❝ 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...
I'm really veryy veryy happy today and mausam bhi accha hai Jaipur mein isliye one more chapter for you guyss...
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Also FYI this book was just 30 chapters initially... but here we are and still many more chapters to go shayad. Since it was my first book I didn't want to stretch it unnecessaryly but I think it's fine till of now hainaa?
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पहले दिन की सुबह थी, दिल थोड़ा सहमा था,
वो नीले रंग में आई... और सब कुछ थम सा गया...
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Back To The Nets...
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Arjun's POV-
Ten alarms.
I'd set ten bloody alarms the night before—starting from 3 a.m.—on Mira's very serious advice.
"You miss this practice, Arjun, and I swear I'll change my name to something unpronounceable so you can never find me again," she'd said, all fire and fury over the phone. Dramatic as hell, but she had a point. I couldn't afford to oversleep today.
So there I was, squinting through the blur of my phone screen at 3:00 a.m., as the first of the alarms rang. Then again at 3:10. Then 3:20. I eventually surrendered to the chaos at 4:00 a.m. and swung my legs off the bed. My heart was already beating faster than it should—half nerves, half excitement, and maybe a little bit Mira.
The duffle bag had been packed the night before. Bat. Pads. Gloves. Extra jersey. Water bottle. Energy bars. I'd triple-checked it before sleeping, and now, at 4:15 a.m., I was double-triple-checking it like some overexcited rookie. This was the first proper day of practice after months of not touching the turf. After the injury, after the rehab, after... Dad.
I stared at the black bracelet on my wrist. A bat-shaped charm dangled from it—Mira had gifted it to me after my India A debut. I used to think I played for my state, maybe for my country someday. But somewhere along the way, I realized I also played for her. For Mum. For him.
At 4:50 a.m., I finally walked downstairs. I didn't expect Mumma to be awake. She needed rest. I'd decided I'd make a quick veggie sandwich and sneak out like a responsible adult. Simple, easy, unbothered.
