A Piece Of My Heart (Ft. Virushka) 💖

91. HIGH STAKES.

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The stage was set for an epic showdown. RCB was against an in-form Delhi Capitals side that had already bested them in the first qualifier.

But today was different. Today, Virat and his team had a chance to rewrite the script, to avenge the past and conquer their long-standing demons. The energy in the stadium was palpable, with fans roaring in anticipation of what would be a nail-biting contest.

RCB won the toss and chose to bat. The atmosphere was electric as Virat and Faf du Plessis walked out to open the innings. The first few overs were a blur of boundaries and quick singles. RCB made a blistering start, racing to 45 in just 4 overs.

Virat looked in control, stroking the ball elegantly, while Faf was in his usual aggressive mood. But just when it seemed like the foundation was set, Faf mistimed a pull shot and holed out to deep square leg.

Virat stood at the other end, watching in frustration as his partner trudged back. He gulped, his heart beating faster, knowing that the weight of this final was on his shoulders.

But then, walking in to join him was none other than AB. For a brief moment, Virat felt a sense of calm. This was what he had always cherished - batting with AB in a big match. It felt right. The two legends took guard, and the crowd roared louder than ever.

It was a partnership they had built over years, a bond forged in countless matches, but they knew this would be the last time they would bat together in the IPL.

They started cautiously, but just as they were beginning to find their rhythm, AB mistimed an aggressive shot, sending the ball high into the night sky, only for it to land in the hands of the fielder at long-off.

Virat watched in disbelief as his best friend walked back, his last innings in the IPL cut short. He swallowed the sadness, but it lingered, haunting the back of his mind. It wasn’t just about losing AB’s wicket; it was the end of an era.

Maxwell walked in next, and the two of them quickly settled into a solid partnership. Virat, with his laser focus, and Maxwell, with his power-hitting, managed to keep the scoreboard ticking.

It was a partnership that gave them hope - two experienced campaigners, determined to steer the team through the middle overs.

By the 13th over, Virat was playing beautifully, his trademark flicks and drives mesmerizing the crowd. He was on 62, looking set for a big one.

But then came the mis-hit, a slower ball that deceived him. The ball ballooned high into the air, and as soon as it left his bat, Virat knew it wasn’t going far. The fielder at midwicket settled underneath it and took the catch with ease.

Virat stood there for a moment, disbelief etched across his face. He could feel the pressure building in his chest as he hit the bat on his helmet in frustration. The walk back to the pavilion was long and heavy, his heart sinking with every step.

The disappointment was clear in his eyes as he sat down in the dugout. He knew the final was slipping away, and it pained him to watch from the sidelines.

But Maxwell wasn’t done. Determined to carry the innings forward, he played with intent, building another crucial partnership with Rajat Patidar.

They kept the pressure on Delhi, rotating the strike and smashing the occasional boundary. The runs kept coming, and the score climbed steadily. Just when it seemed like Maxwell might carry RCB all the way, he too fell, misjudging a slower ball.