The Warmth of the First Meet [Mahi-Rutu]

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by DilSeRe_

by DilSeRe_

I'm a little too obsessed with Ruturaj now a days, and since wattpad hardly has anything written on him, I'm on a mission to write on him. Lol.

October, 2016

Ruturaj looked at the commotion in the dressing room, for some reason there was too much chaos. People were coming in and going out again and again, setting things up, clearing chairs and all. He caught one friend of his, "what's happening? "

"Guess what! " Azim exclaimed in joy as he clutched his hand tight, "MS Dhoni is coming here"

"Here means? Here? " Rutu asked with a confused expression.

"Here, right here in the dressing room" Azim told, unable to contain the excitement in his voice.

"For what? " Rutu asked, unable to comprehend what's happening.

"Kya matlab usse? We'll get to talk to him, how cool is that" Azim had not finished when Dhoni entered the dressing room and they stood up, looking at each other, biting their tongues.

"Ruturaj" MS called and Ruturaj looked up, absolutely flustered, as if he had forgotten how to greet people. Azim had to punch him from behind to make him come out of his stupor. Ruturaj somehow managed to mutter a faint Hi.

"So it's a fracture? " MS asked looking at the plaster on his hand.

Rutu nodded in yes. It was his debut in list A cricket. MS was mentoring the Jharkhand team. He wanted to play good in front of MS and got this lil finger fractured while trying to pull a delivery. Now he was sitting out for half the tournament in all possibilities.

"It was your first match right? Damn bad luck kiddo. Which finger? " MS asked. Rutu was taken aback with the endearment in his voice. How was he, the Captain of the Indian team, this interested in him, a mere 19 year old debutant? Did he really take out time just to come and meet him because he was injured?

"Little finger" Kazi answered on behalf of him.

"Gloves konse pahne the? " MS asked and Rutu frantically looked around to search for his gloves. Thankfully his teammates chimmed in again to find them. Rutu was grateful, because his own brain had stopped functioning after seeing MS so close. MS examined the gloves and handed them back, "Sometimes the covering is not good enough to absorb pressure"

"You take care kiddo. What did the doctor say? "

"I need to go the doc again. It probably needs an operation" Rutu answered, finding a voice finally.

"Right. Get well soon boy, I'll be looking forward to watch you play"

Rutu mumbled a thanks and looked down. He could feel the blush creeping down his face. The smile was not going from his face and he felt like an idiot.

"Can I get a marker guys? " MS asked the team.

"Haath dikhana apna zara? " MS asked and Rutu tentatively forwarded his plastered hand. MS removed the cap of the marker and wrote, Get well soon, best wishes, with his signature below.

Rutu was taken aback again, he wanted an autograph, but he could never ask for it himself and MS gave it without asking. What he did not notice was, Azim had also clicked a picture sneakily.

Rutu recalled the incident 8 years later, how he had pleaded with the doctor to save the autograph while cutting the plaster but he had still cut it. He had been so disappointed, he had made it a point to avoid that doctor. Now he was the captain of Chennai Super Kings, MS Dhoni's brain child.

To meet MSD was a dream, to play with him seemed otherwordly altogether, now captaining a side he was playing in, he had stopped himself from thinking about it because if he did, he might go insane. But MS had remained the same. The warmth he had received from him on his first day, only grew as he spent more time with him.

He wondered if MS remembered that meeting, so he had asked him, "Aapko yaad hai mai aapse pahle mila hoon? "

And MS had surprised him by recalling every detail about it. "I watched you play the next season, solid technique hmm? Keep it up" MS said as he patted his back and walked towards the nets.

Ruturaj looked in awe at their captain, the man was exactly how he would ever want to be.