Ishan's pov

As I stepped onto the cricket pitch, I inhaled the familiar scent of grass and my sunscreen. My heart beating rapidly in anticipation.

I began to warm up. Suddenly my mind drifted to Aditi. Our gaming session had become the highlight of my day (or night). I was impressed with her kindness and intelligence.

But cricket has always been my love. The thrilling games, competition, adrenaline rush, bonding with my teammates and all.

I saw the game unfolding. The crack of the bat, cheers of the crowd and the satisfaction of a well played shot. It was all my mood lifter.

"Oyeee chal! Kya soch rahe ho?" Mayank called out to me hurriedly, making me come out of my thoughts.

I glanced at him and shouted a "yes" in response.

I grabbed my bat and put on my gloves, ready for the match. As I took my position on the field, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

Aditi's pov

I stood in front of the mirror, my heart was racing with anticipation. The soft glow of the dressing room lights highlighted the details of my outfit.

"Five minutes, Aditi." the stylist called out from the other side.

I took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar scent of makeup. My mind flashed to Ishan, our conversations from the other day was a comforting distraction to me.

Focus! Aditi! Focus!

I stared at my reflection. My hair was perfectly curled and my outfit was an embroided gown. I lost myself in the makeup. Smoky eyes and bright red coloured lipstick.

I started making a last-minute adjustment in my hairstyle when my stylist came to me. I smiled at her in greeting.

She smiled back and said, "you're going to rock this."

I nodded enthusiastically, being ready for the ramp walk show. I took my place at the entrance and the spotlight was on me, signalling the start of the show.