10 year old Ishan finds a cricket bat at his grandparents' place. His eyes widened as he noticed the worn leather and faded signatures of the cricketers, that sent shivers down his spine.
"Dadaji, yeh bat?" Ishan asked, his voice filled with excitement.
His grandfather's eyes sparkled. "Aha. Mera purana lucky bat. Whenever I used to play with it, i always won."
Ishan smiled and sat beside him. "Ap bhi khela karte the?"
His grandfather smiled and nodded, recalling his old days.
"Batayiye naa. Kab, kaise khelte the taki hum bhi seekhe." Ishan requested with pleading eyes.
His grandfather shared stories of his own cricketing days and Ishan's passion ignited.
"Kapil Dev se bhi mile the?" Ishan asked, his eyes widened.
"Beta, tum bhi bade hoke cricketer bana," His grandmother encouraged. "Hum dekhe tumhara josh, kitna excited hoke sun raha tha saara baat."
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Years passed and Ishan's hard work and dedication paid off. He was selected for the Under-19 national team and his name splashed across newspapers and televisions.
Aditi Hundia, a stunning and ambitious young woman, watched Ishan's pre match interview. She had always dreamt of becoming a model but deep down, she wanted someone with whom she could play cricket, as she loved sports.
As Ishan spoke about his love for the game, Aditi felt an undeniable admiration for him. His passion, confidence and charm drew her in.
"Who is this guy?" Aditi asked her brother, mesmerized.
Yash scanned the television headlines and replied. "Ishan Kishan, the rising star."
Aditi smiled and couldn't shake off the feeling that she has come across someone special.
Meanwhile, Ishan prepared for the first ever match, in which he will represent India.
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Aditi stood confidently on the ramp, posing for the camera. During the break, her phone buzzed with notifications. She glanced at the screen and her heart skipped a beat.
"India's U-19 team finishes as runner up in the world cup." the news headlines read.
"Oh my God! We could have won but koi nahi. Got to witness some amazing performances." Aditi said, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and pride.
As she recalled the performances, her mind raced to Ishan, the cricketer she had admired in the interview. She quickly scrolled through the articles, devoring every detail.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn't believe how well Ishan had performed.
"Kitna accha hain!" Aditi exclaimed, to her fellow model, Nehal.
Nehal raised an eyebrow. "Koun accha hain?"
"Ishan, U-19 ka captain aur cricketer." She replied, her face glowing.
Nehal smiled knowingly. "Hooked, aren't you?"
Aditi couldn't deny it. She had never felt this drawn to someone before.
As the rehearsal continued, Aditi's mind wandered to Ishan and his performances. She couldn't wait to watch him play again.
"Nehal, kya koi next match mein jaa sakte hain?" she asked.
Nehal grinned. "Mujh par chodh do. I have connections."
Aditi's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of watching a cricket match live.
