Siddharth's POV
Bandana and I went to our Sports lesson. Due to my injury, I didn't play. Bandana was given a new jersey, trousers, shoes, pads and helmet by our Sir. She was excited for the lesson. I sat on a bench and Sir sat next to me. We watched the match. "Kya baat h Siddharth, Bandana se nazar hat hi nhi rhi?" He asked. I smiled. "Sir Bandana khel hi esa rhi h ki usse kisiki bhi nazar na hate. Aap bhi to use hi dekhe jaa rahe ho" I replied. He chuckled. "Meri billi mujhe hi miaow!?" He said. He's the best teacher we ever had. He always talks to us like our buddy, not a like a teacher. "Miaow karna bhi aapne sikhaya tha Sir" I said. He laughed on my comment. "Topic change mat kar! Asli baat bta!" He said with a teasing smile. "Sir aapse kiya chupa h? Hamari team k har player ki history geography to pata h aapko" I said. He nodded. We looked at the field again. Bandana was arguing with a player. Sir went to her. He said something to them and came back. I asked what happened. "Kitna larti h yeh larki? Bandana ne bowling ki to dusra player keh raha tha not out h aur Bandana ka kehna tha k 'lbw' se out h...kese sambhalte ho tum ise?" Sir asked. I chuckled. The game was over. Sir went to the guys and Bandana came to me. "Kesa tha?" She asked. "Boht accha tha lady Virat" I said. She smiled. Sir called her and said to go in the changing room. As Bandana turned to listen to Sir, I looked at her jersey: 'Bandana 18 GCC' was written on it. She got changed. I saw Sumedh's missed calls on my mobile.