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And which is your favorite Virushka moment on the field.?

Mine is the odi world Cup semi-final , what's yours?

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Third-person-pov

**After Two Days**

At London’s classical dance club, the audience erupted in applause as the  performance ended. The anchor stepped up to the microphone, his voice warm and enthusiastic. “Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the dance. Now, for our final performance, we have the honour of witnessing a Bharatanatyam dancer who started at the mere age of four and hasn’t stopped since. She’s performed worldwide and excels in all forms of dance. This is her last performance of the England tour. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Indian dancing sensation, Anushka Rajveer Rai!” The crowd clapped eagerly.

Under the soft glow of the stage lights, Anushka took the floor with effortless grace, her smile radiant and eyes twinkling with passion. Dressed in her Bharatanatyam costume, she began to dance. Each movement told a story of elegance and artistry, captivating everyone in the room. As she completed her performance and bowed, the audience’s applause was thunderous. After changing into comfortable clothes, she headed towards the stairs when her friend Niva caught up with her.

“So, Ms. Anushka, when’s your next dancing tour? Which country?” Niva asked.

“To be honest, Niva, I need to go home. It’s been ten months since I’ve been back, and I miss home food and my dance academy.” Anushka replied while climbing down the steps.

“How’s Dino? I didn’t saw him in a while.” Niva inquired.

“We broke up a few months back. We weren’t compatible.” Anushka said as they reached the exit door. Just then, someone screamed her name. Anushka turned and saw an Indian middle-aged woman approaching her.

“Congrats, deal with her. I can’t stand them.” Niva said, quickly walking away.

“Niv… wait…” Anushka called out, but Niva had already disappeared. The woman reached Anushka, smiling broadly.

“Hi Anushka, you danced beautifully.”

“Thank you.” Anushka replied politely.

“I’m Nirmala, your mom’s kitty friend.” the woman said, beaming.

“Step-mother,” Anushka corrected.

“Anyway, I heard from her that you’re single. Why don’t you meet my son Akshay? He’s well-educated…” Nirmala continued, talking non-stop and barely giving Anushka a chance to speak.

“Aunty, listen…” Anushka tried to interrupt, but Nirmala was too busy praising her son. Frustrated, Anushka raised her voice slightly. “Aunty.” Anushka took a deep breath “I have a boyfriend. I’ve been dating him for the last three months, so please leave.” She lied and forced a sarcastic smile and walked away, heading to her car and driving to her apartment.

As she entered her apartment, her phone buzzed with a message. Smiling, she read the text from her brother.

**From:**
Jeevan Bro 
*Hi, sis. I’ve reached England. Let’s meet at London Café for lunch tomorrow. See you there.*

She is smiling looking at mobile, when she entered her apartment but accidentally slipped and fell on the floor.
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Meanwhile, Jeevan is navigating the congested streets, puzzled by the address Virat had sent him. Suddenly, he heard loud noises coming from a nearby den. He entered to find the place filled with smoke and a boxing ring in the middle.

“Vi… Virat! Virat!” The crown erupted  the din was overwhelming. In the smoky haze and harsh spotlight, Virat was in the ring, blood trickling from a cut above his eye and a swollen cheek. Despite his injuries, he stood tall, challenging his opponent.

“What the fuck.?” Jeevan watched in shock as Virat landed a decisive blow, and his opponent fell. Virat won the match. Afterward, Virat was near the ring, posing for photos. Jeevan approached with a stern expression.

“Hi, how are you?” Virat greeted, ignoring his pain.

“Virat, what the hell are you doing? This isn’t the life you’re supposed to be living!” Jeevan said, pulling Virat away.

“I’m doing what I have to do. I need the money. What’s the big deal?” Virat replied, still catching his breath.

“The big deal is you’re fighting in illegal matches. Your parents sent you here for a purpose, not to get yourself hurt!” Jeevan expressed his frustration.

“And what? You think I’m just going to work in a restaurant? I’m the son of a millionaire. This is what I’m good at, and I’m doing it.” Virat insisted.

“This stubbornness will lead you nowhere. “ Jeevan said pointing fingers at him.

An organizer approached them, holding a wad of cash. “Hey, great fight! Don’t forget about your prize money!”

“Transfer it to him. Also, Mr. Organizer, I’m a lawyer. Do you have a license to conduct this match?” Jeevan asked, causing the organizer to look nervous and leave quickly.

“You scared him off, so I won’t get my money.” Virat said.

“Forget the money, Virat. We’re going to the hospital. Look at you—half of your face is covered in blood,” Jeevan said, touching Virat’s face gently.

“Ah…” Virat winced in pain.

“Sorry, does it hurt?” Jeevan asked.

Virat shook his head. “Not more than the wound from years ago when she left me.”

“Not again, Vi. She left you on a hospital bed, when you needed her the most. You’re thirty now. Your parents and brothers need you. You still have a lot of life ahead. It’s not fair to keep thinking about her. Let’s get you to the hospital.” Jeevan said, frustrated.

“Fine, don’t cry. But let me get the money first. It’s my reward for fighting,” Virat agreed.

“Alright, but make it quick. We have a lot to do.” Jeevan said.

A few hours later at the hospital, the doctor examined Virat and applied a bandage to his wound, prescribing some medicine.

“The wound isn’t deep. It should heal in a few days. The swelling will take two to three days to subside. He needs to rest for a couple of hours before going home,” the doctor said.

“Two to three days. God.” Jeevan sighed, sitting in a chair.

Virat, lying on the bed, started laughing. “Bro, you look more in pain than I do.”

“Stop laughing, rascal.” Jeevan said, sitting beside him. “Tomorrow, you’ll talk with your family on a video call. I don’t know how to do that, so here’s your phone back.”

“Thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out,” Virat said, opening his phone.

“Boss, I will do that myself, please don’t take stress.” Jeevan assures

“Fine , I miss Rahul and Shub. They need gifts, right?” Rahul questions

“They do, how do you know that.?” Jeevan questions back.

“I know my brother’s very well and please recharge my phone. I don’t have any currency.” Virat added.

“Sure.” Jeevan nodded.

“When are we going back to India?” Virat asked.

“We’re going separately. I’ll head back first, and you’ll come to Mumbai in two days later me.” Jeevan explained.

“So, you and Dad planned everything. What do I need to do.?” Virat asked.

“You’ll find out when the time comes. For now, rest. We have a lot to do.” Jeevan said.

“Fine.” Virat said, closing his eyes.

Jeevan sat in the chair, thinking, “You have no idea, Virat, but your life is about to change completely in a few days.”

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