"Don't touch me" Anushka hissed at him.
"I won't, lay down. You need rest" he said.
"What did you call me, 'Anu'?" She asked suspiciously.
"Look Anushka, I don't want to keep you in darkness" Virat said , dragging the chair and sitting beside her be...
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Second innings
David Warner and Aaron Finch strode to the crease, both exuding confidence as Australia began their semifinal chase.
Their partnership was solid, threading together a cautious yet effective stand of 63 runs. But when Finch fell, caught behind, the atmosphere shifted.
Out walked Virat Kohli. The noise in the stadium reached deafening levels as Indian fans erupted, their cheers mixing with a smattering of boos.
It was eerily reminiscent of his previous outing against India, but this time, he was resolute. His mind was locked on the task at hand, blocking out everything except the moment.
Bumrah was the bowler. The first few deliveries were relentless -- each ball sharp, calculated, testing Virat’s focus. On the fifth ball, a thunderous appeal for LBW echoed through the ground as the ball struck Virat’s pad.
The umpire’s hand stayed down, but the tension hung in the air. Bumrah’s last ball of the over was a searing bouncer, one that screamed past
Virat’s helmet, narrowly missing him. Virat straightened up, his jaw tightening. His resolve deepened. This wasn’t just a game anymore; it was a battle of wills.
The innings progressed steadily. Virat’s strokes became more fluent, calculated, and punishing. When he reached 47, Warner, who had anchored the innings beautifully, fell for 75.
The Indian fielders celebrated briefly, but their body language betrayed them. Their shoulders were starting to slump, and they looked strained under the weight of the game’s pressure.
Stoinis walked in next, offering the perfect foil to Virat’s calm aggression. Together, they pushed India further onto the back foot. Fielding errors crept into India’s game, and Virat’s determination only grew.
With each run, the roar of the Australian fans amplified, a stark contrast to the slowly dimming enthusiasm of the Indian supporters. When Virat reached his 80s, Stoinis perished trying to up the ante. Maxwell joined him next, bringing his trademark energy.
As the overs ticked by, Virat stood tall, his presence commanding. He reached his century in trademark style -- a crisp flick to deep midwicket.
The crowd erupted, but Virat’s celebration was muted, a small raise of his bat before he refocused. There was a mission still to complete, and it wasn’t about personal milestones.
Maxwell, with his flair, ensured that the game closed out quickly. The moment the winning run was hit, the two sprinted toward each other, their faces lit up with pure joy.
They leapt into each other’s arms, their emotions spilling over. The Australian supporters in the crowd were jubilant, waving flags and cheering as their team sealed their place in the final.
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