ICT : Crazy family

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Sachin lay in bed, drenched in sweat, his heart racing as the nightmare unfolded again. His teammates stood before him in a dark, ominous room. Dada's voice echoed first, sharp and accusing. "How could you do this to us, Sachin? We trusted you." Jammy's usual calm demeanor was shattered, his voice cold and full of disappointment. "You betrayed the team, Sachin. You’ve tarnished everything we worked for."

Mahi stood silent, his eyes filled with hurt, as if unable to even speak the words. Yuvi, who always looked at Sachin like a big brother, shook his head in disbelief. "Match-fixing, Sachin? How could you?" Sonu, Zak, and Bhajji, their faces once filled with admiration, were now twisted in disbelief and anger. Every word, every look, pierced Sachin deeper, unraveling the very foundation he had built his life upon.

He couldn’t breathe. The accusations swirled around him, suffocating, leaving him hollow, broken. His knees buckled, and for the first time in his life, Sachin felt utterly lost. His legacy, his life, the trust of those he held dearest—everything crumbled in front of him. The burden of their disappointment was too much to bear, and in a moment of utter despair, Sachin felt there was only one way to escape it.

His hands shook as he made the decision, eyes clouded with tears. He couldn’t face them again. He couldn’t live with this weight on his shoulders. As he took a step towards the finality of his decision, a soft creak of the door broke the silence.

Standing at the doorway, frozen in place, was a small boy—his nephew, Virat, no more than 7 or 8 years old. His wide, innocent eyes locked onto Sachin, taking in the heartbreaking scene in front of him.

Virat’s small voice trembled as he spoke, "Are you also leaving us?" His question cut through Sachin like a blade. The boy’s lips quivered as he continued, "Do you hate us? Please, I will be good, but don’t leave my brothers—Shubh and Abhi—please."

Sachin’s heart shattered all over again. Virat had already lost his parents recently. The boy’s world had been upended, and now, in this vulnerable moment, he was facing the possibility of losing the one remaining anchor in his life. His little nephew, who had barely begun to understand grief, stood there pleading, not for himself, but for his brothers, for the small family he had left.

Sachin’s world slowed as he looked at the boy—his nephew, his responsibility, his light. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. How could he even think of leaving Virat alone in this world? How could he break the fragile heart of this child who had already lost so much?

Virat, eyes filled with tears of his own, rushed to Sachin and hugged him tightly, his small arms wrapped around his uncle as if he could keep him from slipping away. "Please, Sachin uncle, don’t go. I can’t lose you too."

Sachin held Virat close, the boy’s trembling form grounding him back into reality. He realized that he couldn’t leave, not when this little boy—this child who had already suffered more than most adults ever would—needed him now more than ever. The pain and betrayal in his nightmare melted away in the face of Virat's desperate plea. Sachin wiped his tears, hugging his nephew tightly, his heart breaking for the boy’s loss.

"I’m not going anywhere, Virat," Sachin whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise. I’ll never leave you or your brothers. You’ll never be alone, I swear."

As they sat there together, Virat’s head buried in Sachin’s chest, the darkness of the nightmare slowly faded, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Sachin knew, in that moment, that he had more to live for—more than his legacy, more than his past. His family, his little nephew, was his reason to keep going.

Sixteen years later, the once-small boy had grown into a young man. Virat, now 23 or 24, sat in the back of a car, staring out of the window with an expressionless face. The world outside passed by in a blur, but his mind was a storm of thoughts, swirling with unresolved emotions and deep determination.

His fingers drummed lightly on the seat, a habit when his thoughts raced too fast. On the outside, he appeared calm, composed—a soldier on a mission. But inside, there was chaos. His memories from that fateful night flashed before him—the moment he saw Sachin, broken and vulnerable, the quiet sobs that escaped his uncle’s lips, the plea in his own voice as a child begging for the one person who had kept his fragile world intact to stay. That moment had changed everything for Virat. He had sworn then, in his young heart, to never let anything or anyone hurt Sach Pa again.

Now, as he neared the destination, a place he thought he’d never return to, his jaw clenched. "I never thought I would meet those people again," he muttered under his breath. The same people who had hurt Sach Pa and Veeru Pa, the people who had turned their backs when his uncles needed them most.

A sharp pang of anger welled up inside him, but it was tempered by his sense of purpose. This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about justice, about restoring the dignity of the two men who had raised him like a father and an older brother. Sach Pa and Veeru Pa had given him everything: love, guidance, a home. They had carried him through his darkest days, and now it was his turn to carry their burdens, to set things right.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the weight of his mission settle in. "Since I am here, for my country, for my mission, I will face them," he whispered to himself, determination lacing every word. "I will prove them wrong. I promise, Sach Pa. I will prove you innocent at any cost. No matter what it takes."

His fists tightened in his lap, a promise burning in his chest. "And I will protect you all. I won’t let anyone hurt you again." The words felt like an oath, etched into his soul, as the car approached its destination.

In the distance, the grand, imposing stadium loomed closer—a reminder of the glory, the pain, and the redemption that awaited inside. The very place where his uncles’ names were once celebrated, and later questioned, was now where Virat would begin his own fight. This wasn’t just a mission—it was his personal war. A war to clear his uncles' names, to bring back the honor they had once worn so proudly.

As the car slowed to a halt, Virat took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. The calm expression remained on his face, but inside, he was ready for battle. He would make sure that those who had wronged Sach Pa and Veeru Pa would see the truth, and in doing so, restore the legacy of the men who had given him everything.

With a final glance out the window, Virat whispered one last vow, "I’m doing this for you, Sach Pa. For you, Veeru Pa. And for all that you’ve stood for." Then, with fierce resolve, he stepped out of the car, ready to face the past—and win.

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