When Shubman Gill, India's cricket sensation, meets the Radhika Sharma, their worlds collide in an unexpected twist of fate. Radhika, the protected sister of captain Rohit Sharma, has lived a life of anonymity, known only to a trusted circle. Howeve...
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Rohit Sharma had always known that Aditi Hundia was crazy. Ever since he first met her when he was 17, it had been abundantly clear. But knowing it and getting used to it were two very different things.
He could still vividly remember the day he met Aditi. It was a scorching Monday afternoon, the kind where the sun seemed to hang in the sky like a relentless ball of fire.
The auto ride to school felt like an eternity, the heat wrapping around him like an oppressive blanket. Rohit could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he and his parents hurried to Jamnabai Narsee School, the gnawing worry in his stomach growing with each step.
Rohit was tall for his age, with a big build and dark, expressive eyes that betrayed his every emotion. Today, those eyes were clouded with anxiety.
His usually curly hair was a mess, tousled from his nervous habit of constantly running his hands through it. His mind was a whirlwind of questions and worst-case scenarios, each one more dreadful than the last.
"Khargosh ko toh kuch nahi hoga na?" he muttered under his breath, referring to his beloved four-year-old sister, Radhika. [Nothing would've happened to the Khargosh, right?]
Radhika, his little "Khargosh," was the apple of his eye. From the moment she was born, Rohit had felt a fierce, protective love for her.
Her big, innocent eyes, always brimming with curiosity and wonder, seemed to speak volumes without saying a word.
The way she clung to him whenever she was scared made him feel like her guardian, her shield against the cruelties of the world.
"Woh theek hogi, par tujhe tension mein dekhe gi toh woh tension mein aa jayegi." Virat had wrapped his arm around Rohit's shoulder to try and calm his anxiety. [She will be fine, but if she sees you in tension, she will get tensed.]
Rohit often felt more like a parent to Radhika than their Aai and Baba did. He couldn't stand to be separated from her for even a moment without worrying about her well-being. She was his responsibility, his little sister who depended on him more than anyone else.
On Radhika's first day of school, Rohit had stayed outside the gates for as long as he could, peeking through the bars to catch glimpses of her. Only for his friend Virat to come and drag him away to practice.
The anxiety and sadness he had felt while watching his little Khargosh in her uniform, with her coconut tree hairstyle held together by a ribbon, a water bottle around her neck, and a backpack that seemed too big for her tiny frame, had been overwhelming.
Rohit had stood there, his heart in his throat, his mind racing with a thousand worries about her first day at school. He knew he had to let her go, to let her face the world on her own, but it was easier said than done.
