♡ Chapter - 3 ♡

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I walked off the field, trying to act like it didn't matter... It did.

That I wasn't already replaying my missed chance a hundred different ways in my head.

My coach clapped me on the back. "One day, they'll remember your name."

Really?

Not knowing what to do I had just nodded. But I hadn't believed it. Not really.

Back to Present - Locker Room


"Rathee," a voice barked. The coach. "You're up next. Pads ready?"

I nodded mechanically.

My chest felt tight. My throat dry. And suddenly the bat felt twice as heavy.

And right then my phone buzzed.

I glanced. It was HER. The stranger....

I realised, I didn't even ask her name.

Stranger:
Soooo... how's your day going? Still anonymous? Or did you finally rob a bank and run away with a llama like I suggested?

A breath escaped me-a tiny laugh.

"I'm about to do something that might change my life. And yeah, still anonymous. For now." I typed back.

Stranger:
Ooooh. Mysterious. Okay, don't tell me what it is. Just know I've sent a virtual slap to all your self-doubt. And also this:

She followed it with a GIF of a penguin in boxing gloves punching air aggressively.
"Me fighting your anxiety rn."

And for the first time that morning, the knot in my chest loosened-just a little.

I slipped the phone into my bag.
Time to face the field.

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The Stadium - Later

The sun blazed overhead.

The crowd cheered every ball, every run, every misfield.

Arjun was at the crease. Bat in hand. Helmet on. Facing the bowler.

First delivery.
Fast. Too fast. He barely got the edge of the bat on it.

Second ball.
Swing and a miss.

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