๐ Written in His Jersey
๐ Chapter 1.2 - Cricket Fever
(Bisakha's POV | Abhishek's POV)
---
๐ Morning - Bose House
||Author's pov
---
"BISAKHAAAA- uth ja! 10 baj gaye!"
("BISAKHAAAA-wake up, it's 10 O'Clock")
---
A pillow flew straight at the door.
---
"JAAG JA NA!"
("WAKE UP NAAA!")
---
Inside the room-
Uff very annoying
I buried MY face deeper into the pillow.
---
"...I came from Canada yesterday,"
I groaned.
"tiredness naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai..."
("There is also thing called tiredness...")
---
Door burst open.
---
"Tiredness ko baad mein dekhna- T20 WORLD CUP FINAL hai!"
("we will See the tiredness later-IT'S T20 WORLD CUP FINAL!")
---
Bisti di marched in like a storm.
---
I didn't even open her eyes.
"...tumhe har cheez pe overreact karna zaroori hai kya?"
("It is necessary for you to do overreact in everything??")
---
"OVERREACT??"
Bisti di gasped dramatically.
"India vs Newzaland FINAL hai! Aur tu-"
(It's India vs Newzaland FINAL!
And you!-")
She stopped mid-sentence.
---
"...wait."
---
Slowly, suspiciously-
She leaned closer.
---
"Tu actually nervous hai na?"
("You are nervous actually, right?")
---
That made me open my eyes.
---
"...what?"
---
"Abhishek ke liye."
("bcz of Abhishek.")
---
Silence.
---
"...get out."
---
"HAAN TU HAI-"
("YES YOU ARE-")
---
"BISTI DI-"
---
"OKAY OKAY I'M GOING!"
she laughed, running out before getting hit by another pillow.
---
I sat up finally, running a
hand through her hair.
Messy.
Soft.
Unbothered.
---
But my eyes-
Slightly restless.
---
I got up, walking toward my Bathroom
Then got freshed, Bathed
Then I walked to my wardrobe.
---
Rows of clothes.
Perfectly arranged.
Neutral tones.
Structured elegance.
---
My hand hovered for a moment-
Then I picked:
A soft white shirt
Beige straight-fit trousers
Light brown blazer
---
Simple.
Elegant.
Safe.
---
Not like I was trying to impress anyone.
---
"...I'm just going to watch a match,"
I muttered.
---
But My heart disagreed.
---
---
๐ณ Dining Area - Late Morning
---
"Finally madam uth gayi."
("Finally madam is awake.")
---
Arpita di didn't even look up from her coffee.
---
Dressed in black trousers and a crisp blue shirt, sleeves rolled up-she looked less like a bride-to-be and more like someone about to win a case.
---
I smirked slightly.
"...good morning to you too."
---
Ishita di sat beside her, in a soft blue long dress with a light cardigan, calmly sipping tea.
---
"Neend thik se hua?"
("You slept comfortably?")
she asked gently.
---
"Hmm,"
I nodded, sitting beside her.
---
"Kal raat 2 baje tak phone pe thi,"
("She was in phone last night till 2pm,")
Bisti di exposed instantly.
---
"I WAS NOT-"
---
"Match promo dekh rahi thi,"
("Was watching match promo,")
Bisti di added, grinning.
---
Arpita di finally looked up.
One eyebrow raised.
---
"...seriously"
---
I froze for half a second.
Then casually picked up toast.
---
"...I love cricket."
---
"Specific cricket ya specific cricketer?"
("Specific cricket or specific cricketer?")
Arpita di asked calmly.
---
Dead silence.
---
Ishita di tried to hide her smile.
---
"...you guys are unbelievable,"
I muttered.
---
--
๐ฑ Meanwhile - Team Hotel
---
"Bhai uth ja- practice ke liye late ho jayega."
("Bro wake up- you will get late for practice.")
---
A pillow hit my face.
---
"5 minute..."
I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head.
---
"5 minute mein match jeetega kya?"
(You will win match in 5 minutes?")
---
I peeked out-
Tilak standing there, already ready.
---
"Tu itna energetic subah subah kaise hota hai?"
("How do you stay this energetic in this morning??")
I mumbled.
---
"Final hai aaj,"
("Today is Final.')
Tilak shrugged.
"Normal hai."
("It's normal.")
---
I sat up slowly, running a hand through my messy hair.
---
Final.
---
The word settled in his chest.
Heavy.
Real.
---
I stood up, walking toward the balcony.
---
Mumbai stretched in front of me.
Alive.
Loud.
Waiting.
---
But strangely-
My mind wasn't fully on the match.
---
There was... something else.
Something I couldn't name.
---
A faint memory.
A feeling.
---
Like I was about to meet something-
Or someone-
Important.
---
I frowned slightly.
---
"Strange..."
I murmured.
---
"Abey kya hua?"
("What happened bro??")
Tilak asked.
---
"Nothing,"
I shook my head.
"Bas... weird lag raha hai."
("just...feeling weird.")
---
Tilak smirked.
"Pressure hai."
("It's pressured.")
---
"...maybe."
---
But it didn't feel like pressure.
---
It felt like-
A beginning.
---
---
๏ฟผ
||๐ธBisakha's POV
๐ Back to Bose House - Leaving for Stadium
---
"Tickets check kiya sabne?"
("all checked yours tickets?")
Arpita di asked, grabbing her bag.
---
"HAAN,"
("YUP.")
Bisti di said loudly.
---
"Ishita?"
"Hmm."
---
Arpita di turned to Me.
---
"...tum?"
("You?")
---
I held up her phone calmly.
---
"Of course."
---
"Good,"
Arpita di nodded.
---
We walked out together.
---
Sunlight hit My face as I stepped outside.
---
Bright.
Warm.
Alive.
--L-
My heart beat slightly faster.
---
Not fear.
Not anxiety.
---
Something else.
---
Something I didn't want to name.
---
As I got into the car-
I glanced at her phone one last time.
---
Match countdown.
---
And his face again.
---
Abhishek.
---
I stared for a second.
---
Then locked the screen.
---
"...just a match,"
I whispered again.
_____________________
---
(Author says)
But fate-
Had already written more than that.
---
"Before destinies collide... the world always feels normal."
---
โฆ End of Chapter 1.2 โฆ
---
Write a comment ...