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Sunday morning...
Unlike ordinary weekends filled with lazy sleep and cartoons…
Today carried tension. Excitent. Competition.
And for one particular school district…
Pure cricket fever.
At the large cricket ground of Chettinad Vidyashram, students, parents, teachers, and invited guests slowly filled the audience stands.
Today's inter-school district match was against:
St. Bede's Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School
A school infamous for producing aggressive young cricketers.
The atmosphere already buzzed loudly even before the toss.
anwhile near the player's area—Three figures casually walked toward the team.
Karuppu. Darshan. And lastly Mahendran.
The mont the coach spotted them, he nearly looked ready to cry from relief.
"At last... finally…"
Even the team captain sighed heavily.
-Sigh!
Especially after seeing Karuppu arrive.
Because despite being only twelve…
Karuppu was the backbone of the team.
Their strike bowler fast bowler.
Their chaos bringer who likes to sledge opponents.
And sohow…
Also their best finisher during death overs.
Nobody knew how.
The boy simply refused to panic under pressure.
anwhile Karuppu casually chewed gum while carrying his bat over his shoulder.
The coach imdiately approached.
"You're late."
Karuppu checked the ti dramatically.
"Technically not late."
"You're five minutes away from being disqualified!"
"Which ans still not late."
The coach closed his eyes painfully. Thinking this kid as a mouth of a dog.
"...."
Darshan and Mahendran wisely walked away pretending they were unrelated to him.
Soon—The toss began.
The captains walked toward the center while cheers erupted from both schools.
And anwhile inside the audience…
Several notable guests had arrived to watch their children play.
Businessn. Actors. Politicians. Industrialists.
Teachers trying to act important.
Typical Chennai elite gathering.
At one quieter corner of the stands sat two young girls chatting excitedly.
One of them was a cheerful little girl with bright eyes and endless energy.
Akshara Haasan.
Beside her sat her classmate.
Hansika Motwani.
The two girls looked unusually excited.
"Karuppu made the playing eleven!"
Hansika whispered happily.
"I told you he would!"
Akshara grinned proudly as if she was right.
-Grin!
Beside them sat an older teenage girl around five years older than the two.
Shruti Haasan.
Currently observing her younger sister with deep suspicion.
"...."
Because Akshara was behaving entirely too excited over one boy's cricket match.
anwhile beside them sat a man dressed carefully to avoid attention.
Scarf covering half his face.
Coolers hiding his eyes.
Simple clothes to blend into the crowd.
Yet his presence remained impossible to completely hide.
Kamal Haasan.
Dragged here against his will by his youngest daughter.
Internally, Kamal still wondered how his Sunday had transford into attending under-14 cricket matches.
Then again…
Seeing Akshara this happy made it worthwhile.
anwhile on the field—
Karuppu adjusted his gloves casually.
From the audience, Akshara imdiately waved enthusiastically.
"Karu.!!! Here... Here...."
Karuppu noticed instantly.
"...."
And shalessly saluted back like a movie hero entering climax scene.
-Salute
Shruti's eyebrow rose higher.
"...."
'Interesting. Boy...'
Then—Another figure suddenly approached the empty seat beside Kamal.
Kamal turned slightly. And froze seeing who it was.
"...."
Neatly combed hair coated lightly with oil.
Sacred ash across the forehead.
Clean white shirt.
Simple but dignified appearance.
Sivakumar.
The mont Kamal recognized him, the word escaped unconsciously.
"Anna1…"
Sivakumar turned imdiately.
The two actors stared for a second.
Then both smiled warmly.
"Ah… Kamal,"
Sivakumar greeted softly.
Kamal imdiately adjusted his scarf awkwardly.
"So much for disguise."
Sivakumar chuckled lightly but didn't expose him.
-Chuckle!
Instead he simply sat beside him naturally.
"What brings you here?"
Sivakumar pointed toward the field.
"My third son is playing today."
Kamal followed his gaze.
His eyes landed on Karuppu.
And for a mont…
Confusion crossed his face.
Because he vaguely rembered this boy.
Years ago.
A tiny child constantly following him around during a function demanding chocolates shalessly if he don't want him to follow.
Yet the boy currently standing on the field looked entirely different now.
Confident. Sharp-eyed.
Restless energy practically radiating from him.
Even from the stands, one could feel his presence.
anwhile below—
Karuppu rolled his shoulders casually before glancing toward the audience.
Then suddenly froze.
"...."
His eyes locked onto Kamal.
Even with the disguise…
He recognized him instantly.
A huge grin spread across his face.
-Grin!
Kamal's instincts imdiately activated.
'…Why is he smiling like that?'
Sivakumar noticed the grin too. And imdiately sighed.
-Sigh!
Because after twelve years of experience…
That expression only ant one thing.
Karuppu was about to create problems again.
The match began disastrously.
Absolutely disastrously.
Within the first few overs itself, Chettinad Vidyashram looked like a team preparing for funeral rites instead of a cricket match.
The scoreboard displayed:
35 - 5
Students in the audience held their heads in despair.
The coach looked spiritually exhausted already.
"...."
And worse…
Both Darshan and Mahendran had failed miserably.
Each scoring exactly:
9 runs.
Not even double digits.
The mont the two returned to the pavilion—Karuppu looked at them.
Slowly. Very slowly. A terrifying grin spread across his face.
-Grin!
Darshan instantly looked away.
Mahendran suddenly found the grass extrely interesting.
Because both knew one universal truth:
If Karuppu started speaking now... Their social life would die publicly.
Karuppu casually walked past them while adjusting his gloves.
Then quietly muttered.
"Two legendary batsn."
Darshan covered his face imdiately.
Mahendran whispered desperately.
"Please don't start."
Karuppu continued walking.
"Single digit superstars."
"DIE!"
But Karuppu was already entering the field.
The finisher had arrived.
The crowd clapped politely.
anwhile the opposing team smirked confidently.
-Smirk!
Especially their wicketkeeper.
Throughout the innings he had constantly sledged players nonstop.
Distracting. Mocking.
Destroying concentration of the batsn leading to false shots.
Darshan and Mahendran had fallen victim badly.
But the mont Karuppu entered the crease—The wicketkeeper grinned.
-Grin!
"Another one coming for donation wicket."
Karuppu adjusted his helt calmly.
Then turned toward the audience.
Near the stands, Akshara and Hansika imdiately stood up cheering wildly.
Karuppu casually raised one hand toward them.
The crowd of two girls and students responded loudly.
anwhile from the VIP seats—Kamal raised an eyebrow.
"That fellow seems popular."
Sivakumar folded his arms calmly.
"He likes attention too much."
On the field—The bowler charged in with confidence.
First ball was delivered.
FAST. Short length.
Karuppu moved instantly to backfoot.
CRACK!
The ball flew toward square leg boundary like a missile reaching the boundary.
FOUR.
The audience erupted by the sudden break in run.
Second ball.
Another aggressive delivery aiming for a short ball.
This ti—PULL SHOT in front foot.
SIX.
The sound off the bat echoed across the entire ground.
The wicketkeeper's grin vanished slightly.
-Grin!
Karuppu smiled seeing his reaction.
And then… Massacre began.
Boundaries rained everywhere.
Cover drives.
Pull shots.
Straight lofted hits.
Inside-out sixes.
Every shot looked absurdly clean.
Like soone had lowered the ga difficulty.
The audience slowly transford from nervous to hysterical.
"ADI1 KARUPPUUU!"
"ADI1 DA!"
"SHOT!"
Even teachers stood up screaming.
anwhile the opposition bowlers looked emotionally broken.
Fifty runs.
In fifteen balls.
The entire ground exploded.
Akshara nearly lost her voice screaming.
Hansika jumped excitedly beside her.
Shruti stared blankly at the field.
"...."
"…He's twelve?"
Even Kamal slowly lowered his coolers slightly.
Now fully interested. Then ca the century.
Twenty-five balls.
The scoreboard itself looked fake.
Karuppu raised his bat casually.
No arrogance. No celebration.
Just a tiny grin on his face which shows his confidence.
-Grin!
"...."
anwhile the wicketkeeper tried sledging again desperately.
"You think you're Sachin ah?"
Karuppu looked at him calmly.
"No."
Next ball—SIX straight over the sight screen behind him a switch hit.
"I'm left-handed now."
The audience collapsed laughing.
The innings continued like a cinematic montage.
150 runs in 45 balls.
By now the bowlers had ntally surrendered.
Even the coach stood outside the dugout laughing in disbelief.
Sivakumar stared silently at the field.
"...."
Sowhere beside him, Kamal softly chuckled.
-Chuckle!
"Anna1…"
Sivakumar sighed already knowing what was coming.
-Sigh!
"Your son plays cricket like he's fighting enemies."
Finally—At the 49th over—
Karuppu attempted another massive shot a slog sweep across the stumps.
The ball soared high into the sky.
For a second the crowd believed it was another six.
Then—Caught at the edge of the boundary line.
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The entire stadium stood up instantly.
Thunderous applause erupted everywhere.
-Claps! -Claps!
-Claps!...
Karuppu walked back after scoring:
191 runs in 65 balls.
The scoreboard now displayed:
301 - 7
From complete collapse… To dominance.
Eventually the innings ended at:
310 runs.
As Karuppu returned toward the pavilion, the entire crowd clapped loudly.
He casually raised his bat toward the audience.
The applause only grew louder.
anwhile in the stands—
Akshara scread like a full-ti fan association president.
Hansika joined her imdiately.
Shruti stared at her sister in disbelief.
"You're reacting like he won World Cup."
"He almost did score a double hundred!"
anwhile Kamal simply watched Karuppu quietly.
His sharp eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
That confidence. That awareness of audience.
That flair.
The boy enjoyed attention naturally.
Not forced. Not trained to do so.
Instinctive. A natural talent.
And that… Was dangerous.
The second innings began soon after. After 15 minutes of break.
The opposing team entered under imnse pressure.
And unfortunately for them—Karuppu was the strike bowler.
He marked his run-up casually.
The batsman adjusted nervously.
Then...
-WHOOSH!
The ball curved viciously through the air as Karuppu bowled his first ball.
SWING.
The batsman barely survived it.
Next delivery—Even sharper movent.
The audience gasped by the beauty of the delivery.
Third ball an Inswing yoker which finally hit its target.
OUT.
Clean bowled.
The stumps exploded apart.
Karuppu simply turned calmly while his teammates erupted around him.
His first over ended as:
Maiden Over.
And the destruction continued.
Wickets kept falling.
The opposition collapsed entirely under pressure.
By the end—All out for:
150
Final bowling figures:
5 wickets for 20 runs.
The match officially ended.
Chettinad Vidyashram won comfortably.
And at the center of it all stood one boy.
Bat resting against his kit.
Hair ssy from sweat.
Eyes carrying impossible confidence.
The announcer's voice echoed across the ground:
"Man of the Match…"
A dramatic pause followed.
"...."
Then—
"Karuppan Sivakumar!"
The award ceremony ended beneath loud cheers and nonstop whistles from the students.
Karuppu casually accepted the small "Man of the Match" trophy like a seasoned celebrity already used to public attention.
anwhile behind him—
Darshan complained loudly.
"Life is unfair."
Mahendran nodded emotionally.
"We got out for 9."
Karuppu looked at them with fake sympathy.
"So are born to inspire."
The two imdiately threatened violence.
Laughing, Karuppu escaped before they could catch him and made his way toward the audience stands.
The mont Akshara spotted him approaching—
She stood up excitedly.
"KARUPPU!"
Hansika waved beside her enthusiastically.
Karuppu grinned before casually placing the small trophy into their hands.
-Grin!
"Handle carefully."
Both girls stared at it with sparkling eyes like he had handed over the World Cup itself.
"Aiyo… this is so cool!"
"You hit five boundaries in one over!"
"No,"
Karuppu corrected proudly lifting his chin up.
"Six."
Hansika gasped dramatically.
-Gasp!
"Correct!"
anwhile nearby—Shruti silently observed the boy approaching closer now.
"...."
Sweaty from the match.
ssy hair.
Uniform slightly dirty from diving across the ground.
Yet sohow carrying himself with absurd confidence.
Not shy. Not awkward. Before the girls his age.
Entirely comfortable with attention.
Akshara suddenly rembered sothing.
"Aiyo1, I forgot!"
She imdiately grabbed Shruti's arm.
"This is my akka1, Shruti."
Karuppu looked toward her properly now.
And internally—A realization clicked in his mind.
'Wait… Shruti Haasan. She still hasn't done the nose surgery yet.'
That explained why he hadn't recognized her imdiately earlier.
Compared to the future fragnted mories he possessed, this younger version looked softer and more natural.
Before anyone could speak—Karuppu confidently extended his hand.
"Nice eting you."
Shruti blinked slightly before shaking it.
-Blink!
"And honestly…"
A charming grin appeared on Karuppu's face.
-Grin!
"I didn't expect Akshara to have such a beautiful elder sister."
Dead silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Akshara's mouth fell open.
Hansika stared in pure shock.
Even Shruti froze hearing his sudden complint.
Because the complint ca so naturally.
So directly. Without hesitation.
And sohow…
Without sounding creepy despite the age difference.
Instead it felt absurdly sincere.
Shruti's cheeks slowly turned pink.
-Blush!
"A-Ah…"
She awkwardly brushed hair behind her ear.
"Thank you…"
Akshara imdiately looked betrayed with a pout.
-Pout!
"DEI1!"
Karuppu turned innocently.
"What?"
"You never complint like that!"
Karuppu looked at her seriously.
"You steal my snacks at the breaks."
"That's unrelated!"
Hansika imdiately burst out laughing.
"-Haha!!!"
anwhile from farther behind—
Kamal Haasan had witnessed the entire interaction.
His eyes slowly widened behind the coolers.
"...."
Then he turned toward Sivakumar beside him.
"…Brother."
Sivakumar already looked tired.
"What now?"
"That boy…"
Kamal pointed carefully toward Karuppu.
"He flirts naturally."
Sivakumar closed his eyes painfully.
"You noticed too?"
"He's twelve!"
"I KNOW!"
"Wait!... He is flirting with my daughter!"
anwhile below—Completely unaware of the silent parental crisis happening nearby—
Karuppu casually leaned against the railing while talking confidently with the girls.
The sunlight reflected off the tiny trophy in Akshara's hands.
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