Shades Of Purple

Chapter 37 - Quadir Bhatt?

RAGHVANSH'S POV:

"Do not stress yourself, captain. We have the match in our hands. It's the last raid- so just take a bonus, okay? Try not to go for a touch, if it goes wrong, we'll lose this one, and surely we won't want that after giving our best," Kaushal says and I nod.

Walking up to the midline, I release a harsh breath.

Last raid deciders are so annoying, no, they're not stressful, they're just...you know, frustrating. The crowd yells for absolutely no reason. The noise makes me go mad.

Take a chill pill, dammit.

Sighing, I begin to chant Kabaddi under my breath and cross the baulk-line.

I smirk inwardly as I see Ayiz Tenku, the right in getting ready for an ankle. Ankle grip, for a final raid, really? Do they actually think I'm planning for a bonus?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

How do you expect to become a perfectionist in Kabaddi- if you can't play with fire?

I lift my right foot throwing it across the bonus line- hinting them for a bonus. But is it a bonus? No.

I sway my arm across the right corner's chest and smirk again as my fingertips touch the fabric of his jersey. I hear a few gasps around me as I return to our half, crossing the midline casually and shoot Kaushal a smile only for him to let out a laugh.

Raising my hand for a high-five, I grin as I feel his palm over it. Smiling, he rubs his nose as he says- "Captain ya, you're never going to listen to what I say right? You're always up for risks, aren't you? That was so freaking unexpected. You're always great at tricks man. Anyway, well done, congratulations to us. You should take rest now, it must've have been a hectic match for you."

Shaking my hand in defence, I scratch my lower lip and reply- "No Kaushal, it wasn't hectic as such, you know we've played way more frustrating matches than this. And yes, congratulations to us, the whole unit performed up to the mark today, which as instance calls for a celebration. How about tomorrow evening? I assume everyone's very tired and wants to rest, the same goes for me. What's your say?"

"Oh yes yes, Cap. I'm tired too and the others don't look like they're in the mood for any celebration, we'll postpone it to tomorrow, okay? Anyway, I'll let you go now, the interviews and post-match conferences are still to go, I hope I survive till night."

Nodding in agreement, I say- "I know right. So...see you later. Take rest for now."

Walking up to coach, I shake hands with him and he pats my back- "Well done, Raghvansh. Take rest now, these few games must have been too much for you, don't worry about the post-match Interview, I'll handle it somehow, they'll understand okay? Poor boy, you've worked very hard for this win, don't overwork yourself."

He says and I instantly grin at his words.

Did he just say no interviews and presentations? Yes, he did. Nodding vigorously, I mumble a 'bye' and take my leave.

Throwing my arm Rizwan's neck- who's standing beside coach, I tag or drag him along as he says- "Yo Raghvansh, that was a fucking unbelievable match from your side. No wonder they call you the 'points machine' or 'ice man' or some fancy names."

Shrugging his words off, I click my tongue and say- "Let's not talk about the match dammit. It was so annoying. You know how much I hate last-minute deciders. I was so praying for the match to get over."

Not caring about the roaring crowd, we walk to the dressing room- which seems too far than usual.

"What hurry are you in, Mr Raghvansh Birla. Do you want to talk to your little girl?" I watch him wriggle his eyebrows only for me to raise my fist for a punch.