(A/N: Hello, this a cricket novel. Only cricket lovers can understand this. I am writing on the behalf of soone who wanted to empty this idea of his and wanted to write as I'm available and his only option, doing it for free tho 😉
I hope you all give it a go and tell your thoughts in comnts ✌️)
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After the 2023 World Cup final loss, 27-year-old Rocky was beyond frustrated.
"This Trash team!"
"They can't even play a decent ga. They're just ssing with our ntal health," Rocky cursed, hurling his beer bottle away as he watched the Australians lift the trophy.
His eyes then drifted to the posters on his wall: Ricky Ponting and Virat Kohli.
Since childhood, Rocky had always been different.
His talent was average, but unlike the masses who adored the calm of Sachin Tendulkar or MS Dhoni, he was drawn to the aggression of Ricky Ponting and Virat Kohli—to their "tit-for-tat" doctrine, their aggressiveness.
Unfortunately, talent alone wasn't enough to bridge the gap.
Fast forward to the present, he's a software engineer, still single, and a hardcore cricket fanatic.
Like any true lover of the ga, he would always carve out ti from his schedule to watch a match.
In India, cricket isn't just a sport, it's a religion.
You'll see eight out of ten children heading out to play, bats in hand, chasing the sa dream Rocky once had.
Looking at the posters, his eyes slowly drifted shut, weighed down by the heavy haze of the alcohol. He slumped over his desk and fell into a deep sleep, his voice trailing off into a broken mumble...
"It's s...o.. un...fa—"
The world went dark as he blacked out.
.....
Rocky's consciousness snapped back into reality, but the floor wasn't his desk—it was lush, green grass.
Before he could even breathe, a cold, chanical voice resonated inside his head
[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully transmigrated to the year 2013.]
[Initiating Beginner's Gift Pack: The Destiny Bind.]
"Wait, what? 2013?" Rocky stamred, his head spinning.
[Warning: You have 10 seconds to physically touch and bind your destiny to a Legend. If the tir expires, the system will self-destruct.]
[10... 9... 8...7... 6...]
The panic hit him like a freight train. He looked up and saw the Mumbai Indians squad finishing a warm-up lap.
Blue jerseys were everywhere.
He saw a stocky figure standing a few feet away.
'Is that Rayudu? Or maybe Tare?'
"I don't care! Just give soone!"
Rocky scread internally, his thoughts were in disarray.
He lunged forward, his hand outstretched toward the player's shoulder.
Just as his fingers were an inch away, the player—who was indeed Ambati Rayudu—suddenly bent down to adjust his shoelaces.
'Damn!'
Rocky's hand missed the air, his montum carrying him forward.
He stumbled, his palm slamming hard against the back of a man walking right past Rayudu.
[00:01... 00:00]
[Target Locked. Binding to Legend...]
Rocky shut his eyes, cursing his luck.
"I missed him. I probably just bound myself to a water boy or a net bowler. I'm dead."
[Ding! Binding Complete.]
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