"All the best."

Shyra hugged me before I went down to the ground.

"Thanks." I kissed her temple.

*

"And into the crowd goes the ball!" The commentator spoke.

"KL in the form today." He added.

The next ball was wide.

I could see the tension in the air.

We needed 36 runs off 10 balls.

The next ball was bowled and we took 3 runs.

Virat was on strike now.

"And that's another six!"

Both of us walked to the middle of the pitch.

"27 runs more. We can do this." Virat said.

I nodded and we walked back, Virat taking the strike.

Dot ball.

Virat calmed himself down. He waited for the next ball.

"BOWLED!"

Virat was bowled.

"Sri Lanka still in the game."

He shook his head, and walked off the ground.

Hardik came on to the ground, jogging towards me.

"They told us to take it our way." He informed.

I nodded.

Looking up at the balcony, I saw Shyra speaking to Anushka, who flew down today morning.

The girls were in a deep conversation.

Soon enough, the time was out and the next over started.

I was on strike.

It was a short ball. I tried connecting it to a six, but failed. We managed to take 2 runs.

"25 off 5 balls. Let's see what the Indian lads do."

"And that's a four by Rahul!"

21 off 4.

Rahul, it's achievable. Calm down.

This time, I smashed a six.

"Another fifty for KL Rahul!" The commentator said.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

I saw Shyra clapping, with a smile on her face.

"15 runs needed off 3 balls."

I hit another six.

"And into the crowd once again!"

9 off 2.

The bowler bowled a full toss, and I connected it.

It went flying out of the stadium.

I just stood there, watching it go.

Wow.

"KL Rahul on fire! The ball is out of the stadium. What a massive six that was."

Hardik jogged upto where I was standing.

"That was awesome!" He said.

"3 off 1." I told him.

He nodded.

"You got this." He told me, and jogged back to the non striker's end.

The bowler bowled a yorker this time. I don't know what happened or what I did, the umpire lifted his finger up, signalling I was out.

"Sri Lanka win the match!"

*

Though we lost, I still won the M.O.M. After collecting the award, I walked off the ground, and upstairs to the balcony.

"Rahul! You were amazing!" Anushka hugged me.

"Thank you. Where's Shyra?" I asked her.

"She had to leave early for her video shoot."

I was disappointed. I mean, I knew she had to leave, but at 7. It's just 6:15 now.

She could've stayed a bit longer.

More than disappointed, I was hurt.

I walked into the dressing room. My teammates congratulated me for the award.

I took a shower and changed into a pair of sweats, and a jersey.

Checking my phone, I saw 5 missed calls from Shyra and a text message.

I called her back, but she didn't pick. I then read the message.

Also, what's up with the match result?

Wow.

Was she even there for the entire match? When did she even leave? And by early, how early did she leave?

This is really pissing. I clearly mentioned it to her that I wanted her to stay for the entire fucking match.

Couldn't she spare a few minutes more?

I was very annoyed,pissed and hurt, and it showed clearly on my face.

Hardik came upto me and asked what the matter was.

Okay, so Hardik and I are really close. There's not even one thing we hide from each other.

I told him exactly what was running in my mind.

"Bro, chill. Maybe it was really important and that's the reason why she left." He tried defending her.

"Let's just go this ZAZA Bar street. I need to talk to her." I told him.

*

There was a huge crowd gathered.

Security tried keeping people atleast ten metres away from the shooting area.

Samantha saw me and waved. She got us through.

"What's up? How was the match?" She asked.

"Lost by 3 runs." Hardik told her.

"Which scene is being shot?" I asked Samantha.

"Oh this is the last scene. We tried rushing today. Can't keep the street busy for a long period of time now, can we? Last day, last shot." She smiled.

People in the production, stood on ladders and some on top of a few buildings, pouring water down on to Shyra and some guy, making it look like it's raining.

"Action."

Shyra looked at the guy, and kept her palm on his face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb.

She then leaned in and kissed him.

WHAT!

They kissed for five to six seconds before the directed screamed cut.

What just happened?

She kissed some random guy, because the director asked her to? Because her fucking video needs that?

I was angry. I was fucking angry.

Hardik held my arm. He knew I was angry.

"Congratulations everyone. We're done with the shooting." The guy sitting on the director's chair, said.

Shyra saw me standing with Samantha. Her face lit up seeing me.

She ran towards me.

Before she could hug me, I backed off.

"Just don't." I spat, walking away from there.

*

"Why did you walk away like that?" Shyra asked, entering my room.

"Shyra, just go. Trust me, I don't want to see your face." I told her, rashly.

"What did I even do?" She shouted.

"Oh what did you do? I clearly told you I want you to be there for the entire match, but you left early for that fucking music video of yours. You don't even know that we lost the match. You don't even know that I won the Man of the Match. Because you were so busy kissing some random stranger." I shouted.

"Rahul, they needed me there. It was for my music video. I couldn't keep them hanging. I left after you completed your fifty, 'cuz I had to. I had no other choice. And about the kiss, I called you five fucking times to inform you about that. Stop making it sound like I cheated on you." She said.

"You could've atleast texted me about that. You texted where you're going and why, but you couldn't text about the kiss?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't." She shouted.

"Wow. You have the fucking audacity to shout at me, even after you know you're the one at fault here." I said.

"I came there to talk to you, not see you kiss some other guy." I shouted.

"Rahul, for fuck's sake, stop making it sound like I fucking cheated on you. It was just a kiss for my music video. And I'm not at fault, okay!" She shouted back.

"Oh, so if I go around kissing random girls, are you fine with it?" I asked her.

She didn't answer.

"Answer me, Shyra." I shouted, holding her arms.

"Rahul, it was for my music video." She answered.

"Yeah right. Who knows? I wonder how many guys you kissed back in California in the name of music video." I spat.

"Shut up, Rahul." She shouted.

I pulled her closer.

"Why? Did my words hurt you? But most certainly, your actions did hurt me." I said, through gritted teeth.

"Rahul, you're hurting me. Leave me." She said.

I pushed her back.

"Listen. I haven't cheated on you. Stop blaming me for something I haven't done." She told me.

"You know, after we lost the match, I was really upset. I thought I'd meet you and lighten up my mood. But you were fucking busy kissing some guy in the name of music video." I shouted.

"Do you really think that?" She asked.

There were tears in her eyes.

"Well, I do." I shouted again.

"And you know what?" I started.

I took off the ring from my finger and threw it at her.

"To do hell with this fucking relationship." I told her.

She picked up the ring from the floor, tears falling from her eyes.

"Rahul." She cried, trying to reach for my hands.

"Just shut up." I shouted, moving back.

I was really angry.

"You're free now. Kiss as many guys you want. Do whatever the fuck you want." I said.

"We're over, Shyra."

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