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The equation was simple, yet terrifying. 41 runs. 24 balls. In a normal T20 game, with two set batsmen, this is a walk in the park. But at the MCG, against Pakistan's pace battery, with the ball reversing slightly under lights... every run was a war.
Babar Azam called upon his young superstar, Naseem Shah, to bowl his final over (the 17th of the innings). Naseem had been electric in his first spell, removing KL Rahul. He had 1 over left. He needed to break this partnership.
Over 17: Naseem Shah to Virat Kohli
Ravi Shastri: "Naseem Shah has the ball. 41 needed. This is the over India targets. Or is it the over Pakistan wins it? Kohli on strike. The crowd is deafening."
Ball 1: Naseem ran in. He didn't have the new ball anymore, but he had heart. He bowled a length ball, angling into the pads. Kohli flicked it towards deep mid-wicket. He wanted two immediately, sprinting the first one hard. But the fielder in the deep attacked the ball. Aarav called, "NO!" They settled for a single. 1 Run.
Ball 2: Aarav Pathak on strike. 42 runs off 29 balls. The Vice-Captain knew the math. 10 runs an over were needed. A single wasn't enough here. Naseem tried to cramp him. He bowled a heavy ball, back of a length, targeting the chest. Aarav was expecting it. He cleared his front leg to create space. He didn't pull; he lofted. A tennis-ball forehand smash over mid-off. He met the ball on the rise. The timing was exquisite. The ball soared high into the Melbourne night. It cleared the long-off boundary with ease. SIX!
Ian Bishop: "That is a monster! He hit that on the up against a 145 kmph bowler! Aarav Pathak is playing a gem of an innings here. He moves to 48. That shot just punctured the pressure balloon!"
Ball 3: Naseem was hurt. He walked back, glaring at Aarav. He ran in harder. 147 kmph. He went fuller, outside off. Aarav tried to guide it to third man for a single. But the pace defeated him. The ball skidded through before he could open the face. Beaten. Dot.
Wasim Akram: "Good comeback. That's what you want from your fast bowler. Don't go into a shell. Attack the stumps or beat the bat."
Ball 4: Naseem went for the yorker. He missed it by inches—a low full toss. Aarav drove it hard, but straight to the fielder at mid-off. Babar Azam fielded it cleanly. Aarav wanted the run, but Kohli sent him back. Dot.
Ravi Shastri: "Two dots in a row! That is gold for Pakistan. The pressure is yo-yoing. One ball it's India, the next it's Pakistan. 34 needed off 20 now."
Ball 5: Aarav needed to get off strike. He couldn't afford three dots. Naseem bowled a bouncer. Aarav controlled his instincts. He rolled his wrists and pulled it along the ground to deep square leg. 1 Run.
Ball 6: Kohli on strike for the last ball. Naseem bowled a slower ball—an off-cutter. Kohli picked it. He waited and tapped it to point. They scampered a quick single. 1 Run.
End of Over 17.Runs from Over: 9 (1, 6, 0, 0, 1, 1). Score: India 123/3. Equation: 32 runs needed from 18 balls.
Batsman Stats:
Aarav Pathak:49
Virat Kohli:42
Ian Bishop: "32 off 18. The game is perfectly poised. India has wickets in hand, but the required rate is climbing past 10. Shaheen Afridi has one over left. Haris Rauf has one. Who bowls the 20th? That is the big question for Babar Azam."
Ravi Shastri: "Aarav is one run away from a fifty. But he won't care about that. He wants to be there at the end. These next three overs are going to define the careers of some of these players."
The MCG was shaking. The finish line was in sight, but the path was guarded by Pakistan's best.
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Babar Azam turned to his premier (sofa) strike bowler for the final time. Shaheen Shah Afridi. He had 32 runs to defend in 3 overs. If Shaheen could produce a tight over or a wicket here, the pendulum would swing back to Pakistan. The MCG was a cauldron of noise. 90,000 people screaming every ball.
Ball 1: Shaheen steamed in over the wicket. He looked for the hard length, trying to cramp Kohli for room. He erred slightly on the short side. Virat Kohli was waiting. He swiveled on the back foot. He didn't just pull it; he commanded it. A firm, flat pull shot that split the gap between deep mid-wicket and deep square leg. The placement was surgical. The power was immense. The ball bounced once, teasing the diving fielder, and crashed into the advertising cushions. FOUR.
Ravi Shastri: "Stunning! That is the shot of Kohli's innings so far! Shaheen looked for the hard length, but Kohli was ready. He pulls it firmly and finds the gap to the right of deep midwicket. Nearly cleared the boundary too! That is the start India wanted!"
Ball 2: Shaheen corrected his length immediately. Full and straight, searching for the yorker. Kohli dug it out towards long-on. "Two! Two!" Kohli roared the moment the bat made contact. Aarav responded instantly. They sprinted the first one hard. The fielder fumbled slightly. They turned for the second. Safe. 2 Runs.
Ball 3: Shaheen went round the wicket to cramp the angle. Kohli stepped out, turning it into a low full toss. He drove it to deep cover. A single. 1 Run.
Ball 4: Aarav Pathak on strike. 49 runs. The crowd buzzed. The Vice-Captain was one run away from a fifty in his first World Cup match as a leader. Shaheen bowled a length ball on off stump. Aarav didn't try anything fancy. He tapped it with soft hands to point and called for a quick single. He made his ground easily. 1 Run.
FIFTY FOR AARAV PATHAK!50 off 34 balls.
Aarav held his bat from the very end of the handle a sign of power and control. He raised it high towards the Indian dugout and the roaring crowd. He looked at Kohli. Kohli walked up and bumped fists with him. "Great knock, Pathak. Now lets finish it."
Ian Bishop: "A fifty for the Vice-Captain in a pressure cooker! Cometh the hour, cometh the man! In the last World Cup, batting first against Pakistan, he scored a century (if I remember correctly or a 99). Now, chasing, he stands tall again. He loves the big stage!"
Ball 5: Shaheen wasn't done. He had Kohli on strike. He ran in hard. He bowled a short ball, directed at the body. A heavy ball. Kohli tried to pull but was cramped for room. The ball got big on him. It hit the splice/glove and dropped dead on the pitch. Kohli looked for a run, but Aarav sent him back. Dot.
Wasim Akram: "Brilliant comeback from Shaheen. That's a heavy ball. Cramped him completely. Every dot ball is gold dust now."
Ball 6: Last ball of Shaheen's spell. He nailed the yorker. Tailored in at 145 kmph. Kohli jammed his bat down. Inside edge onto the pads. The ball rolled to the bowler. Dot.
End of Over 18.Score: India 131/3. Runs from Over: 8. Equation: 24 runs needed from 12 balls.
Ravi Shastri: "Shaheen finishes his spell. 8 runs off the 18th over. Pakistan will take that. India needed a bigger over. Now it comes down to this. 24 from 12 balls. Haris Rauf has one over left. Mohammad Nawaz has one over left. Who bowls the 19th? It has to be Rauf."
Ian Bishop: "It's the old equation. 2 runs a ball. In T20 cricket, that favors the batting side. But against Haris Rauf at the MCG? This is going to the wire."
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The equation was set. 24 runs. 12 balls. Usually, in modern T20 cricket, this favors the batting side. But this was the MCG. The boundaries were vast canyons. The bowler was Haris Rauf. And everyone knew the 20th over would be bowled by a spinner (Mohammad Nawaz), which India would target. Rauf's job was simple: Don't get hit. Kill the game here.
Haris Rauf stood at the top of his mark. The crowd noise was a physical wall of sound. Virat Kohli stood at the crease. He was one run away from a half-century. But milestones didn't matter. Survival didn't matter. Only victory mattered.
Ball 1:
Rauf ran in. He didn't bowl a yorker. He backed his hard length the ball that hits the pitch and rises to chest height. It was a slower ball, a back-of-the-hand slower bouncer, but bowled at pace. It finished around bail-high. Usually, a batsman would pull this. Or cut it. Or fend it off. Virat Kohli did none of those things.
He stood tall on his toes. He made a tiny shuffle back. He presented an almost vertical bat. He punched it. Straight back over the bowler's head. He swiveled through the hips a little as he did, but the shot was pure Kohli genius.
The ball left the bat with a mesmerizing sound. It rose. It kept rising. Haris Rauf turned around to watch. The long-on fielder looked up. The sight screen looked up. The ball sailed over the ropes.
SIX!
Harsha Bhogle (Voice cracking with pure awe): "KOHLI GOES DOWN THE GROUND! KOHLI GOES OUT OF THE GROUND! That is an impossible shot! Look at that! He has punched a length ball off the back foot for six straight down the ground! I have never seen a shot like that in my life! Has he ever played a better shot in T20 cricket?"
Gerard Whateley: "That is a shot of a genius. Rauf cannot believe it. The crowd cannot believe it. That ball had no right to go there!"
On the Boundary Edge: The commentary stint was over for Sunil Gavaskar, Gautam Gambhir, and Isa Guha, but they were standing near the boundary rope, unable to leave. When the ball cleared the rope, Sunil Gavaskar—the legend, the Little Master—lost all composure. He was wearing a cap that looked slightly too big for him, but he started jumping up and down like a ten-year-old child. "Did you see that?!" Gavaskar screamed, grabbing Gambhir's shoulder. "Did you see that shot?! That is not cricket! That is magic!"
Gautam Gambhir, usually the stoic analyst, was shaking his head in disbelief, a stunned smile on his face. "Unreal. Absolute genius." Isa Guha just held her head in her hands. "Wow."
In the Dugout, Rohit Sharma stood up. His jaw literally dropped. He looked at Rahul Dravid with wide eyes. Awe. Pure awe. The entire Indian bench was on its feet, hands on heads. They knew they had just witnessed history.
Virat Kohli watched the ball land in the crowd. He didn't scream. He didn't run. He simply pumped his fist once. Fifty for Virat Kohli!55 off 46 balls.* But the runs didn't matter. The statement mattered. He had just told Pakistan that the impossible was possible.
Aarav Pathak walked down the pitch from the non-striker's end. He looked at Kohli. "You are an alien, Bhaiya," Aarav said, his voice lost in the noise. "That was not human." Kohli winked, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "Watch the ball, Seth. We are not done."
Ball 2: Haris Rauf was rattled. He had bowled his best ball, and it had gone for six. He walked back to his mark, shaking his head. He ran in again. He bowled a length ball on the pads. Kohli flicked it calmly to deep square leg. He didn't look for two. He wanted Aarav on strike. 1 Run.
Equation: 17 runs needed from 10 balls.
Aarav Pathak on strike.
The stadium was vibrating. The belief had turned into a frenzy. The Prince was on strike. The King was at the other end. And Haris Rauf was under the pump.
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The MCG was still trembling. The concrete, the seats, the very air seemed to vibrate with the resonance of Virat Kohli's straight six. In the commentary box, the experts were struggling to process what they had just seen.
Harsha Bhogle: "I am still recovering. That shot from Kohli... it defies physics. A back-foot punch for six over long-on off Haris Rauf? You don't see that. You just don't see that."
Ian Bishop: "It's the shot of an Emperor, Harsha. He commanded the ball to go there. Rauf is rattled. You can see it in his eyes. He bowled his best ball, and it went into the stands. Now he has the Vice-Captain to deal with. Aarav Pathak is on strike. 17 from 10."
Ravi Shastri: "Pakistan is under immense pressure. Rauf needs a dot ball. He needs to hit the hard length again. He can't pitch it up."
Ball 3:
Haris Rauf walked back to his mark, muttering to himself. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at Aarav Pathak. He decided to stick to his strength. The hard length. The ball that hits the splice. He ran in. 145 kmph. He hit the pitch hard. The ball wasn't a gift. It was a hostile delivery, angled in and climbing sharply towards the chest. It wasn't full enough to drive. It wasn't short enough to pull. It hurried the batter, cramping him for room, forcing him onto the back foot with no real extension of the arms. In cricketing terms, it was the worst kind of ball to try and hit straight for six. Most batters, under that pace and that length, can only defend, dab it down, or at best muscle it across the line toward mid-wicket. The ball climbs, the bat face closes, and the connection is rarely clean. To hit straight, you need a full ball something you can get under. This wasn't that.
Aarav didn't sway. He didn't pull. Instead, he held his shape. He got inside the line, rode the bounce, and kept the bat perfectly vertical. No wild swing. No cross-batted swipe. Just a straight, high-elbow extension through the line of the ball. He used Rauf's pace—didn't try to generate his own power—meeting it at the exact fraction of a second where the ball was still rising.
He punched it. Straight back over the bowler's head. Cut. Copy. Paste.
The ball soared into the night sky, following the exact trajectory of Kohli's shot two balls earlier. It landed in the same section of the crowd.
SIX!
Harsha Bhogle (Screaming): "AGAIN! HE'S DONE IT AGAIN! CUT, COPY, PASTE! Aarav Pathak plays the exact same shot! That is impossible! Two impossible shots in one over! How do you describe this? Haris Rauf must feel like he's in a simulation! The King did it, and now the Prince does it!"
Ian Bishop (Voice booming): "THAT IS THE SHOT OF AN EMPEROR! Only emperors can play this! First Kohli, and now Aarav! Look at the symmetry! Look at the audacity! Haris Rauf bowled a heavy ball, and Aarav just stood tall and punched it into the sightscreen! He is not a Prince anymore; he is a Genius Prince! What an incredible shot!"
Ravi Shastri: "This is not cricket; this is magic! The two best batters in the world are putting on an exhibition at the MCG! Pakistan is shell-shocked! 11 needed from 9! The game has turned on its head in three balls!"
On the field, Virat Kohli ran down the pitch, his eyes wide, laughing in disbelief. He punched Aarav's chest. "You copied me!" Aarav winked, chewing his gum furiously. "Good shot to copy, Bhaiya."
Equation: 11 runs needed from 9 balls. Haris Rauf looked broken. He had bowled two of his best deliveries, and they had gone for 12 runs.
Ball 4: Rauf tried to compensate. He couldn't bowl length. He went full and fast, aiming for the leg stump. Aarav anticipated it. He shuffled across his stumps. He didn't look to hit it straight this time. He got inside the line and scooped it. He used the 148 kmph pace. The ball flew fine. Extremely fine. It sailed over the wicket-keeper, Mohammad Rizwan's head. It flew all the way. SIX!
Ian Bishop: "BEHIND THE KEEPER! SIX MORE! He is toying with the angles! Rauf goes full, and Aarav ramps him all the way! 5 runs needed now! India is sprinting to the finish line!"
Equation: 5 runs needed from 8 balls.
Ball 5: Haris Rauf walked back, head down. He just wanted to bowl a legal delivery. He ran in. He missed his length again. A low full toss on the pads. Aarav Pathak didn't try to hit it hard. He just used his wrists. The Hyderabadi whip. He flicked it. The ball soared high into the Melbourne sky, over the deep square leg boundary. SIX!
Ravi Shastri (The Final Roar): "IT'S ALL OVER! AARAV PATHAK FINISHES IT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY! Four sixes in the over! India wins by 7 wickets! They have chased down 155 with 7 balls to spare! A masterclass from the King and the Prince! Look at the scenes at the MCG!"
Score: India 156/3 (18.5 Overs). Result: India won by 7 Wickets.
As the ball landed in the crowd, Aarav stood in the pose of the flick for a second. Then he dropped his bat. Virat Kohli ran to him. He hugged him so hard he lifted Aarav off his feet. "We did it! We did it!" Kohli was screaming.
Aarav Pathak:68* (37 balls)
Virat Kohli:56* (47 balls)
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The ball was still bouncing in the stands when the Melbourne Cricket Ground lost its collective mind. The roar that erupted wasn't just noise; it was a physical wave of energy, a release of tension held for three hours by 90,000 people.
Aarav Pathak stood at the crease, watching the ball disappear. He didn't run. He didn't scream immediately. He just let the bat drop from his hands, his chest heaving, his eyes wide. The gum fell from his mouth. For a split second, he was alone in the center of the universe.
Then, he felt the impact. Virat Kohli hit him like a freight train. The former captain had sprinted from the non-striker's end, screaming wordlessly, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around Aarav, lifting the 6'2" Vice-Captain off his feet as if he were a child.
"WE DID IT! WE DID IT!" Kohli roared into Aarav's ear, his voice cracking. "YOU BEAUTY! YOU ABSOLUTE BEAUTY!"
Aarav laughed, a sound of pure relief, hugging Kohli back. "Happy Diwali, Bhaiya!"
But the celebration was just beginning. From the boundary rope, the dam burst. The Indian dugout emptied in seconds. Rohit Sharma was leading the charge, running faster than anyone had seen him run in years, his arms pumping. Hardik Pandya, Suryakumar Yadav, Arshdeep Singh, Rishabh Pant they were a blur of blue jerseys sprinting across the MCG turf.
Aarav tried to stand his ground, but it was futile. Rohit reached them first. He tackled both Aarav and Kohli. Hardik jumped on top. Then Surya. Then Pant. The momentum took them down. Aarav fell backward onto the pitch, the grass cool against his neck, the sky above him swirling with floodlights and the faces of his teammates. He was crushed under the weight of a billion hopes, and it felt lighter than a feather.
He lay there at the bottom of the pile, laughing uncontrollably, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Hands were patting his helmet, ruffling his hair, slapping his chest. "Seth Saheb!" Arshdeep was yelling. "You finished it! You finished it!"
Ravi Shastri (Voice hoarse with emotion): "LOOK AT THESE SCENES! Pandemonium in the middle! The Indian team is a pile of joy! They were down and out at 26/3, but they never stopped believing! The King and the Prince have delivered a Diwali gift to the nation! This is not just a win; this is a statement!"
Slowly, the pile disentangled. Hardik pulled Aarav up. Aarav dusted off his jersey, his hair a mess, his face flushed with the adrenaline dump. He looked for his bat. Someone handed it to him.
He walked to the center of the pitch. The crowd was chanting his name. "AA-RAV! AA-RAV! KOH-LI! KOH-LI!"
Aarav raised his bat. He held it high with both hands, turning to every corner of the ground. The Southern Stand, the Great Southern Stand, the Members' End. It wasn't a gesture of arrogance. It was a gesture of gratitude. He tapped the Indian badge on his chest and pointed to the crowd. This is for you.
Virat Kohli walked up to him again. The adrenaline had settled into a profound, glowing pride. Kohli placed both hands on Aarav's shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. "I told you," Kohli said, his voice thick. "I told you we would do it."
"You set it up," Aarav replied, shaking his head. "That six off Rauf... that changed everything."
"And you finished it," Kohli smiled, a genuine, passing-of-the-torch smile. "Three sixes in the last over? That's my Vice-Captain."
They hugged again a longer, tighter embrace this time. The mentor and the student. The past, present, and future of Indian cricket, standing united on the conquered turf of the MCG.
Rohit Sharma walked over, looking relieved and elated. He high-fived Aarav. "My heart can't take this, Aarav," Rohit laughed, breathless. "Next time, finish it in the 18th over, please."
"Where's the fun in that, Skip?" Aarav grinned.
The Pakistan team, shell-shocked but gracious, lined up for handshakes. Babar Azam shook Aarav's hand. "Incredible hitting," Babar murmured, looking devastated. Haris Rauf walked past. Aarav stopped him. He patted the bowler's back. "Great spell, Haris," Aarav said.
Ian Bishop (Closing Monologue): "As the players shake hands, soak this in. We have witnessed greatness tonight. From the depths of despair to the peak of ecstasy. Virat Kohli reminded us why he is a legend. And Aarav Pathak... well, he just showed us that the future is in terrifyingly good hands. India wins by 7 wickets. The fireworks have gone off in Melbourne, but the real party is just starting in India. Happy Diwali indeed!"
Aarav walked towards the boundary line, arm-in-arm with Kohli. He looked up at the sky one last time. Somewhere in Mumbai, Shradha was watching. Somewhere, his parents were watching. He closed his eyes and let the roar of 90,000 people wash over him. He was the Seth. And tonight, he owned the MCG.
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The madness on the field had subsided into a glowing, euphoric hum. The flags were still waving, the drums were still beating, and the 'Chak De India' anthem was blaring over the PA system.
In the center of the ground, the presentation podium was set up. Ravi Shastri, the voice of Indian cricket's biggest moments, stood ready with the microphone. His face was flushed with the excitement of the game he had just called.
Ravi Shastri: "Melbourne! What a night! What a game! It had everything. Drama, emotion, pace, spin, and a finish for the ages. But there has to be a winner, and tonight, India has held their nerve. Before we get to the victors, let's hear from the Pakistan captain, Babar Azam."
Babar walked up, looking visibly drained. The pressure of the India-Pakistan clash takes a toll, and losing from a winning position hurts the most.
Ravi: "Babar, tough one to swallow. 154 on the board. You had them at 26 for 3. Where did it slip?"
Babar: "Yeah, definitely hurting. We started really well with the ball. Naseem and Haris were excellent. But credit to Virat and Aarav. They shifted the pressure back on us. That partnership took the game away. We tried to take wickets in the middle, but they batted sensibly. And the finish... well, some special shots were played."
Ravi: "That 13th over when Aarav got Iftikhar. Do you think that was the turning point in your batting?"
Babar: "Yes, Iftikhar bhai was playing well. We were looking at 170. But Aarav bowled a great spell in the middle. We were 15-20 runs short."
Ravi: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winning captain, Rohit Sharma!"
Rohit walked up, a wide grin on his face. The relief was palpable.
Ravi: "Rohit, those emotions at the end. You sprinted onto the field!"
Rohit: "(Laughs) I don't think I've run that fast in years! The emotions were high. We were under the pump early on. 26 for 3 is never easy, especially against this bowling attack. But the way Virat and Aarav batted... it was a lesson in chasing. They didn't panic. They just calculated it perfectly."
Ravi: "A word on your Vice-Captain? 3 wickets, 68 not out."
Rohit: "He's special. We all know that. He asked for the ball when Iftikhar was hitting. He asked to drop down the order to let SKY play. He puts the team first. And the way he finished it... three sixes in the last over? That's just pure class."
Ravi Shastri: "And now, the moment we have been waiting for. The Player of the Match. For a match-winning all-round performance. 3 wickets for 21 runs with the ball, breaking the back of the Pakistan batting. And an unbeaten 68 off 37 balls to guide the chase home. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Vice-Captain, Aarav Pathak!"
The roar from the MCG was deafening. Aarav walked up to the podium, accepting the trophy and the cheque. He looked calm, almost untouched by the chaos he had just orchestrated.
Ravi Shastri: "Aarav, soak it in. The MCG is chanting your name. How is the feeling?"
Aarav: "It feels great, Ravi. Winning the first game of the World Cup is always crucial for momentum. And to do it in front of this crowd... it's electric. I'm just happy I could contribute when the team needed it."
Ravi: "Let's talk about the situation. You walked in at 26 for 3. Kohli was there, but the pressure was immense. Talk us through that partnership."
Aarav: "Virat bhai was the key. He told me, 'Just watch the ball, don't look at the scoreboard.' We knew if we took it deep, the dew would help, and the bowlers would be under pressure. We just broke it down into small targets. 'Get to 10 overs without losing a wicket.' 'Target the spinners.' It was simple planning."
Ravi: "You have developed a bit of a habit, haven't you? Every time you play Pakistan in a big tournament, you produce a winning performance. In the 2021 T20 World Cup, you scored that hundred and took wickets. In the Asia Cup 2022, you scored runs and took wickets. And now here at the MCG. You are becoming their nemesis, just like Virat used to be. Is there something special about this rivalry for you?"
Aarav smiled, shrugging slightly. A nonchalant, easy gesture that drove the fans wild.
Aarav: "I don't know about nemesis, Ravi bhai. I just enjoy the big stage. When you play Pakistan, the energy is different. You don't need external motivation. I guess I just get lucky that the ball hits the middle of my bat more often against them."
Ravi: "Lucky? Those three sixes to finish it weren't luck! That was pure skill. Especially the one over fine leg."
Aarav: "Yeah, I practice that. Haris bowls fast, so you just need to use his pace. I knew he would go for the yorker or the wide line, so I got into position early."
Ravi: "You are the top scorer and top contributor in every India win against Pakistan recently. The fans are calling you the new 'Pak-Basher'. How do you handle that tag?"
Aarav: "I don't take tags seriously. Today it's me, tomorrow it will be someone else. Virat bhai set the template for years; I'm just trying to follow it. As long as India wins, I don't care who scores or who takes wickets. But yeah... winning against them always tastes a little sweeter."
Ravi: "Well played, Champion. Go celebrate."
Aarav walked down from the podium, trophy in hand. Virat Kohli was waiting for him at the boundary rope. "Nemesis, huh?" Virat teased, putting an arm around him. "Just following your footsteps, King," Aarav replied.
They walked into the tunnel together, the two architects of a famous victory. The World Cup campaign had begun with a bang, and the legend of Aarav Pathak had added another golden chapter.
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