❝ 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...
खुशबू सी आई है किसी जीत की हवा में, जैसे दुआएं रंग लाई हों एक दुआ में...🥹
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Chhoo Liya Aasmaan, Par Pair Zameen Par Rakhna!
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Author's POV-
Blue confetti rained like stars inside the stadium. Chants of "Indiaaa, Indiaaa!" echoed till the night sky cracked open with fireworks.
But the loudest noise? That was in Arjun's heart.
He had done it.
A debut century. A win for India. And applause that refused to stop.
Inside the Indian dugout, it was celebration overload.
"Bhaiii tu toh legend nikla!" Rishabh Pant burst out laughing, pulling Arjun into a sweaty, bone-crushing hug. "First ball chhakka? Debut mein century? Tu banda hai ya highlight reel?!"
KL Rahul came over with his calm, composed smile. "You didn't just bat. You... anchored the damn thing. You made it look effortless, Arjun."
Arjun shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping. "Nervous tha, bhai. Dil yeh hi bol raha tha... ya toh dikha de, ya... bas dikha de."
"Waise tu ne dikha toh diya hii!" Surya Kumar winked. "Next Ad shoot tera hi hoga. Batting bhi, acting bhi—sab kuch sorted."
Even Jadeja couldn't help but pat his back. "Mujhe laga tujhme dum hai, but aaj sabko dikh gaya. Aaj se dressing room mein tu sher hai, bro. Silent, fast, aur deadly!"
Amid all the claps and backslaps, Arjun only nodded, smiled, whispered "Thanks..." again and again.
But one thing he didn't mention—was how every run, every step, every shot tonight had felt like it wasn't just his.
There were papa's words of reassurance, his silent stare during early morning nets. And... a laugh. Faint, familiar, belonging to someone who used memes as war weapons and gave him that stupid nickname—Rotiboy.
She wasn't here.
But somewhere in that crowd of millions... she had watched. He felt it. Not in the stadium. Somewhere in his soul.
Later That Night – Hotel Suite
The celebration had ended. Jerseys were off, sweat had dried, and excitement had finally begun to settle.
Arjun sat alone now.
Still wearing the same black thread bracelet. The charm against his skin warm from all the friction. Still smelling a little like lavender.
