Unknown To Known

Wait and doubts

After following him on instagram, Aditi's fingers scrolled through Ishan's profile. She smiled at his latest posts - a picture of him with his parents and from his practice sessions.

"Seems like he is a very hardworking person!" Aditi thought. As she browsed, Aditi noticed Ishan's passion for cricket, his love for family and friends and his adventurous spirits. Her heart swelled with admiration. "He is more than just a cricketer." She said to herself.

Meanwhile.

Ishan's phone buzzed with a notification.

aditihundia started following you.

Ishan's eyes lit up, surprised and pleased. He smiled, thinking, "She is interested?!" But he decided to play it cool. "No rush," he thought. "Let's just connect and enjoy."

He kept his phone aside, focusing on his morning routine.

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Aditi settled into her cozy living room, snuggling into the comfortable cushions, her phone in her hand. It was evening and the sun outside was slowly setting. She couldn't resist scrolling through Ishan's profile.

Her eyes locked onto each picture. "His eyes sparkle in each photo." She thought, a small smile spreading across her face. As she delved deeper, Aditi noticed Ishan's cricket team photos. She chuckled at his captions, adventurous side in other photos.

"Ishan seems so down-to-earth." She thought and her curiosity was mingling with admiration. Just then, a sudden interruption ruined her moment. "Aditi! Aaj tum bana de na dinner." Her brother, called out from the kitchen. Aditi's gaze snapped up from her phone, and she let out an annoying sigh.

"Bhaiya, can't you see I'm busy?" Aditi teased, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. Yash came into the living room, grinning mischievously. "Busy stalking cricket stars, huh?" He joked, raising an eyebrow. Aditi tried hiding her phone screen. "None of your business." She laughed, trying to deflect. Yash chuckled and retreated to the kitchen. Aditi sighed and reluctantly set her phone aside.

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On the other side.

Ishan lied down on his bed, exhausted but satisfied after a grueling cricket practice. He had spent hours perfecting his swing, and now, it was time to relax.

As he freshened up, he changed into comfortable shirts and pants, feeling the stress go away. With a contented sigh, he picked up his phone and started scrolling through social media. Aditi's profile caught his attention. He smiled, recalling their previous conversation. "Time to reach out." He thought.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard. "What if she thinks I'm being too forward?"

His curiosity got the better of him. "She seems different... geniune." He typed: What are u up 2? His thumbs hesitated over send. "Casual, friendly.. perfect!" Ishan assured himself. He hit the "send" and leaned back, phone still in hand, anticipating Aditi's response. He closed his eyes, letting the calm wash over him.

Ishan's mind began to wander. Cricket, his passion, came to his mind. "One day, I'll wear the Blue Indian jersey." He thought, eyes still closed. He envisioned himself on the pitch, bat in hand and facing the world's best bowler. "Selection for the Indian team, it is within reach."

Memories flooded his mind: hours of training, practices, sacrifices made and the camaraderie with the players with whom he share the same passion. "This season will be different, and I need to give it my all!" He recalled Dravid's words. "Ishan, you have the potential. Focus on your game and nothing can stop you."

His determination intensified, and he made a promise to himself. "I won't let anyone doubt me, especially myself."