The Cricketing Love

Chapter 7

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Rishabh's POV

As I stepped into the hotel, a curious sensation enveloped me, pulling my attention to my hand. It was as if my fingers were tracing the contours of a memory long forgotten. I found myself lost in contemplation, trying to unravel the enigma of familiarity that tingled through my senses. How could it be that her touch, so foreign in its novelty, felt as though it belonged to a narrative I had lived in before? When she brushed against my hand skin, it stirred a sensation of déjà vu, a haunting echo of a connection that defied logic. Despite the undeniable truth that today marked our first encounter, her touch whispered secrets of a shared past, leaving me bewildered by the inexplicable dance of familiarity in the midst of newfound acquaintance.

"Kya hogaya phir se khoya khoya sa lag raha hai. Tu naa pehle baith yaha pe araam se aur ab bata ki baat kya hai. I promise iss baar beech mein kuch nahi bolunga." Shub made me sit and asked in curiosity his questions held tension for me.

("What happened? It feels like you are lost in a daze again. First, sit down comfortably here, and now tell me what's going on. I promise I won't interrupt this time.")

Yrr mujhe kuch nahi samjh aa raha hai. I don't know, there is a different or I'll say a strange feeling I have towards her. The girl I saw the coordinator of the fest. Its different every time I see her like something just starts happening within me and it's different. My heart like it starts beating fast it's just so different with her, I start acting differently when I start thinking about her. It's different, very different and I am unable to stop this and even unable to react I am not understanding this feeling. I've never felt this way before. And it's not that I feel likewise 24/7 but it's her or when she is around I start thinking weird and acting weird I become different yrr. You know me right !!! I am not like this I'm a very reserved person, what anyone else is doing or not doing, doesn't matter to me. That person is happy or sad, crying or laughing I don't like my interference in that person's life. But I don't know every time I think of her everything turns upside down.

("Yrr I don't know what is even happening with me.")

Everything becomes different. She is doing something I'm different & I didn't want to be different I don't want to change. She is doing something to me. I mean voh hasti hai toh mujhe effect hota hai sad hoti hai toh mujhe effect hota hai yrr kyun ho raha hai yeh sab. Voh badal Rahi rahi hai mujhe joh main nahi chahata.

(When she laughs, it affects me; when she's sad, it affects me too, buddy, why is all this happening? She's changing me in ways I don't want.)

Bass ek din se hi toh janta hoon main usse. Janta? Main toh janta bhi nahi usse kal bass dekha tha big screen pe aur aaj bass hath pakda toh aysa laga ki voh touch pehchanta hoon mein. Waha react nahi Kiya Maine but kuch toh tha, aysa lag raha tha ki voh touch I know that kaafi familiar tha yrr. Yeh ho kya raha hai hai kuch samajh nahi aa raha.

(A/n: Hmmm hmmm ek din se toh jaante ho but sochte reh jaaoge phir nahi pata lagega ki kya familiarity hai 🤭👍🏻)

(Rishabh: Aapko sab pata hai but lete raho mazze aap milo phir main batata hoon)

(A/n: Jab tak nahi milti socho socho 🤣)

(It's just been a day since I've known her. Known? I don't even know her, I just saw her on the big screen yesterday, and today, just holding hands felt like I recognized that touch, but I didn't react there, but there was something about that touch, it felt quite familiar, buddy. What's happening? I don't understand anything.)

Shambhavi's POV

Arriving at the hostel drained from the day's activities, I and Shrashti ascended the stairs towards our floor. Just as I was about to retreat to the solace of my room, Shrashti proposed a detour to Navya's room, to which I wearily assented. As I entered Navya's room, my fatigue was evident as I reclined halfway onto the bed, with only my upper body finding respite while my legs dangled over the edge, a testament to the exhaustion weighing heavily upon me. Despite my weariness, Shrashti's excitement bubbled over as she turned to Navya, eager to share the day's events and prompting her and asked,"Yrr tujhe pata hai aaj kya hua ek baar guess kar."