Shades Of Purple

Chapter 54 : Greatest Man In The World

RAGHVANSH'S POV :

"This evening we have with us the one who doesn't only lead Delhi Warriors but has built this team from scratch and is probably the biggest reason it is where it is today."

"So Raghvansh Birla or may I say the Ice Man, you seem to be really happy today. Would you like to say a few words on this historic win? How does it feel to win a match by 43 points, biggest win margin in IKL history?" One of the hosts says.

Despite my best efforts of pressing my lips into a thin line, I end up chuckling, "first of all, thank you Simran for that lovely introduction. I'll take the compliments. And obviously today's win means a lot to me, not just as a team but also on a personal level since this is my second highest score in IKL. Even the atmosphere in the whole team is so lively right now, everyone's enjoying themselves and planning on having a great season ahead. What else would I need as a captain, right?"

The star sport's host and I share a short laugh to which she further adds, "Is there anyone Raghvansh Birla wants to dedicate this win to?"

Say it Raghvan, we all know who you win everything in life for.

My internals smirk at me. Well it's pretty obvious that they aren't wrong.

Hiding the giggle that escapes my lips with my palm, I reply after searching for the right words, "someone who I can't exactly call a friend because she means a lot more than that to me. The person who lights up my life and makes me happy in every way possible."

"Thank you for being there. This one is for you."

As if expected, I see the host and many crew members surprised at my words.

Okay.

Was it out of nowhere? Maybe.

But it had to be done today or tomorrow. It's still better than announcing relationships, worse—marriages out of nowhere.

You're overthinking again Raghvan. You don't even know whether she likes you yet.

I groan. That's correct but like I'm sure she does, right? Especially after what happened last time we met.

As the conflict between my heart and mind continues, I take a leave from the post-match presentation moving towards the changing and locker room.

Picking out the towel from my designated locker, I turn on the shower and the heat hits me immediately.

Perfect, as always.

The temperature is enough to wash out any signs of pain from my body as the thoughts engulf me.

How would she feel about me mentioning her during the post-match presentation? Did she freak out over it? Does she even know it was about her? Did she send me a congratulations text just like she always does? More importantly, is she happy about us winning?

It just feels like she's a part of the win. It wouldn't have been the same otherwise.

She really does mean so much to me.

My life.

More importantly, the love of my life.

Spinning the knob in the other direction, I get out of the shower space wiping the wet strands that are the reason for the water dripping down my forehead.