___________________________________________ Her phone buzzed again. Vihaan: Still mad at me? She stared at it for a long second. Aarushi: Yes. Another ping. Vihaan: Still smiling though, aren't you? Her lips betrayed her - the corner of her mouth lifted on instinct. Aarushi: In your dreams. Vihaan: Every night since the final, actually. She clutched the pillow tighter. Her cheeks were burning. Aarushi: Good. Let it haunt you. Vihaan: It doesn't haunt me. It keeps me sane. Vihaan: You do. She paused. Her breath caught. ___________________________________________ The stadium roared under the floodlights, the sound of cricket mixing with the heartbeat of millions. For Aarushi Sharma, 25, physiotherapist of Royal Challengers Bangalore, this wasn't just work-it was her dream. Determined, ambitious, and stubborn, she wanted a love story like Virat and Anushka's, but until then, her focus was only on cricket and making history. For Vihaan Malhotra, 28, Mumbai Indians' star and son of a cricket legend, cricket was destiny. Records, legacy, glory-those were his vows. Love? A distraction he never believed in. Until one heated argument on the field changed everything. One fight, one smirk, one teasing line- "Let's take a victory photo... something you'll remember forever." The internet crowned them enemies to lovers. Their teammates teased. Their banter never stopped. And somewhere between his arrogance and her defiance, between never and always, between victories and defeats, they began to see each other. Because in cricket-and in love-one match can change everything. __________________________________________________________________________________

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