginable, and lazy Sunday mornings spent wrapped in each other's warmth.

"ek wil die wereld explore met jou," Handré whispered, his breath mingling with the night air. "Van die bedrywige strate van Tokyo tot die rustige strande van die Maldives, wil ek alles ervaar, hand aan hand met jou."

Y/n smiled, her eyes reflecting the shimmering stars above. "En ek wil net langs jou wees terwyl jy die rugbyvelde verower, jou van die staanplekke af aanmoedig, oorwinnings saam vier, en jou troos bied wanneer dit nie so lekker gaan nie."

Their dreams intertwined like ivy on a trellis, creating a vision of a future where their love would be the foundation upon which they built their lives. Distance and time seemed inconsequential in the face of their unwavering commitment to each other.

As the night turned into the early hours of dawn, they found themselves lying side by side, fingers entwined, gazing up at the African sky. The constellations above seemed to align just for them, spelling out a message of love across the cosmos.

„Jy is my huis lief," Handré said softly, his voice a melody in the stillness of the night. "Maak nie saak waar ek is nie, solank ek jou het, is ek tuis."

Y/n turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "En jy is my hart. Geen afstand kan die liefde wat ek vir jou voel verminder, Handré. Jy is my standvastigheid, my Noordster."

In that moment, they sealed their love with a kiss – a promise that no matter where life led them, they would always find their way back to each other. The African wilderness bore witness to their vows, echoing their love story across the plains and into the vast unknown.

As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Handré and y/n held each other close, savoring the moment. Under the African sky, their love story had found a new chapter, a tale of unwavering devotion and enduring love that would continue to unfold, transcending borders and spanning continents.

Handré pressed his lips to y/n's forehead, whispering words of love that were carried away by the wind, knowing that their love story was written not just in the stars above but in the depths of their hearts, where it would endure for all eternity.

[s090l]

The night was heavy with the weight of Handré's illness, a stark contrast to the peaceful slumber that usually filled their bedroom. Handré, known for his resilience on the rugby field, found himself vulnerable and weak, a victim of a relentless flu. Despite his best efforts to tough it out, his body betrayed him, forcing him out of bed and into the unforgiving clutches of the bathroom.

Y/n, whose senses were finely tuned to her fiancé's slightest movements, woke up instantly. Concern etched her features as she followed the sound of retching. She found Handré hunched over the toilet, his face pale and sweaty. Without a word, she knelt down beside him, gently holding back his hair and offering silent comfort. Her touch was a balm to his distress, a reminder that he was not alone in his struggle.

Once he was done, she helped him clean up, her movements gentle and efficient. There was no disgust in her eyes, only unwavering love and care. Handré, usually a fortress of strength, felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. In that moment, he realized the depth of y/n's love and commitment.

Back in bed, Handré was weary, his energy drained from the ordeal. Y/n, however, was undeterred. She changed the soiled sheets with practiced ease, her movements a symphony of care and tenderness. She fluffed the pillows and adjusted the blankets, creating a cocoon of comfort for Handré to rest in. Despite his protests, she insisted he take his medication and gently spoon-fed him a few sips of water, her touch cool against his fevered skin.

Throughout the long night, y/n remained vigilant. She stayed awake, her eyes never leaving Handré's form, watching for any signs of distress. When he shivered, she tucked the blankets tighter around him. When he coughed, she fetched a glass of water. Her love was a steady presence, a lighthouse guiding him through the storm of his illness.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Handré felt a shift within him. His walls of pride and self-reliance crumbled in the face of y/n's unwavering care. He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe. "Ek verdien jou nie," he whispered, his voice rough from coughing.

Y/n smiled, her eyes soft with affection. "Liefde hou nie tel nie, engel . Ek is hier omdat ek wil wees. Omdat ek vir jou lief is, in siekte en in gesondheid.onthou“

Handré reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers. In that moment, he realized the true meaning of partnership.

He realized that vulnerability wasn't a weakness but a bridge that connected them even deeper. In the quiet of the morning, he found the strength to admit what he had always known but never fully embraced – that he wasn't invincible, that he needed y/n not just for the grand moments of life but for these raw, unfiltered instances too.

His eyes met hers, and he saw understanding, not pity, reflected back at him. "Ek is lief vir jou y/n," he said, the words heavy with sincerity.

"Lief vir jou, Handré," she replied, her voice carrying the weight of their shared experiences. "Nou, laat ek vir jou omgee toe“

And she was. Throughout the day, she tended to him with unwavering dedication. She prepared his favorite soups, brewed herbal teas, and made sure he took his medication on time. She sat by his side, reading to him when he was too weak to focus on his own, and held him when the fever-induced chills shook his body.

As the days passed, Handré's strength slowly returned, bolstered not just by the medication but by y/n's unyielding support. Their relationship had undergone a transformation, emerging stronger from the crucible of sickness. Handré had always been a fighter, but now he knew that he didn't have to fight every battle alone. With y/n by his side, he was invincible, not because she shielded him from pain but because she stood with him, sharing the burden and easing the journey.

When he finally regained his full strength, Handré looked at y/n with newfound respect and love. He had witnessed her unwavering commitment, her unselfish care, and her ability to turn even the bleakest moments into something filled with love and hope.

"Jys my rots engel“ he told her one evening, his voice filled with gratitude.

She smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness.

"En jy is myne, Handré. Onthou, ons is 'n span, né? Saam is daar niks wat ons nie kan oorkom nie." And in that moment, Handré understood the depth of their connection. It wasn't just about the grand gestures or the passionate declarations of love. It was about the everyday moments, the silent battles fought together, and the simple act of being there for each other, no matter what. In sickness and in health had become more than just words; it was a promise they had both lived and embraced, reaffirming the strength of their love and the power of their partnership.

*the next morning*

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, illuminating a tableau of love and recovery. Handré, his strength returning, woke up to find y/n nestled beside him, her hair cascading gently over the pillow. The memory of their shared battle against illness lingered, a reminder of the depth of their bond.

As Handré stirred awake, y/n's eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile graced her lips. "Hallo liefie," she greeted, her voice a melody that filled the room.

Handré reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. "more my engel ," he replied, his touch gentle as if afraid to disturb the peace that enveloped them.

The events of the past days had left an indelible mark on both of them, transforming their relationship into something even more profound. Handré marveled at y/n's resilience, her ability to find light even in the darkest moments. He had always known she was special, but now he understood the depth of her kindness, the vastness of her love.

" Ek weet nie hoe om dankiet te sê nie“ Handré confessed, his voice laced with gratitude.“jy was my rock engel „

Y/n cupped his cheek, her eyes reflecting the love she felt. "Moet nie dankie sê nie, Handré. Om vir jou te sorg is vir my 'n eer, nie 'n plig nie."

Handré's gaze softened, his heart swelling with emotion. "Ek is so lief vir jou," he said, the words carrying the weight of his sincerity.

"Lief vir jou ook babe," she replied, her voice a whispered promise.

In that quiet moment, they found solace in each other's arms. The trials they had faced together had deepened their connection, forging a bond that was unbreakable. Handré knew that life would inevitably throw challenges their way, but he was no longer afraid. With y/n by his side, he felt invincible, ready to face whatever came their way.

As they lay there, bathed in the soft morning light, Handré made a silent vow to cherish every moment with y/n, to celebrate the ordinary days as well as the extraordinary ones. He knew that their love was a beacon, guiding them through the storms of life, and in y/n's embrace, he had found his home.

With a newfound sense of peace and a heart overflowing with love, Handré closed his eyes, savoring the moment. In the warmth of their love, he found the strength to face the future, knowing that as long as they were together, they could overcome anything. And as they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, they embraced the promise of a new day, ready to navigate life's journey hand in hand, their love shining brightly like the morning sun.

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The tropical night was ablaze with lightning, illuminating the beachside cabin where Handré and y/n sought shelter from the unexpected storm. The rain pelted against the windows, creating a rhythmic melody that resonated through the cozy retreat. As the thunder rumbled in the distance, Handré held y/n close, the sound of her heartbeat syncing with the natural symphony outside.

In the flickering candlelight, Handré's usually composed demeanor softened. The storm, with its wild winds and crashing waves, seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within him. He looked into y/n's eyes, his vulnerability exposed, and spoke words he had never shared before

"Ek was nog altyd bang gewees,"

Handré admitted, his voice a low murmur beneath the storm's cacophony.. "Bang om nie goed genoeg te wees nie, om my span teleur te stel, om nie aan die verwagtinge te voldoen nie."

Y/n gently traced her fingers along his jawline, her touch tender and reassuring. "Jy het al soveel bereik, Handré. Jy het ons almal trots gemaak, en jy het jouself trots gemaak. Moet nie die gewig van die wêreld op jou skouers dra nie."

Handré sighed, his eyes reflecting the depths of his soul."Dit gaan nie net oor rugby nie, y/n. Dit gaan oor alles. Om 'n goeie lewensmaat, 'n goeie seun, en binnekort, 'n goeie pa te wees. Ek wil die beste weergawe van myself wees vir jou en ons kleinding."

Y/n's heart swelled with love for this man, who bared his fears and insecurities to her without reservation. She cupped his face, guiding his gaze back to her

"Jy is alreeds die beste weergawe van jouself, Handré. Jou krag, jou vriendelikheid, jou vasberadenheid – dit maak jou buitengewoon. En wat betref om 'n pa te wees, ek het geen twyfel dat jy wonderlik gaan wees nie. Ons gaan hierdie reis saam aanpak, net soos ons elke storm aanpak – met liefde en onwrikbare ondersteuning."

As the storm continued to rage outside, Handré found solace in y/n's arms. He kissed her forehead, his gratitude for her presence immeasurable. "Ek het jou lief,"

he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions.

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“En ek het jou lief, Handré. Nou en vir altyd, maak nie saak watter storms ons in die lewe teëkom nie."

In that moment, amidst the thunder and rain, Handré and y/n rediscovered the depth of their love. The storm outside could not dampen the warmth they felt in each other's arms, and as they held onto one another, they knew that their love was a beacon of light, guiding them through any challenges life might bring.

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Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the rugby match unfold from the stands. The tension in the air was palpable, and the energy of the crowd was electric. Every cheer, every gasp, echoed the ebb and flow of the game. She was completely absorbed, her eyes fixed on the players, especially on Handré, her fiancé, as he fought valiantly on the field.

In the last few minutes of the game, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Y/n's eyes darted to where Handré was, and her heart clenched in her chest as she saw him clutching his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. She knew immediately that he was hurt, and her concern for him propelled her into action.

Without a second thought, y/n sprang to her feet and dashed down the stadium steps, her focus solely on reaching Handré. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, urging her forward. She navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the stadium, her determination unwavering. Finally, she arrived at the changing rooms, where medical staff hurried around, attending to Handré's injury.

As she caught sight of him, her heart her voice a soothing balm. "Handré, ek is hier, my lief. Ek's by jou," she said softly, her eyes locked onto his, trying to convey reassurance amidst his discomfort.

Handré's eyes met hers, a mix of relief and gratitude flickering in their depths. Despite the pain, he managed a weak smile. "Ek hate naalde, liefie," he admitted, his voice strained. "Jy weet dit."

Y/n nodded, understanding his fear all too well. She gently took his uninjured hand in hers, offering silent support. "Ek's hier om jou deur dit te help, my lief. Jy's nie alleen nie," she whispered, her touch light yet grounding.

The medical staff worked efficiently, stitching up Handré's wound. Y/n stayed close, her presence a calming presence amid the sterile, antiseptic atmosphere. With each passing moment, she whispered words of encouragement, her love and unwavering support acting as a shield against Handré's fear.

As the procedure came to an end, Handré let out a shaky breath, his gaze never leaving y/n. "Dankie, liefie," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

Y/n pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, her love for him evident in the gesture. "Ek sal altyd hier wees, my lief. Jy hoef nooit alleen te wees nie," she vowed, her words carrying the weight of her devotion.

In that moment, as the crowd roared outside, celebrating the team's victory, Handré and y/n found solace in each other's presence. Their love was a beacon of light, guiding them through the challenges that came their way. Handré's fear had been a formidable opponent, but y/n's unwavering support had helped him face it head-on. As they held onto each other, they knew that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, they would overcome them together, their love stronger than any fear.

[s090l]

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rugby stadium. Handré Pollard, his face etched with both exhaustion and satisfaction, stood on the field where he had just given his all in the Rugby World Cup final. He held his fiancée y/n close, his arms wrapped around her as if he could never let go.

"I can't believe it's over," Handré said softly, his voice a mixture of sadness and relief. The adrenaline of the game was still coursing through his veins, but the reality of the moment was sinking in – the tournament had ended, and now he had to say goodbye to y/n, at least for a little while.

Y/n gently brushed her fingers against his cheek, her eyes filled with understanding and love. "Ek sien jou oor twee dae, my liefie," she said, her tone comforting. "Dan is dit net ek en jy, ons twee teen die wêreld."

Just as Handré managed a small smile, his teammate RG chimed in, a teasing grin on his face. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, maar ons het die press tour en dan al die fotos en interviews ens. En dit gaan soos maklik vir twee weke aan. Daarna het ons 'n training camp vir sowat drie weke en dan het ons daai team building goed," he explained, his voice laced with mischief. "So eintlik is hy joune oor, kom ons sê, twee tot drie maande."

Handré let out an exasperated huff and buried his head into y/n's chest, his voice muffled. "Sien! Ek love dit rerig, ek doen," he protested, his words filled with playful frustration. "Ek wil net rerig graag in ons bed slaap en langs my vrou wakker word."

Just then, Rachell, another teammate, called from behind, reminding them that they needed to head to the airport or risk missing their flight. Handré looked at y/n with a mixture of reluctance and sadness in his eyes. He held her tighter, his grip unwilling to let go, as if he could prevent the impending separation through sheer willpower.

Y/n gently cupped Handré's face, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "Ek wag vir jou, my lief. Altyd," she promised, her voice steady with conviction.

With a final, lingering kiss, Handré reluctantly released his hold on y/n, their hearts entwined even as they moved in opposite directions. As he walked away, a mixture of emotions washed over him – the ache of longing, the pride of their love, and the determination to make their future together worth every moment of separation.

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The grand ballroom of the World Rugby Awards ceremony was a spectacle of glitz and glamour. The air buzzed with excitement as rugby legends and enthusiasts from around the world gathered to celebrate the sport's finest achievements. Handré, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, stood tall among the crowd. His eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and anticipation, his hand securely entwined with his fiancée y/n's.

The previous night's victory in the Rugby World Cup still reverberated in their hearts, casting a radiant glow upon the couple as they stepped into the elegant venue. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation for the awards to be announced. Handré, having played a pivotal role in securing the cup for his team, was a prominent figure in the crowd, his skills on the field earning him a nomination for one of the most prestigious awards of the evening.

As the ceremony unfolded, the tension in the room grew. The moment arrived when Handré's name was called, and a collective gasp filled the air. The room erupted in applause as he walked to the stage, his strides confident yet humble. The cheers of the crowd were deafening as he accepted the award, his speech filled with gratitude for his teammates, coaches, and the unwavering support of his fans.

Amidst the applause, Handré's eyes sought out y/n's, finding her gaze filled with admiration and love. After his heartfelt speech, he made his way back to their table, where y/n embraced him tightly. "Ek is so ongelooflik trots op jou, my liefie," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine pride. "Jy het dit so verdien."

Handré smiled, his heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who stood by his side through every triumph and challenge. Little did he know that y/n had a surprise of her own. As the applause subsided, she took his hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Handré," she began, her voice slightly shaky, "Ek het iets vir jou." With a loving smile, she handed him a small gift box. As he opened it, his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. Nestled inside was a tiny pair of baby booties and a note that read, "Ons gaan ouers word."

The realization washed over Handré like a tidal wave, his eyes filling with tears of joy. "Jy's swanger?" he whispered, his voice catching in his throat.

Y/n nodded, her eyes shimmering with happiness. "Ja, my lief. Ons gaan 'n gesin wees."

In that moment, amidst the glitz and glamour of the awards ceremony, Handré and y/n embraced, their hearts overflowing with love and anticipation. The news of their growing family added an extra layer of meaning to the evening, transforming it into a memory they would cherish forever.

Handré wiped away his tears, his voice steady with emotion as he whispered, "Ek het jou lief, my vrou. En ek het ons baba nou al lief." With those words, he pressed a tender kiss to y/n's forehead, the promise of a future filled with love and endless possibilities stretching out before them.

[s090l]

In the sterile, fluorescent-lit hospital room, Handré lay on the bed, his face contorted with pain. Beside him, his fiancée y/n looked on, her heart breaking at the sight of his suffering. The room was filled with an air of palpable tension, a heavy cloud of fear and uncertainty hanging over them.

Handré had endured the excruciating pain of tearing his ACL once before, but this time felt different—more intense, more debilitating. The memory of the previous injury haunted him, and the prospect of going through it all again terrified him to his core.

As the medical staff worked around him, Handré clutched y/n's hand, his grip growing tighter with every passing second. He tried to steady his breathing, but the pain was relentless, clawing at him from the inside out. "Ek kan nie asemhaal nie," he gasped, his voice strained and desperate.

Y/n's eyes filled with worry as she pressed the call button, summoning the medical team. Panic set in as Handré's breathing became increasingly labored, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Handré, bly kalm, my lief," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Hulle kom gou help."

But Handré's fear overwhelmed him, and he began to yell, his voice echoing through the sterile hospital room. "Ek het jou nodig! Ek het jou nodig hier, by my, asseblief!" he cried, his words raw with pain and desperation.

In that moment, y/n felt her own heart breaking. She leaned in closer, her arms wrapping around him, providing what little comfort she could in the face of his agony. "Ek is hier, my lief, ek is hier. Ek gaan nie weggaan nie," she reassured him, her voice gentle yet unwavering.

The medical team rushed in, their faces etched with urgency as they assessed the situation. Machines beeped, medical jargon filled the air, but all Handré could focus on was y/n's presence. She held onto him as if her love could shield him from the pain, her touch a lifeline in the midst of his anguish.

Amidst the chaos, y/n's voice cut through the noise, firm and determined. "Ek gaan by hom bly," she said to the medical staff. "Hy het my nodig hier."

The medical team worked swiftly, administering pain relief and oxygen to ease Handré's distress. Slowly, his breathing steadied, and the excruciating pain began to dull to a bearable ache. Through it all, y/n never left his side, her unwavering support a source of strength for both of them.

As the medical team finished their work and left the room, Handré's grip on y/n's hand relaxed, his breathing becoming less labored. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. "Dankie, liefie," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the earlier yelling.

Y/n brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle. "Ek is hier vir jou, my lief. Ek gaan altyd hier vir jou wees," she said, her words a vow, a promise of enduring love and support.

In the quiet of the hospital room, they clung to each other, finding solace in their shared strength. Handré's fear had been overwhelming, but y/n's presence had provided the anchor he needed to weather the storm.

As they faced the challenging road of recovery ahead, they did so hand in hand, their love a beacon guiding them through the darkest moments. And in that hospital room, amidst the pain and uncertainty, they found a profound sense of unity—a reminder that together, they could overcome any obstacle life threw their way.

In the days that followed, Handré underwent surgery to repair his torn ACL. The procedure went as smoothly as possible, thanks to the skilled hands of the medical team. Y/n remained a constant presence at his side, her eyes filled with concern and determination. She held his hand during the pre-operative preparations, her touch conveying a silent promise that she would be there when he woke up.

After the surgery, Handré woke up groggy and disoriented. The pain in his knee was intense, but y/n was there, her face a comforting sight amidst the sterile hospital surroundings. She helped him sip water, adjusting his pillows to make him as comfortable as possible. Her mere presence seemed to ease his pain, her love a powerful medicine that worked in tandem with the prescribed drugs.

During the days of recovery, y/n became Handré's pillar of strength. She helped him with the rehabilitation exercises, encouraging him when the pain seemed unbearable. She celebrated every small victory with him, whether it was bending his knee a little more or taking a few steps with crutches. Her belief in his strength became his own, fuelling his determination to heal and get back on his feet.

Handré's teammates visited him regularly, their camaraderie providing moments of laughter and distraction from the pain. They brought messages of support from fans and fellow players, reminding Handré that he was not alone in this journey. Y/n, always by his side, absorbed their words of encouragement like a shield, reinforcing Handré's resolve to come back stronger than ever.

In the quiet moments of the hospital room, when the pain subsided and the visitors left, Handré and y/n found solace in each other's arms. They spoke of the future, of the plans they had, and the dreams they shared. Handré, despite the setbacks, felt a profound sense of gratitude for y/n's unwavering love and support.

As Handré's recovery progressed, y/n continued to stand by him, her belief in his strength unwavering. Together, they faced the challenges, celebrated the milestones, and emerged from the experience with a love that had been tested and proven unbreakable. Handré's injury had been a formidable opponent, but their love had emerged victorious, stronger than ever before.

[s090l]

As the final whistle blew, signaling their victory in the Rugby World Cup 2023, Handré's heart swelled with triumph. He sprinted off the field, his chest heaving with exhilaration, eyes scanning the crowd for the one person who meant the world to him. There, amidst the sea of jubilant fans, he spotted y/n, tears streaming down her face, her eyes shining with immense pride.

With a burst of energy, Handré ran towards her, his steps fueled by love and the overwhelming sense of accomplishment. As he reached her, he swept her off her feet, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. In that moment, amidst the cheers of the crowd, they found solace in each other's arms, their love radiating like a beacon of light.

Later, back at the team house, the atmosphere was electric with joy. Handré and y/n rejoined the team, their smiles reflecting the shared victory. Laughter and camaraderie filled the air as they celebrated their hard-earned triumph. Handré kept y/n close, his hand intertwined with hers, a tangible reminder of the unwavering support that had propelled him to this moment.

Amidst the celebrations, Handré's eyes would often meet y/n's, their gazes filled with unspoken promises and a shared understanding of the challenges they had overcome. In that moment of victory, they found not only the glory of the win but also the strength of their love, a bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

[s090l]

The tension in the air was palpable as Handré battled with his rising panic. It was a moment of vulnerability he hadn't anticipated, the weight of the day's disappointments coupled with the frustration of not having his fiancée by his side. He reached for his phone, hands trembling, and dialed RG's number.

On the other end of the line, RG sensed the urgency in Handré's voice. "I need you, y/n," he said, his voice strained. "Handré's having a panic attack, and he's really upset about you not being allowed to stay over. Can you come?"

Without a second thought, y/n rushed to Handré's side. She found him in their shared hotel room, his breathing rapid and shallow. She approached him gently, her touch like a soothing balm. "Hey, my liefie, ek is hier," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

The team burst into the room, concern etched on their faces. "Is daar iets wat ons kan doen?" Jesse asked, his voice laced with worry.

Handré, still in the grips of anxiety, managed to shake his head. "Ek weet nie," he choked out, his voice raw with emotion.

Y/n held him tighter, her presence a source of comfort. "Hy't net rus en liefde nodig," she said, her eyes meeting each teammate's gaze. "Ek gaan vir hom sorg, maar ek waardeer julle om hom te ondersteun."

The teammates nodded in understanding, their concern for Handré evident. As they left the room, y/n continued to hold Handré, whispering soothing words and stroking his hair until his breathing steadied. In that moment, her love was the anchor that helped him find his way back from the depths of his panic. With her by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way.

[s090l]

In the euphoric aftermath of the Rugby World Cup 2023 victory, Handré's exhilaration knew no bounds. With tears of joy in his eyes, he spotted y/n in the crowd and ran towards her, his voice cracking with emotion, "Liefie!!! Ons het dit gedoen!" He swept her off her feet, holding her close, overwhelmed by the magnitude of their achievement.

"Jy is 'n 2-time world champ, babe!" y/n exclaimed, her lips finding his in a deep, passionate kiss, their shared happiness and pride mingling in the moment.

"Jis lief, jy maak my mal," Handré replied, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire. Aware of the public setting, he discreetly tried to compose himself, attempting to cover his excitement.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Skies, engel," she teased, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "Hopenlik maak julle vinnig klaar," she added, winking playfully, her words laced with an undeniable allure.

Handré grinned, his heart racing with love for the woman who knew how to make even the most extraordinary moments utterly unforgettable. Together, they basked in the glory of victory, their shared laughter and affection filling the air around them.

[s090l]

**Rugby World Cup 2023 - Match 1: South Africa vs. Ireland**

After the intense match against Ireland, Handré sprinted towards the stands, his face beaming with adrenaline and exhaustion. As he reached y/n, he engulfed her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. "Hallo my liefie," he gasped, his breath still coming in heavy pants.

"Jis my lief, die game was kak," Handré admitted, frustration evident in his eyes. Despite the disappointment, he found solace in y/n's presence. In between kisses, she murmured, "Ek is so trots op jou, my liefie!" Her unwavering support was his anchor in the storm of defeat.

**Rugby World Cup 2023 - Match 2: South Africa vs. Italy**

In the face of Italy's formidable team, Handré fought valiantly on the field. Post-match, he rushed to the stands, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration on his face. Sweeping y/n into his arms, he grinned, "Hallo my liefie, daai was 'n taai een."

"Flip liefie, die game was tough maar so amazing," he said, his voice filled with awe at the intensity of the match. With each kiss he placed on y/n's lips, she whispered, "Ek is so trots op jou, my liefie!" Her words were a balm to his competitive spirit, reminding him that even in the face of challenges, they faced them together.

**Rugby World Cup 2023 - Match 3: South Africa vs. England (QF)**

As the tension reached its peak in the final match against England, Handré's determination shone brightly. After the final whistle, he sprinted towards y/n in the stands, his eyes alight with victory. "Hallo my liefie, ons het dit gedoen!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with elation.

"Ek is so trots op jou, my liefie!" y/n said amidst joyous kisses, her heart swelling with pride. Handré's arms around her felt like a shield, protecting her from the world. Together, they celebrated the triumph, the echoes of their love drowning out the roar of the crowd.

[s090l]

In die sagte gloed van die oggendson, leê Handré en sy verloofde y/n nader aan mekaar in die bed. "Lief, alles is seer," sê Handré met 'n sug van ongemak.

"Ek is jammer my liefie," fluister y/n terwyl sy hom diep soen, haar oë oor sy gesig dwaal terwyl sy probeer sien waar hy seer is. Handré laat 'n lae grom hoor en sê, "Ek moet vandag oefen."

Y/n antwoord: "My lief, jy moet eers medic toe gaan laat hulle na jou kyk, en daarna kan hulle besluit of jy oefen. Anders gaan ons net lê en ontspan vir die dag."

Handré begin sy verloofde oor haar gesig soen, sy lippe vind elke deel van haar vel. Dan sê hy met 'n haperende stem, "Kom saam my medic toe, asseblief? Ek het nie lus daarvoor nie, en ek is net nie meer lus nie."

Sy streel saggies deur sy hare en knik sag, "Natuurlik, my liefie. Ek is hier vir jou, deur dik en dun." Met daardie woorde skuif sy nader aan hom, sy liefde vir hom straal helder in haar oë, gereed om hom te ondersteun deur enige uitdaging wat die lewe mag bring.

[s090l]

Handre's heart felt heavy with the weight of defeat as he dialed his girlfriend's number, his voice cracked as he spoke about the painful game and his weary body. On the other end of the line,

his girlfriend's soothing voice resonated, "My liefie, onthou jy die care basket wat ek vir jou gemaak het? Die een met al die goodies?"

Handre's voice softened as he nodded, "Ja, my lief, dankie."

She continued, "As jy by jou kamer kom, jyt mos gesê daar is 'n bad neh?"

Confused, Handre replied, "Ja lief, hoekom?" His girlfriend instructed,

"Okay, dan tap vir jou lekker water in en gooi die epsom salt in, okay, dan kan dit jou spiere net bietjie laat relax."

Feeling the ache in his heart, Handre confessed, "Ek mis jou, wens ek kon net 'n drukkie kry," his voice trembling with vulnerability.

„Ek weet my liefie, ek ook. Klim in die bad en dan facetime jy my, okay? Dan chat ons so bietjie,"

she reassured him with a tenderness that reached across the miles.

Handre, wiping away a tear, whispered, "Okay, dis reg, dankie liefie."

As he ascended the hotel staircase,

his girlfriend asked softly, "Is jy al by jou kamer, my liefde?"

"Ek het nou net ingeloop, gaan nou by die trappe op," Handre replied, his voice breaking.

"Okay, ek praat dan nou weer met jou, okay? Lief vir jou," she said, her voice warm with affection.

"Love you, babe," Handre replied before ending the call.

Upon opening the door to his room, Handre was met with an overwhelming sight: his girlfriend, standing there, waiting for him.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

His girlfriend sank down beside him, gently cupping his face,

"Hey, my liefie, kyk vir my, asseblief."

Handre gazed into her eyes, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. Through tears, he confessed,

"Ek dog jy is by die huis lief, ek het jou so ge-gemiss."

In that moment, Handre found solace in her presence, his girlfriend's hug becoming the sanctuary he desperately needed after the storm of defeat.