❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
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Author's POV-
The stadium roared like a beast.
Arjun stood in the locker room, fully suited up-jersey tucked, pads tight, gloves on-but his hands wouldn't stop shaking.
His name was up on the board. He was in the starting eleven. He was playing.
And yet, his heartbeat thudded so loud in his ears, it nearly drowned out the announcer outside.
This wasn't gully cricket. This was Ranji Trophy. Real cameras. Real headlines. Real consequences.
He sat down heavily on the bench, elbows on knees, eyes staring at the floor. Sweat clung to his back even though he hadn't stepped onto the pitch yet.
He'd made it this far. But the real question screamed in his mind: "Can I actually belong here?"
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Arjun's POV-
Flashback: Age 17 - Kanpur Trials
"Next!", the person shouted.
I stepped up, my finger wrapping around the bat tighter than necessary.
The selectors didn't even look up.
They'd seen twenty boys just like me that day-skinny, brown, hopeful.
