❝True love has the habit of coming back, usually in the most unexpected ways.❞
A Hardworking girl Alisha Sharvan meets a passionate guy Virat Kohli.
They become best friends and eventually find love. But fate decides to play its role in the name of...
"What the f*ck, Jaddu?" I bellowed at one of my best buddies, Jadeja. How can he possibly do this? He created a fake twitter account in the name Ranveer. I know its not a big deal but the reason he gave me, got on my nerves.
"I was just trying to spread positivity," he defended. Here we go again.
"I mean there are few buffaloes who threw random insults to the game and to us. You know that!" he pointed his index finger at me.
"I knew that, Jaddu. Crowd will always taunt you especially when you drop a catch or let a ball pass through you to the boundary. The worst part is its Our Indian Supporters who does that often. They swear about us; our sisters; our parents; our great-great grandparents," I paused, Jaddu was staring at me wide-eyed. "I have endured through it, Jaddu. Even I want to beat them black and blue, but I can't. Sachin paaji told me not to take their words to mind nor to heart. Our Indian players ignore those negative remarks from fans, Jaddu."
"Exactly, Virat, they ignore them. That's why those hatred stuffs haven't stopped yet. We could do something through this account," he said hopefully.
Even I felt hopeful at his affirmation, but how can anyone change peoples' behaviour by a fake twitter account?
"Jaddu, listen. How many peoples' behaviour one could change through it?" I asked, running my hands through my hair.
"Maybe few. . ." he replied unsure.
"Exactly, Jaddu. They will think its another crazy cricket fan. They might not take seriously, dude. It would be better if we do this as a cricket player. We would work hard and show the world how challenging it is to be a cricketer!" I said, putting my thoughts into words.
Jaddu didn't say anything for a while. I waited patiently for his reply. My eyes kept flickering between the Laptop and his face. His curly hair where dancing in the cool air. He looked slim as usual, unlike me. I do look little chubby but not really fat.
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"You're correct, Virat. We can change them better by our original self," he said. I smiled at him. Finally he understood.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked, gesturing the laptop.
"We should delete that account," he said firmly. I nodded in agreement.
I placed the laptop on my lap and opened the twitter log in page. "Give me the user id and password," I told Jaddu. He obliged immediately.
I logged on to the account. My hands hesitated a moment before clicking the delete account icon.
"Hey, wait! We could check on Sachin paajis' tweets first and then you can delete the account," Jaddu suggested. Curiosity sinked into my nerves as I typed 'sachin_rt' in the search box.
