The Road Ahead

Aarav could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he walked off the field. His teammates clapped him on the back, their voices a mixture of relief and excitement. They had done the impossible—defended a low total against a strong batting lineup.

He glanced up at the selectors' stand, but their faces remained unreadable. Had he done enough to impress them? He knew one thing for sure—this was only the beginning.

The Aftermath

In the dressing room, the atmosphere was electric. Ravi was still reliving his yorker, Manish was grinning at his crucial final over, and Rishi sat beside Aarav, nudging him with his elbow.

"You just had to be the hero, didn't you?" Rishi teased.

Aarav chuckled. "Team effort, remember?"

Their coach entered the room, clapping his hands. "Well done, boys. That's how you fight till the last ball. But don't get comfortable. This was just one game. The real test begins now."

A hush fell over the team. Everyone knew what he meant. The selectors were watching. There would be cuts. Some players wouldn't make it to the next round.

The tournament wasn't just about winning—it was about surviving.

Selectors' Decision

Outside, in a separate room, the selectors continued their discussion. The head selector, a stern man with silver hair, tapped his pen against the table.

"Aarav was impressive," he admitted. "But is he the kind of player we need?"

A younger selector leaned forward. "He reads the game well. He's not the best batsman, not the best bowler—but he knows when to step up."

"He reminds me of a young Dhawan," another added. "Not the most hyped, but he delivers when it matters."

The head selector nodded. "Fine. He moves to the next round."

The final list was prepared. Out of 100 players, only 40 would advance.

The Announcement

The next morning, the players gathered around the scoreboard, eyes scanning frantically for their names. Aarav took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He found it.

Aarav Sharma – SELECTED

Rishi grabbed his shoulder. "We did it, man!"

Aarav smiled, relief washing over him. But then he noticed something. Some names were missing.

Ravi wasn't on the list.

Aarav turned to find his teammate staring at the board, jaw clenched.

"Ravi…" Aarav started.

Ravi shook his head, forcing a smile. "It's okay. Guess I wasn't good enough."

Manish, who had barely made it, placed a hand on Ravi's shoulder. "You deserved it, man."

Ravi exhaled sharply. "Doesn't matter now, does it?"

Aarav knew there was nothing he could say to make it better. All he could do was move forward—for both of them.

Next Stage: The Training Camp

With the selections done, the next phase of trials was set to begin—an intense training camp where the remaining 40 players would compete for just 20 spots in the final national selection pool.

Aarav arrived at the training ground, his bag slung over his shoulder. The facility was unlike anything he had ever seen. Lush green pitches, professional coaches, and even video analysts monitoring every move.

"Welcome to the real deal," Rishi muttered beside him.

The first day was brutal. Fitness drills that pushed their bodies to the limit, net sessions with seasoned bowlers, and intense fielding exercises. Every mistake was noted. Every weakness exposed.

Aarav found himself paired against a top-ranked bowler, a tall, intimidating player named Arjun Nair. His deliveries were fast, sharp, and relentless.

Aarav faced the first ball. A bouncer. He barely managed to sway out of the way.

The second ball—fuller, swinging late. Aarav played cautiously, nudging it for a single.

"Too slow," the coach barked. "No room for hesitation here."

Aarav gritted his teeth. He had to adapt—fast.

The Rivalry Begins

As the camp continued, one name kept coming up—Dev Mehta.

Dev was a rising star, an aggressive batsman who had already played for the junior national team. His confidence was unshakable, his skills undeniable.

Aarav and Dev were soon compared at every turn. One was a natural talent, the other a relentless worker. It was clear they would have to face off sooner or later.

Their first direct encounter came during a practice match.

Aarav was bowling. Dev stood at the crease, twirling his bat, smirking slightly.

Aarav ran in and bowled a slower one. Dev read it instantly and sent it soaring over the boundary.

"Nice try," Dev called out.

Aarav refused to react. He simply walked back to his mark.

He bowled again—this time, a quicker, tighter delivery aimed at the stumps.

Dev played across the line, missed, and the ball crashed into the wickets.

For a moment, there was silence. Then the field erupted.

Aarav held his ground as Dev walked past him. "Not bad," Dev admitted. "But let's see if you can do that when it matters."

Aarav simply nodded. He didn't need to say anything.

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Aarav's breath was still heavy, but his mind was sharp. The victory had been a statement, but he knew it wasn't the final word. The selectors were watching, and so were the competitors—both teammates and opponents.

As he walked back to the dugout, he caught the eye of the batsman he had gotten out stumped. The boy, named Nihal, scowled but gave a grudging nod. "You got me this time," he admitted, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But next time, I won't fall for the same trick."

Aarav smirked. "Then I'll have to come up with a new one."

Nearby, rishi and Manish were in a deep discussion. Rishi, still hyped from the win, clapped Aarav on the back. "Didn't think you had it in you to bowl at the death."

Manish, more analytical, rubbed his chin. "You don't bowl regularly, but you read the batsmen well. That's rare."

Aarav appreciated the praise but stayed humble. "It was a gamble. If the batsman had connected, I would've been the villain."

Just then, the opposing team's captain, a tall, muscular boy named Yash, walked up. Unlike Nihal, his expression was unreadable. "You played well," he admitted. "But one win doesn't mean much. This was just the start."

Aarav nodded, meeting his gaze. "I know."

Yash studied him for a moment before giving a short nod and walking away.

Aarav exhaled. The message was clear.

There were many more battles to come.

The selectors weren't just looking for talent—they were searching for the strongest mentality.

Aarav had won today. But tomorrow?

That was another challenge entirely.

The battle was just beginning.