Shades Of Purple

Chapter 55 : Super Raid

UTKARSH'S POV :

I continue crossing my fingers, chanting names of all the gods I have heard of till date as if any of this is going to help.

The match currently lies at 21-22, which means Delhi Warriors need another two points to beat Bengluru titans.

Honestly this year's campaign hasn't been the best for Warriors. All these matches they have given their best regardless of the outcome but are currently 5th on the points table. Yes, it's just one place away from the qualification lot—which again will change drastically by the time of play-offs, but nevertheless after the miraculous season Warriors had last year—they would've expected better.

In the meanwhile I watch my brother get ready for his raid and within a couple of seconds—he enters the opposition's half.

Raghvansh touches the bonus line with his hand as the foot kicks jersey number 09 and I watch him cartwheel to the other side of the mat getting another player out.

What a fool.

He has to prove that he's your brother after all, right Utkarsh? I just ignore the voices in my head.

Doing all of this as if he's filming some kind of an action movie. Can he not see he's surrounded by the defenders now? I scoff. Could've just taken a bonus and came back...a draw is always better than a loss, gives you 3 points as well.

All of a sudden, the crowd goes silent—enough for me to hear my own heartbeat.

Pune really doesn't play about Raghvansh Birla, huh?

My eyes divert back to the match, where the defender dives to get a hold of Raghvansh's leg but it's late. Maybe a bit too late. You can't afford losing a second when you're around the world's best raider, can you?

All there's left to watch is Raghvansh pushing him down as he leaps over one of the finest defenders of all times just so casually.

But hold on...

One out-push from the other defender—and Raghvansh will be groaning in pain against the stadium signage. I scrunch my nose as the sight as the same appears in my mind.

Wanting to avoid the sight of my brother struggling and being the centre of attention, I try to turn to the other side but my muscles freeze on their accord.

In no time I am on my feet on its own as the sight infact, in front of me isn't of my brother lying on a stretcher.

He presses his forearm against the defender whose jersey number seems to be 31, and rolls over his back to land in the Warrior's half.

Hold on.

WARRIOR'S HALF??????

DOES THAT MEAN WE—

All of my thoughts come to a rest as the referee announces, "Super raid, 4 points—Delhi Warriors." And the buzzer goes off at that instance, indicating the end of this match.

I can't help but instantly jump in joy.

Okay, now I know why my gut refused to believe that we would lose this match even when Bengaluru was leading by 19-12. This is how you expect the defending champions to play, and their comeback just proved that they are for sure—the best team in this league.