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2031, World Cup Semi Final at lords IND vs Eng India need 2 runs with 1 ball and 1 wicket remaining. Jofra Archer with the final ball, Here we go. The skinny man has not been in the good form this tournament. There it is, they’ll go…this’ll be out, surely!! OHH HE’S OUT, HE’S GOING TO BE RUN OUT, OH THAT’S IT, INDIA ARE OUT, NITISH DIDN’T RUN, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT, ENGLAND GO INTO THE WORLD CUP FINAL, RIDICULOUS RUNNING WITH TWO BALLS TO GO, Nitish DIDN’T GO, Dhoni COME. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT A PROFESSIONAL CRICKETER OR ANY ATHLETE DO. Maybe it's really time for Nitish the 40 year old to retire. Nitish was brutally trolled by media and was abused in the comment sections of his media pages. The man who was hailed as a hero with the victory in South Africa T20 World Cup now being hated to the core. His wife left him, his son despised him " I hope you're dead" these were the final words his wife spoke before handing over the divorce papers. Everything is lost in a match , the only people who supported Nitish were his teammates everyone knows he had given his best given his age but he was the one that cost them a World Cup. What is it that I've done wrong, top scorer in the world cup with 2 centuries at the age 40 and he's the oldest debutant he debuted to Indian team at 37 years. If only I've found my talent in my youth days, saying so he slept on the bed. When he woke up he was 13 years old and was granted a system. With this system there's no looking back for Nitish on his journey to becoming the epitome of success in cricket. You can support me via donations https://bmc.link/astautsugi Thank you and this is entirely optional!! As this book is fan-fic it doesn't get contracted in webnovel.

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Chapter 202

In the hushed corridors of the high court, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation as the high-profile trial of Nitish Reddy reached its zenith. The courtroom was packed, the air crackling with the collective tension of spectators and media personnel eager to witness the unfolding drama. At the center of this spectacle was Nitish Reddy, a cricketing icon whose illustrious career was abruptly halted by grave accusations that had captured the nation's attention.

The defense was led by Rohith, a young and relatively inexperienced lawyer whose belief in Nitish's innocence had compelled him to take on this daunting case. Despite his lack of experience in such high-stakes trials, Rohith had prepared meticulously, convinced that the facts, when presented clearly and logically, would speak louder than the emotionally charged accusations levied against his client.

As the final proceedings began, Rohith rose to address the court. His voice, steady and clear, carried through the room as he began to dismantle the narrative crafted by the prosecution. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he began, "we are here not just to deliberate on the facts of a single evening but to seek the truth amid a maelanstorm of media speculation and public emotion."

He continued, presenting the crux of his defense: the timeline of events on the night in question. "The prosecution has constructed a story based on conjecture and emotional appeal. They have portrayed my client as a man who, driven by impulse, committed an egregious act within the brief window of five minutes."

Turning to the evidence that he believed would exonerate Nitish, Rohith directed the court's attention to the CCTV footage obtained from Ayesha's apartment complex. The video, displayed on a screen for all to see, clearly showed Nitish entering the building and leaving shortly after, the timestamps indisputably confirming that his stay lasted no more than five minutes.

"This footage," Rohith pointed out, "is incontrovertible proof of the timeline we assert. Five minutes, ladies and gentlemen. Is it reasonable to believe that an individual, fully aware of the consequences and the presence of security cameras, would choose to commit such an act in this ludicrously short amount of time?"

The courtroom fell silent as the weight of Rohith's argument settled in the minds of the jurors and spectators. For a moment, doubt seemed to flicker on the faces of those who had come to see Nitish condemned.

However, the prosecutor was quick to counter this narrative, tapping into the emotional reservoir that had initially swayed public opinion. "Consider the victim," the prosecutor implored the jury, his voice laden with emotion. "Ayesha, a young woman alone in her home, was rendered helpless and unconscious. The defendant fled not out of innocence, but guilt and the realization of the gravity of his actions."

The emotional pitch resonated, rekindling the fires of outrage among those present. Murmurs filled the room as the prosecutor continued to paint Nitish as a predator who exploited his social and financial stature to escape accountability.

The climax of the trial came when Ayesha took the stand. Tearful and visibly shaken, she delivered a potent testimony that painted Nitish as not just an aggressor but also a manipulator of evidence. "He's rich and powerful," she sobbed. "He thinks he can manipulate anything, even surveillance footage!"

The court erupted in whispers and gasps as Ayesha's words sank in, her allegations of evidence tampering adding a new layer of intrigue and condemnation.

As Rohith attempted to reassert the defense's position, the mood in the courtroom had shifted palpably. The seeds of doubt he had planted were quickly overshadowed by the emotional testimony of the alleged victim.

When the judge, a seasoned jurist, finally delivered her verdict, it was with a gravity that acknowledged the complexities of the case. "Given the evidence presented and considering the serious allegations," she declared, "I find Nitish Reddy guilty as charged." The sentence was severe: 20 years without the possibility of bail, reflecting the judge's perception of the case's severity and the public demand for justice.

As Nitish was led away, the courtroom broke into chaotic shouts. Some cried for even harsher punishment, their cries of "Death sentence!" echoing ominously in the chamber.

Outside, the world was quick to react. Nitish's journey from the courtroom to the police van was marred by hostility. Eggs were thrown, and insults hurled as he made his way through the crowd, a palpable symbol of fallen heroism. At his home, the scene was no less tumultuous. Crowds gathered, some in protest, others in support, leading to clashes that required police intervention. Amidst this, his father was struck by a stone while defending his son's character, a stark testament to the high emotions swirling around the case.

The verdict and the manner of its reception painted a somber picture not just of one man's fall from grace but of a judicial process swayed by public sentiment and media influence. In the end, Nitish Reddy, once celebrated across cricket pitches, found himself ensnared in a legal and ethical quagmire that questioned not just his actions but the integrity of the system that judged him.