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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 163

In the midst of the pulsating cricketing action at the Chinnaswamy Stadium, a story was quietly unfolding, hidden from the spotlight that bathed the players in the middle. It was a story that revolved around two individuals - Nitish Reddy, the young bowling sensation for Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB), and Jahnavi, an aspiring cricketer who had just returned from her trials.

Jahnavi, a cricket enthusiast with dreams of representing her country one day, had recently attended a grueling set of trials. She had arrived at the Chinnaswamy Stadium, unsure of what to expect, carrying the weight of her aspirations on her shoulders.

As she entered the stadium and settled into her seat, she couldn't help but get caught up in the electrifying atmosphere. The roars of the crowd, the brilliance of the cricket on display, and the sea of red and gold jerseys filled her with a sense of belonging.

Unbeknownst to Jahnavi, her presence at the stadium held a special significance for Nitish Reddy. They had crossed paths before, not in the frenzy of a stadium but on the familiar turf of a cricket academy.

Nitish, with his remarkable skills and outstanding performances, had earned himself a place in the hearts of RCB fans and the admiration of cricket lovers across the country. But there was something different about Jahnavi; she wasn't just another fan. Nitish had noticed her passion for the sport and her dedication at the academy.

The match was underway, and Nitish was once again living up to his reputation as a young bowler with immense potential. He was delivering a masterclass in death bowling, using his variations, swinging yorkers, and nerve to thwart CSK's formidable batting lineup.

As Jahnavi watched Nitish weave his magic on the field, she couldn't help but marvel at his composure under pressure. She had heard stories of how he was known for his rather awkward conversation starters and his unique way of speaking. It was said that he had a knack for making even the most serious discussions light-hearted with his quirky humor. Jahnavi couldn't help but smile at the thought of Nitish's peculiar yet endearing personality.

During the toss, as Virat Kohli and MS Dhoni, the captains of RCB and CSK respectively, engaged in the customary banter, there was a moment that Jahnavi would remember for a long time. When asked about the most valuable player in his team, Virat, with a glint of pride in his eyes, mentioned Nitish's name. He declared that Nitish was the unsung hero, the one who had been quietly making an impact and contributing significantly to the team's success. His praise was heartfelt and genuine.

Dhoni, known for his meticulous preparation and deep knowledge of the game, chimed in. He acknowledged that he had studied Nitish's bowling closely and had the utmost respect for the young talent. Jahnavi, sitting in the stands, felt a surge of pride, not just for Nitish but for all the young cricketers who toiled in obscurity, driven by their passion for the sport.

What intrigued Jahnavi most about Nitish was not just his cricketing prowess but his persona off the field. She had heard stories of how he was known for his rather awkward conversation starters and his unique way of speaking. It was said that he had a knack for making even the most serious discussions light-hearted with his quirky humor. Jahnavi couldn't help but smile at the thought of Nitish's peculiar yet endearing personality.

The match was reaching its climax, and Nitish was entrusted with the crucial final over. As he ran in to bowl, the stadium was filled with tension. CSK needed 32 runs to win, and every ball was vital.

Nitish, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, delivered a maiden over, a feat almost unheard of in the pressure-cooker environment of T20 cricket. He executed wide yorkers with precision, and CSK's batsmen found themselves unable to get the ball away. Jahnavi, along with the rest of the spectators, was in awe of his skills and temperament.

With the stadium erupting in celebration, Jahnavi decided to leave before the crowd could disperse. As she boarded a bus back home, her thoughts lingered on the match and on Nitish's incredible performance. She realized that she had never followed him on Instagram, and this seemed like the perfect time to rectify that.

Opening the app, she searched for Nitish's profile and hit the 'Follow' button. She also decided to send him a message, acknowledging his exceptional performance. She typed, "That was an incredible display of cricketing skill! Well done, Nitish. See you in the finals!" With a satisfied smile, she put her phone back into her bag, looking forward to what the future had in store.

Back at the Chinnaswamy Stadium, Nitish had just been awarded the 'Man of the Match.' As he received the trophy and posed for the cameras, his focus was elsewhere. He noticed a notification on his phone, indicating a new follower and a message.

Curious, he checked the message, and a wide grin spread across his face. It was from Jahnavi, someone he had known from the academy but had lost touch with. Her message congratulated him on his performance and expressed a keenness to see him in the finals. It was a delightful surprise.

Nitish's elation at receiving this message was evident. He couldn't contain his excitement and ran straight to his captain, Virat Kohli. With the trophy in one hand and the phone displaying Jahnavi's message in the other, he showed it to Virat.

Virat, the leader of the team, was happy for his young teammate. He patted Nitish on the back and appreciated the impact he had made, not just on the field but also in connecting with fans and admirers of the game.

As Nitish posed with the 'Man of the Match' trophy, the Chinnaswamy Stadium echoed with applause. But for him, the real victory of the day had been reconnecting with a fellow cricket lover, Jahnavi, who had recognized his talent and acknowledged his contribution to the sport they both cherished.

The IPL had once again proven that it was not just about cricketing skills but also about the stories that unfolded off the field. Nitish Reddy, the young bowler with the heart of a lion, and Jahnavi, the aspiring cricketer, had crossed paths once again, and their journey promised to be as exciting as the cricketing action on the field.

As the stadium lights dimmed and the crowd slowly dispersed, the echoes of the match and the camaraderie between fans and players lingered in the night air. Cricket had once again united people from different walks of life, and in the heart of Bengaluru, a friendship rekindled, forged in the spirit of the sport they both loved.