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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 43: RCB Camp

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Host : Nitish

Strength: 10

Agility:12

Mental Strength: 10

Health Points(HP): 100

Level:25

Exp:12/2000

Skills : Calm mind, Toe Crusher(Level 0)

Titles : Regressor

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Day after day, I devoted myself to rigorous practice sessions, determined to hone my skills and level up as a cricketer. Every moment on the field was fueled by the desire to overcome my limitations and seize the opportunities that lay ahead. However, in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake off the worry of my uncle's disapproval and the potential consequences of pursuing my dreams.

With each practice, I pushed myself harder, focusing on perfecting my bowling technique. RCB's weakness in the death overs haunted me, and I aimed to become the player who could fill that void. The competition between RCB and Punjab for a young talent like me left me questioning the decisions of the management, but my ultimate goal was clear—I wanted to step onto the field and contribute to the team's success, rather than warming the bench in the dugout.

As I pondered these thoughts, my father suddenly rushed in and thrust the phone into my hand. Without any knowledge of who was on the other end, I hesitated to speak. It was a recurring quirk of my father's that always brought a smile to my face.

To my surprise, it was the mentor of RCB on the call. He invited me to Bengaluru to prepare for the upcoming IPL. My parents expressed hesitation due to financial constraints, but the management kindly took care of the arrangements, booking the tickets and offering to cover my expenses during my stay in Bengaluru. Their support and belief in my potential gave my parents the courage to let me pursue this opportunity.

Filled with excitement, I embarked on the journey back to Bengaluru, the city I had grown to love. Its peaceful ambiance, in contrast to the bustling chaos of other cities, was a welcome change. Memories of my previous stints with the franchise flooded my mind, and I felt a sense of belonging and purpose.

Arriving at the hotel, exhaustion took over, and I fell into a deep sleep, dreams of my future plans swirling in my mind. The journey ahead would not be easy, but I was determined to make the most of this opportunity. The challenges and obstacles I would face were nothing compared to the burning passion within me.

In those moments of rest, I found solace and strength. The next chapter of my cricketing journey awaited, and I was ready to embrace it with open arms. The city of Bengaluru, with its rich cricketing heritage and supportive fans, would be the backdrop for my growth and transformation as a player. With each passing day, I would strive to become the cricketer I aspired to be, overcoming obstacles, honing my skills, and making my mark on the field.

The future was uncertain, but my determination was unwavering. As I drifted into sleep, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the adventures that awaited me in the cricketing capital of India.