"I didn’t need to touch her to know she was already mine. My heart had claimed her the moment she walked into my world"
The match was at a turning point. If India win, they will become the top cricket team in the world. But things weren’t looking great. Four wickets are already down, and the target is still far away. The stadium is tensed, the fans unsure if their team could pull this off.
Then, the crowd erupted in excitement. The energy in the stadium shifted instantly as he walked onto the field. It was the Indian team captain, Abhimanyu Raichand. The chants of his name echoed everywhere, and flags waved proudly in the air.
Abhimanyu walked with confidence, his bat resting on his shoulder as he looked around the field. He stopped at the crease, exchanged a few words with the batsman on the other end, and nodded.
Taking his stance, Abhimanyu looked focused and determined. The bowler charged in and released the ball at top speed, but Abhimanyu stood his ground. With perfect timing, he struck the ball, sending it racing to the boundary. The roar of the crowd was deafening. This was the start of something incredible.
As the match continued, Abhimanyu played with calmness, turning the match in India’s favor. Every shot he played brought hope back to the fans. He wasn’t just batting for himself; he was carrying the dreams of millions of people.
The crowd was wild, cheering loudly as the match reached its peak. Among the chaos, a girl walked toward her seat, holding her friend’s hand as he led her through the crowd. She wore a mask, trying to stay unnoticed. Once they reached their seats, she sat down and took in the noise around her, a little overwhelmed.
“Why are these people yelling so much?” she asked, clearly irritated by the cheers.
Her friend smiled and replied, “Because Abhimanyu Raichand is batting. People are crazy about him.”
She turned her attention to the field, curious to see what the fuss was about. As the match went on, she couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement. Abhimanyu’s skills on the field were impressive, and soon, she found herself clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.
Nearby, a group of girls started talking loudly. “Oh my God, look at his abs there are visible through his shirt. He’s so handsome!”
Another girl chimed in, “He’s my dream guy. I want to marry him!”
Hearing their chatter, the girl couldn’t help but laugh.
Her friend leaned over and teased, “Careful, or you might end up like them by the end of this match.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. As much as she hated to admit it, there was something about Abhimanyu Raichand that even she couldn’t ignore.
The match continued, with Abhimanyu batting brilliantly. The crowd cheered louder with every shot he played. During a short break, Abhimanyu removed his helmet to drink some water. That’s when the girl saw his face clearly for the first time.
She turned to her friend with a small smile. “You’re right. He is handsome.”
Her friend laughed. “Told you! Now you see why everyone’s crazy about him.”
The break ended, and the match resumed. Abhimanyu walked back to the crease, calm and focused. The girl found herself watching him a little more closely now, unable to deny the charm that everyone seemed to talk about.
While Abhimanyu was batting, he hit a huge six, sending the ball into the crowd. The girl watched it fly and then turned to her friend. “Doesn’t the crowd get hurt if the ball hits them?”
