Too much attention.
Too soon.
Too many expectations for someone who still tied his shoelaces wrong half the time.
Coach patted my back. "Just play, son. Forget the noise."
But I couldn't. How could I? Or how should I??
What if this was my only shot?
What if this match decided whether I'd ever wear the blue jersey?
I gripped my bat tighter.
Closed my eyes.
And—just for a second—thought of Mira's voice.
"Third umpire gives me hives," she'd said. "Cricket is emotional damage in HD."
I felt my lips twitch. I was smiling. Relaxed a bit.
Maybe he just needed to play like no one was watching.
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Mira's POV- (Silently watching the match)
Aagyaa dekho wo.... aagyaaaa!
These were the first words that came to my mind as Arjun walked out to bat.
My heart did a little drum solo.
"Tujhe (dil) kya dikkat hai bhaii? Kuch dino se bohot ucchal kood kar rha hai???" I muttered under my breath.
I didn't cheer. Didn't clap. Just sipped my drink and watched.
Bas dekhne hi toh aayi thi mai hainaa.?
Hainaa?
Haannn haannn!
Jab dusro ke batting ke time kuch reaction nahi diya toh yeh ROTIBOY ke mein kya hi dungi?
But he looked so different on the field.
Taller, somehow. Sharper. His posture screamed don't mess with me, but there was this quiet intensity in his eyes.
Like he wasn't just playing to win—he was playing to prove something.
The first ball whizzed past him.
Second ball—WHACK.
Straight drive. Clean. Elegant. Crowd went nuts.
I gripped her drink tighter.
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