❝ 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...
Mai? Mai! Mira. Why the hell am I making memes on that RotiBoy????
Flashback - Mira, 17 Years Old
The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and heartbreak.
Kartik's cricket gear sat untouched in the corner.
His cap still had the sweat stains from his last match.
I'd never gotten to say goodbye.
Flashback ends.....
"And maybe that's why I shut it all out-cricket, matches, stadiums." I thought.
But then came Arjun.
And somehow...
It didn't feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like healing in disguise.
Ughhhh.... Aaj ke liye bohot soch liyaa Mira. Ab so jaa!
Aur fir? Mai so gayi.
Timeskip... (Later that night)
I've been looking at the memes ever since I woke up from my slumber.
"Bhej de!" My brain is screaming, so is my heart.
Bhej du kya?
SENT.
Image: Kermit looking out a rainy window.
Caption: "When you say you hate cricket but he hits a six and your soul leaves your body."
Jitna sochti utna mere liye bura hota....
Ping!
RotiBoy? Lekin message bheje toh 20 second bhi nhi hue...
I opened it quickly.
RotiBoy✨:
I don't need the crowd, the press, or the selectors to believe in me. Just needed one person to see it. Thanks for being there-even if you pretend you weren't.
Ughhh!! He's so sure... Mai Ro dungii....
My fingers hovered over the keyboard of my phone. Then:
Me:
You're still annoying. But maybe slightly impressive.
RotiBoy✨:
I'll take it.
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Author's POV-
BCCI - Not So Subtle Now
The next day, a tweet from a verified cricket journalist exploded online:
@CricketInsider:
"Hearing whispers that Arjun Rathee is under serious consideration for India A's upcoming tour. About time?"
#ArjunRatheeForIndiaA
#NextBigThing
#FromKanpurToKohliPath
The hype was no longer whispers.
It was a storm.
And both Arjun and Mira were caught right in the middle.
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Meanwhile the previous night...Mira's Room, 2:03 AM
Mira's fingers were moving faster than her brain.
Three tabs open.
Twitter, Instagram, and a cricket blog titled: "Why Arjun Rathee Might Be India's Next Big Thing."
"Mira. Chill. You're not his PR manager." She said it out loud.
But her heartbeat didn't get the memo.
She scrolled again. A cricket journalist had tweeted:
"Sources say Arjun Rathee's name is almost final for the India A squad. Official update soon."
Mira nearly dropped her phone.
"Almost final," she whispered.
"What does that even mean?! Final-final? Or Bollywood breakup final where they get back in 3 songs?"
She slammed her pillow on her face and screamed into it.
Because even though she acted like she didn't care, the truth was...
She cared too much.
Meanwhile.... (Arjun's room)
Arjun sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through the same tweet.
But instead of excitement, he felt... pressure.
It was all moving too fast. The crowd. The noise. The hashtags.
What if he wasn't ready?
He exhaled and picked up his phone.
No texts from Mira.
Weird. She was usually the first to roast him for everything from bad selfies to his obsession with protein bars.
He opened their chat. Typed. Deleted. Typed again.
Arjun:
"So... BCCI's apparently planning to ruin my peace."
Read. No reply.
He waited.
Then it popped up.
Mira:
"Yawn. Who even is BCCI? Sounds like a biscuit brand."
He laughed.
Even now, she wouldn't break character.
And weirdly, that comforted him more than any "congratulations" ever could.
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