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Great bowler... Even Greater... (Ft. Jassi and the Team)

Great bowler... Even Greater... (Ft. Jassi and the Team)

A/N - Some language. Proceed with caution (Haha)

"Here; someone wants to speak to you!"

"Huh?"

Jassi had just entered the dressing room after finishing with the Press Conference and all, aching to take off his sweat drenched....well, sweats...and also desperate for a hot, hot shower.

But now, Rahul was hovering near his shoulder, looking quite like the cat who got the cream and rather enjoyed it.

"Huh?" Jassi made another confused noise at the back of his throat and raised a tired eyebrow. "Who?"

"Someone." Rahul held the phone up to Jassi's ears and the later leaned into it, still holding unto the sweater he had been wearing.

"Hello?" Anyone else and Jassi would have danced away from the call, suspecting a prank or worse, but two things stopped him.

One, it was Rahul.

And Two, it was KL Rahul

"Hello!" He repeated, taking a look at phone screen, and all it showed was Private Number.

"Hello! Mon Ami! My beautiful Jass Man! What a spell it was!"

"Hardik!" Joy rushed through him and Jassi took the phone from Rahul. "I should have know! Thanks, man. Missing you yaar."

"But of course." Hardik's familiar drawl jogged through the phone waves, dragging in, for Jassi, a wave load of yearning for his country. Hardik's call brought back a piece of home with it, in cold and stark Australia.

"So how are you doing, Harry?"

"Perfect! Though not as great as you."

"Huh?" Jassi had been looking for a place to sit and was, surprisingly, not offered any. In fact, there were odd groups gathered around the room, busy chatting about something. Jassi moved to the back of the dressing room and shifted into one of the open spaces in front of a locker.

"What huh? You are pretty great. That is all."

Scrunching his nose at the piles of discarded clothing scattered around, Jassi concentrate on the gibberish Hardik was sporting. "Well, thanks, I guess. But the entire team gathered around for the bowling and the fielding. They were fantastic with their energy. Harshit..."

"Oh I know! I know all. But," Hardik paused, "But... It can never take away from Jassi's greatness."

"Bhai kya hain?" Jassi again looked around; his sixth sense and every other sense in between, was tingling. "Why are you sounding like a broken record?"

"Well, don't I always?"

Hardik did have a point; Jassi shrugged. "Well, not like this. I was almost expecting a blow-by-blow analysis of which balls I should have been more on point on and how I should have blown off those Aussies by today."

"Aha. There's that, I agree, but this is so not the time for that. This is the time for greatness."

"Ok...." Jassi reached over, found an unopened bottle and cracked open the lid.

"Greatness of a bowler and the greatttttnessss of his booty!"

Jassi had just taken a sip, one singular sip, of the water when he inhaled in shock and the water went down the absolutely wrong way, making him splutter and cough.

"W-What?!? Hardik Pandya!" Jassi rubbed his runny nose, the water hitting the back of his throat. "What the hell, man!"

"Well, not my words."