[Author's note :- The world cup match mentioned in this chapter is imaginary and fictional. You could consider it 2011 world cup or whatever; though, Rohit, Rahul, Hardik wasn't in that match but here will be. You could find similarity with 2011 world cup but it's not at all. Take it in that way as it is.]

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Setting : One night before World Cup finals, 1:00 am, Rohirat room

Little Shubi is sleeping soundly, his mum aka papa is sitting near his head, buring head between knees, awake, devised. A pair of trusty hands took him passionately.

"Sleep now Vi, we have finals tomorrow" Rohit whispered not disturbing their son's nap.

"I can't sleep Ro, the fear of failure chasing me all time. We're being losers from twenty eight years, people making fun in social media, the never understand that cricketers are human being too, they too feel heartbroken after losing. what if we lose again tomo...."

"Shh..." Ro pressed a finger on Vi's lips, "We won't. And why are you picking negative ? There are positive supporters too, can't we won the match for them ? Can't we make them smile baby ? Of course we can, we have to. And....and we're youn players Vi, think about Sachin paaji, Yuvi bhai, Mahi bhai.... did they lose hope ? So why our young blood will do so ?"

"Hihihihi..." Vi chuckled, "you're copying Rahul sir's dialogue hun ? He told the same in evening meeting...."

"Haan matlab wo... ho gaya thoda hehe... whatever I made you smile atleast"

Vi bit his cute lips, his technique of expressing shyness. This forgetful man never forgot to make him happy.

"Kya soch rahe ho ?" Ro asked.

"Yehi ki kal hum jeete to crore deshvasi hume praise karenge, aur agar haare to hume troll karenge, gaaliyan denge. Lekin tum..... tum bas mujhe warm hug hi doge, no matter we win or lose"

Both smiled. Genuine smiles. Smiles of hope, smiles of faith. Lips met slowly, comfort supplied through saliva. Ro said before taking Vi in his tight embrace;

"Zindagi bhar tumhara comfort zone banke rahunga Vi"

The outside circumstance was smoggy.
Moon was partly covered with dark clouds.
Nature itself doesn't know what's coming tomorrow.

Scenes of other rooms were also same. Babies were sleeping, the innocents don't know someday they too will spent sleepless night before a special day, which comes once in four years. Their worried fathers were soothing eachother, being eachother's complementary. Seems like soldiers spending unbearable night before war, no way to return or escape. Either win or lose - is waiting for them................

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Next day social media, chatboxes, news channels filled with best wishes of crore netizens. Wankhede stadium failed to serve enough seats for audience. A huge crowd engulfed not only the stadium but the whole megacity. All India is praying for victory, rainfall on twenty eight years old draught. Is the prayer only of human beings ? Or the hills, plants, ground too seeking for triumph ?

GAGAN KAHE VIJAYI BHAVA

Playing eleven soldiers prepared themselves with proper vests and weapons: bat and balls. Match begins at 14:00 IST. Ict kids' "come on dada", "go for it papa" cheerings from players' balcony melted with thousand audience's crowd.

India's bowling was good at first half, Shree and Nehra both took a pair of wickets of SA. But they made enough runs till end. Senior players discussed something among themselves in innings break. Then second half begins at evening.
First shock came when Virat gave his wicket at 35 runs, two fours, one six. Rohit also returned back soon with 29 runs.

"Tension na le meli jaan, mele dada match jeeta denge" little Ishu said kissing little Shubi's pout.

Faces of many faded up with two efficient batters' wicket fall. But Goti came with full force and started making notable hits. Audience also got flame in gloom. But bad luck! Just for a short length, Goti missed his century. Last hope is Mahi and Sachin sir.

Speed of heartbeat fastened with time. Every single moment seems like long. Making everything amazed the audience started singing
"Maa tujhe salaam
Vande Mataram..."

Goosebumps spread beyond the stadium, through telivision, radios, phones. Runs ran towards target. Prayers, cheers, anxiety climbed at peak. Just a little left to touch the awaited victory.

SIX!!! Mahi finished it own way. India won the world cup after twenty eight years. Uncountable eyes flooded with happiness, whole country shouted in great zeal. From old to youngest failed to control enthusiasm, not only in stadium, every colonies, every roads witnessed the celebration. Twenty eight years' dream came true finally......

Yuvi ran to Mahi and hugged him tightly, his tears soaked Mahi's jersey. Then Sachin paaji, Bhajji, Virat, Sonu all gathered at one place, clinged with eachother. All came in tears, celebration turned into madness. Rohit lifted up Virat, then said in his ears -- "We won Vi... we won"

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Trophy lifting ceremony held with grand celebration. Fireworks, crackers, party poppers, flashing of lights, congratulating from numerous people, flood of excitement made that night splendid. Shubi and Ishu, Rishu and Uri also celebrated their fathers' heroism by dancing, hugging eachother.

"Bade hoke tu aur main bhi world cup jitunga jaise humale parents jeete, aur humale babies clap kalenge jaise hum kal le hain... ok Ishu ?"

"Okay... tu opening kalega tele dada ki talah aul mai keeping kalunga mele dada ki talah..."

Children learn dreaming from parents, parents help making them true, circling continues, armies of future grow like that. Dream occurs, grows, develope for long time, then starts walking on being true. Generation after generation comes and goes, keeps behind their legends.

"ঘুমিয়ে আছে শিশুর পিতা সব শিশুরই অন্তরে..."

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My brain wished to finish the book today but my heart wants to write a final one. On Rohirat moment only. But my readers choice comes first. So pick any one. Jiska demand sabse jyada hoga wohi likhungi;

• Rohirat smut
• Smut and Shubish pairing both
• Only Shubish

Don't ask outside from upper three options. Thank you, good night 🌉