Heaven in Hell

RUN!

Roshesh's POV:

"Get out of the court. Entry side. Position your feet facing the court and lie down. Balls near your balls between your legs. Hands raised straight parallel to your shoulders. Now" Chief is going to give us one hell of a session

"On my whistle, you are going to get up without your hands touching the floor, pick up the ball, run to the end, touch the ball on the line and run back here. Last two persons get a chance to learn Rule No. 4. Am I clear?"

A collective "Yes, sir" is heard for Dad's instructions even though we can't see him.

On the whistle count, I do my best to outrun the others knowing Dad would rain hell if I fail in his favorite sport.

While we catch our breath, Arjun and Ashwin are guided to where Chief is sitting while Dad glares at us.

"Lie back down. This time the ball is above your head. Go" This is not running. This is sprinting. Sprinting at full speed is hard. But try doing it with your hands carrying a ball. I would prefer weights over this stupid ball. Atleast they allow us to use our hands for momentum. With this ball, my hands are ineffective and I need to keep pushing my thighs to the hardest.

We wait for the whistle to come while our hands get a nice workout. Keeping them raised above is also a task. When Arjun and Ashwin join us, red in the faces and out-of-breath, the whistle is blown again.

Both of them have a disadvantage but if they come last again, they are going to keep getting reamed.

This time, Ashwin manages to reach a little before Kyra making her and Arjun the lucky recipients. We wait again for them to come back.

"Starfish. Ball next to your waist. Go" Please tell me this is not how this entire session is going to go. Sprinting fast, no cooldown, zero leg movement in lying down, standing up in speed and repeat. It is firing up your muscles and then immediately dousing them in ice. It is painful and would turn them into jelly.

The whistle brings me out of my thoughts and I fumble for a second. Damn it! I can't afford it. I push myself to the limit and make it on time but my hands did touch the ground.

"Officer, you like your hands on the ground?" Please Dad, don't bring the team in this. It is way more humiliating.

"No, sir. It won't ha-"

"Arjun and Ashwin, go. Change of exercise, courtesy Officer Roshesh here" I mentally cringe but I make sure to not let it show on my face.

Balls are kept on the side and we line up while we wait. The look on Dad's face tells me I'm going to be hating this a lot.