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Rohit knew that Aditi was meant to cause a ruckus wherever she went. So, when he saw Aditi walking onto the practice grounds one sweltering afternoon, her usual air of mischief was palpable.

She strutted across the field as if she owned the place, her small frame radiating a confidence that seemed far too large for her age.

"Adi?"

Rohit heard Ishan Kishan, his teammate and Aditi's three-year-long boyfriend, say from beside him. Ishan's voice held a mixture of surprise and amusement, a common reaction whenever Aditi appeared unexpectedly.

She had a knack for showing up at the most unpredictable moments, always bringing a whirlwind of energy with her.

"Abhi time nahi hai, Ishu. Ro bhai!" Aditi said, striding past her boyfriend with the determined gait of someone on a mission.[There's no time right now, Ishu. Ro bhai!]

Ishan, caught mid-motion as he attempted to pull her into a hug, was left with his arms hanging in the air and a bemused expression on his face.

"Ro bhai, woh Ridhu. Ridhu."

With that, Rohit's mood shifted from happiness to anxiety in an instant. Khargosh. Had something happened to Khargosh? Why was Aditi saying her name with such urgency?

A knot of worry began to tighten in his stomach as he turned to face Aditi, trying to read her expression for any clues.

Rohit felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the seriousness etched across Aditi's usually mischievous face. She was never one to panic or show fear, and seeing her like this only heightened his concern.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, but the worry for Radhika gnawed at him relentlessly.

"Aditi, please batao, kya hua?" Rohit urged, trying to keep his voice steady for Aditi's sake, but the anxiety was clear in his eyes. [Aditi, please tell me, what happened?]

"Aditi, kya hua? Radhika theek hai na?" Rohit asked, his voice trembling slightly despite his effort to stay calm. [What happened? Radhika is okay, right?]

Aditi nodded, but the tension in her eyes didn't lessen. "Woh theek hai, par kuch hua hai," she replied, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. [She's okay, but something happened.]

Rohit felt his heart pound faster in his chest, each beat echoing his rising fear. He glanced at Ishan, who had moved closer, his expression mirroring Rohit's concern.

Though Ishan doesn't know who this Radhika is, he knows she is enough to make his Ro bhai worried.

"Aditi, please batao, kya hua?" Rohit urged, trying to keep his voice steady for Aditi's sake, but the anxiety was clear in his eyes. [Aditi, please tell me, what happened?]

Aditi's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief despite her serious demeanor. "Ridhu... woh yahin hai," she said slowly, drawing out each word as if relishing the suspense. [Radhika... she's here.]

Rohit felt a rush of confusion and hope, his mind racing to process her words. "Yahin hai? Matlab?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. [Here? What do you mean?]

Before Aditi could respond, gentle and soft hands slipped over Rohit's eyes, plunging his world into darkness. The familiar blend of jasmine and vanilla filled his senses, instantly soothing his earlier anxiety. Rohit's heart skipped a beat as he instantly recognized the scent, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

"Adi, tune kya kaha tha?" Rohit asked, trying to maintain a playful tone of annoyance in his voice, though he couldn't hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Mujhe to laga kuch serious baat hai." [Aditi, what did you say? I thought it was something serious.]

The hands moved away, and as he turned around, there she was – Radhika, his Ridhu, as he fondly called her. She stood there with a playful grin on her face, her eyes twinkling with the same mischief that Aditi often carried.

Radhika was dressed in a sleeveless, backless white kurti adorned with delicate lace patterns and paired with loose, white churidar pants.

A sheer dupatta draped gracefully over her shoulders, and the gentle jingling of oxidized silver jhumkas and bangles accompanied her every movement.

The gold Lakshmi-Narayan pendant around her neck caught the sunlight, adding a touch of timeless elegance to her appearance.

His Khargosh. All grown up and yet still the same in so many ways.

Rohit stood there, momentarily lost for words, as a flood of memories washed over him – memories of their childhood, of simpler times filled with laughter and endless mischief.

He could hardly believe that the girl who used to chase butterflies with him in the garden was now standing before him, looking so radiant.

"Aur bhai, kaise laga mera surprise?" Aditi asked, her voice breaking the reverie and pulling Rohit back to the present. [So, brother, how do you like my surprise?]

Rohit turned his attention back to Aditi, shaking his head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Tum dono milkar mujhe pareshan karne ka ek bhi mauka nahi chhodte, hai na?" he said, his tone light but affectionate. [You two never miss an opportunity to trouble me, do you?]

Aditi shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Bhaiyya, yeh tang nahi karoon gi toh kise karoon gi? Jab se Ridhu meri dost bani hai, tab se yeh mera haq hai." [Brother, if I don't trouble you, who will? Ever since Ridhu became my friend, it's been my right.]

Rohit laughed, his heart swelling with a mix of love and fond exasperation. His gaze shifted to Radhika, who stood there with a warm, knowing smile on her face.

His large hands traveled to cup her cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing against her skin as he looked into her eyes, a soft and unspoken connection passing between them.

This simple gesture, tender and protective, encapsulated the depth of his feelings for her. Radhika, his little sister, his Khargosh, had always held a special place in his heart, a place no one else could ever fill.

"Chaar saal baad dekh raha hoon tujhe. Janti hai kitna yaad kiya maine. Kya zaroorat thi apne bhau ko chodke jaana?" [Seeing you after four years. Do you know how much I missed you? What was the need to leave your brother and go away?]

His voice, though light-hearted, carried the weight of those four years spent without her presence.

He could still remember the day she left for her studies in Coimbatore, the bittersweet pride and sadness intermingling as he watched her board the train, knowing that it was a step she needed to take for her future but dreading the emptiness her absence would leave behind.

He remembered those early days, the first time he had held her in his arms, so tiny and fragile, and how he had promised himself that he would always protect her, no matter what. Those memories were etched into his heart, reminders of the purest form of love he had ever known.

A whimper escaped Radhika's lips, and Rohit shook his head, his eyes softening as he turned his attention back to her.

"Ab tu aa gayi hai toh kahin nahi jaane doonga. Tyagi ji se kehke teri internship yahin ke hospital mein laga doonga," he said softly, his voice filled with determination and love. [Now that you're back, I won't let you go anywhere. I'll speak to Mr. Tyagi and arrange your internship here at the hospital.]

With tears still in her eyes, Radhika hides in her bhau's embrace, letting her emotions flow freely. She clung to him, feeling the safety and warmth that only her brother's arms could provide, and in that moment, all the distance and time that had separated them seemed to melt away.

Radhika clung to Rohit, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if letting go would mean losing him all over again. Just the two of them enveloped in a cocoon of shared love and history.

Rohit stroked her hair gently, his heart swelling with emotions he couldn't put into words. The years apart had been hard on him; her absence was a constant, aching void.

He had tried to fill it with his busy schedule, with cricket matches and team, but nothing could replace the simple joy of having his Khargosh by his side.

He had watched her grow from a spirited, curious child into a determined, intelligent woman, and his pride in her accomplishments was only matched by the depth of his longing to see her again.

Radhika finally pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She looked up at Rohit, a myriad of emotions flickering across her face—relief, happiness, a touch of guilt for staying away so long, but mostly an overwhelming love that mirrored his own.

Rohit looks at her and shakes his head and pulls her back into his embrace, "Kuch mat bolo, Ridhu. Main sab samajh gaya," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. [Don't say anything, Ridhu. I understand everything.]

He held her close again, letting the silence speak for them. It was in these quiet, unguarded moments that they communicated the best, their hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm of understanding. They had always been able to read each other without words.

As the minutes passed, Rohit felt a sense of peace settle over him. The initial shock and anxiety had given way to a profound sense of contentment. Radhika was here, with him, and for now, that was all that mattered. The future, with all its uncertainties and challenges, could wait. They had this moment, and that was enough.

But it seems that peace is not a option in Rohit's life after he met a certain delhi munda as a body collided with him and Radhika, and his arms instinctively tightened around his sister as they were moved by the force.

They stumbled slightly, but Rohit's grip on Radhika remained firm. He looked up, surprised and slightly annoyed, only to see Virat grinning brightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Kya hai! Door jaa na," Rohit yelled out in annoyance and exasperation, his voice echoing across the practice grounds. [What is it! Go away.]

Virat scowled at Rohit, his playful demeanor intact. "Meri behen ghar aai hai. Tu jaa jaa. Mujhe meri bachi ko gale lagane de." [My sister has come home. You go away. Let me hug my baby.]

Rohit couldn't help but laugh at Virat's exaggerated pout. "Achha, teri behen? Kab se?" he teased, his annoyance quickly dissipating into amusement. [Oh, your sister? Since when?]

Virat stepped forward, making a show of trying to pry Radhika from Rohit's arms, but she clung tighter to her brother, giggling. "Dekha? Mera Khargosh mujhe chod kar nahi jaane wali," Rohit said triumphantly, ruffling Radhika's hair. [See? My Khargosh isn't going to leave me.]

Virat, undeterred by Radhika's grip, leaned in closer, his grin widening as he wiggled his fingers in a playful tickle assault. "Arre, khargosh, tu mujhe bhool gayi kya?" he teased, his voice full of mock hurt. [Hey, bunny, have you forgotten me?]

Radhika squealed with laughter, trying to squirm away from Virat's relentless tickling while still holding on to Rohit. The sight of her laughter, pure and unrestrained, warmed Rohit's heart, easing the anxiety that had gripped him moments before.

It was a reminder of the simple joys of childhood, the kind that could erase worries, even if just for a moment.

As Radhika's laughter echoed across the practice grounds, Virat's playful expression softened. He reached out, gently tugging Radhika away from Rohit and into his own arms. "Arre, mujhe bhi toh apni bachi se milne do," he said, his voice gentle as he held her close. [Hey, let me meet my girl too.]

Radhika, giggling, hugged Virat tightly. There was a comfort in her familiarity with him, a sense of safety that came from knowing he was part of their extended family.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with joy, and for a moment, the worries of the day seemed to melt away.

Rohit, still smiling, watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and relief. The bond between Radhika and Virat was something he cherished deeply. Virat was family.

His younger brother, his confidant, and the one person he could always rely on to bring a smile to Radhika's face, even in the most stressful of times.

As Virat spun Radhika around gently, her laughter filling the air, Rohit couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of pure joy. These were the memories that would stay with them forever, the simple acts of love and friendship that defined their lives.

Virat met Radhika when she was three years old, a tiny bundle of energy and curiosity. From that moment on, Rohit had watched in awe as Virat's love for his little sister blossomed into something truly special.

It was as if Radhika had woven herself into the fabric of Virat's heart, and Rohit couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the bond they shared.

Virat's affection for Radhika was evident in the little things he did. He would sit with her for hours, patiently helping her piece together puzzles or build towering structures with her Lego blocks.

His laughter would ring through the house as he chased her around, playing an endless game of pakdam pakdai that always ended with her in fits of giggles.

Virat was known to be aggressive on the cricket field. Of course he was, he was the King Kohli. However, with his mother, Anushka, Radhika, and now Vamika and Akaay, he had a softer side that not many people got to see.

It was a side that Rohit had grown to appreciate deeply. Watching Virat with Radhika was like witnessing a transformation; the aggressive King turned into a gentle giant, his eyes softening and his demeanor relaxing.

Rohit remembered the day Radhika had her first real conversation with Virat. She was still learning to communicate with her hands, and Virat had taken it upon himself to learn sign language alongside her.

He would sit with her, mimicking the movements of her fingers, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to get every gesture just right. It was a beautiful sight, the way his big hands would clumsily form the signs, his patience never waning as he encouraged her to keep going.

One particular memory stood out in Rohit's mind. It was a rainy afternoon, the kind where the sky seemed to pour endlessly, turning the streets of Mumbai.

The three of them were huddled inside, the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows providing a soothing backdrop. Radhika had been feeling down, the gloomy weather reflecting her mood.

Virat had noticed her sitting quietly by the window, her little face pressed against the glass, her eyes following the raindrops as they traced patterns down the pane.

Without a word, Virat had joined her, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her. He didn't try to cheer her up with words or distract her with toys.

Instead, he just sat there, his presence a silent comfort. After a while, he started drawing on the foggy glass, simple shapes and silly faces that slowly coaxed a smile out of Radhika. She had joined in, her tiny fingers drawing alongside his, and soon the window was filled with their playful artwork.

It was moments like these that made Rohit realize how lucky they were to have Virat in their lives. His love for Radhika was genuine and profound, a bond that went beyond words.

Virat was there for all the important milestones, from Radhika's first steps to her first day of school. He was the one who celebrated her victories with infectious enthusiasm and comforted her through her defeats with unwavering support.

Rohit couldn't help but marvel at the way Virat could make Radhika feel safe and cherished. He had a way of turning the simplest moments into treasured memories, his love for her shining through in every action, every gesture.

Whether it was showing her how to hit a cover drive when she was 5 or patiently explaining a difficult homework problem, Virat's dedication to Radhika was unwavering.

Now, as Virat held Radhika in his arms, gently swinging her around, Rohit felt a deep sense of gratitude. He knew that Radhika was growing up surrounded by love and support, not just from him but from their extended family as well.

He watched as Radhika's laughter filled the air, the sound mingling with the distant echoes of their shared past.

Virat looked up, catching Rohit's eye, and gave him a knowing smile. It was a smile that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they all shared.

Rohit nodded in return, his heart full. He knew that no matter what Virat is not leaving him or his family anytime soon. The two are meant to be best friends till eternity.

"Bas kar. Chakkar aa jayega Khargosh ko," Rohit said, his voice filled with affectionate amusement, as he watched Virat continue to spin Radhika around. [Stop it. Radhika will get dizzy.]

Virat, grinning mischievously, slowed down and eventually stopped, gently setting Radhika back on her feet. The girl wobbled slightly, her laughter bubbling over as she clung to Virat for balance.

Her cheeks were flushed with joy, and her eyes sparkled with the kind of happiness that only comes from moments of pure, unadulterated fun. Rohit couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

As Radhika was gently set down by Virat, her eyes lit up as she spotted Hardik and Jasprit standing nearby, both of them watching Virat, Rohit, and Radhika.

Without a moment's hesitation, she dashed towards them, her laughter trailing behind her like a melody carried by the wind.

Reaching them, she intertwined one arm with Hardik's and wrapped the other around Jasprit's arm, drawing both of them into her orbit with an infectious enthusiasm.

Hardik and Jasprit, caught off guard by her sudden embrace, exchanged amused glances before breaking into warm smiles.

Hardik, ever the big brother figure, ruffled Radhika's hair affectionately. "Arre, Ridhu, kaisi hai tu?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he looked down at her. [Hey, Ridhu, how are you?]

Radhika responded with a bright smile and a series of rapid hand gestures, her fingers moving gracefully as she communicated her excitement and happiness.

Her expressive eyes conveyed her emotions clearly, and Hardik, who had taken the time to learn sign language for her, nodded in understanding.

Jasprit watched with a soft smile as Radhika animatedly described her day. He had a gentle way of interacting with her, his reserved nature making him a calm and comforting presence.

He listened intently, nodding along with Hardik, his eyes reflecting the warmth he felt for Rohit's little sister.

Before she could finish, Bumrah, with his trademark grin, playfully pulled Radhika into a gentle headlock. "Apni bowling practice ki ya fir nahi?" he teased, his voice light and full of affection. [Did you practice your bowling or not?]

Radhika giggled, squirming out of Jasprit's playful hold. She signed back quickly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Hardik translated with a chuckle, "Bol rahi hai ki itni practice ki tujh se achi ho gayi." [She says she's practiced so much that she's better than you now.]

Jasprit feigned a look of shock and disbelief, his hand dramatically clutching his chest. "Aacha ji, meri billi aur mujhse hi meow? Beta Khargosh, tu field pe aa, tujhe toh main dekhta hoon," he said, laughing heartily. [Oh really, my own cat challenging me? Come on, Khargosh, let's see what you've got on the field.]

The bond between the Sharma girls and their beloved "Boom Boom" Jasprit was something truly special. Whether it was Samaira or Radhika, they both adored him. Bumrah had a way of making each of them feel like they were the center of his world whenever he was around.

Samaira often declared herself to be Bumrah's biggest fan, always wearing his jersey and mimicking his bowling action around the house.

She would follow him around during practice sessions, peppering him with questions about cricket, life, and everything in between. Bumrah always answered patiently, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection as he indulged her curiosity.

Radhika, on the other hand, shared a quieter, but equally profound bond with him. She loved watching him bowl, her eyes wide with admiration as he executed perfect yorkers and bouncers. Whenever she was around, Jasprit made sure to sign his words slowly and clearly, ensuring she felt included in every conversation.

Hardik, feeling slightly left out, pouted as he watched Radhika and Bumrah share their moment. He pulled Radhika out of Jasprit's arms. "Arre, ab mere sath bhi time spend karo na, chhoti! Bas Boom Boom ke saath hi rehna hai?" he teased, his voice mock-serious. [Hey, spend some time with me too, little one! Or do you only want to be with Boom Boom?]

Now, the bond between the Sharmas and the Pandyas was different and yet uniquely special. It wasn't just about cricket or the time they spent together on the field.

It was about the moments off the field, the shared meals, the late-night conversations, and the way they had become an integral part of each other's lives.

The camaraderie and affection extended beyond the boundaries of the cricket pitch, creating a familial bond that was as strong as any blood relation.

Rohit and Hardik were always pitched as rivals against each other, and yet when the two were at their hardest training sessions, pushing each other to be better, there was an unspoken understanding and mutual respect that spoke volumes about their friendship.

They were competitive, yes, but their rivalry was laced with a deep-seated camaraderie and brotherhood that few could truly understand.

Any event or function, the first invitation that was sent out from Hardik's side was for the Sharma family. It had become an unspoken rule, an acknowledgment of the importance they held in each other's lives.

Whether it was a birthday celebration, a festive gathering, or just a casual get-together, the Sharmas were always there, their presence a comforting constant.

And from the Sharmas, the sentiment was mutual. Aai would always make sure there was a special dish prepared for Hardik whenever he visited, knowing his love for her homemade food. Baba would engage in long conversations with Krunal, Hardik's elder brother, discussing everything from cricket strategies to politics.

Ritika, Rohit's wife, and Ananya, Hardik's wife, had developed a friendship, often seen laughing together and sharing secrets like sisters.

Hardik had always treated Radhika like his own sister. From the first time he met her, he had been charmed by her silent laughter and expressive eyes.

He loved the way she communicated, her hands moving gracefully, her face always animated. There was something pure and genuine about her that made everyone want to protect her and see her happy.

"Agar Khargosh girni na toh main tujhe chodoonga," Gautam Gambhir said as he walked closer, his voice carrying an edge. [If the tomato falls, I won't spare you.]

Rohit and the others turned to see Gambhir approaching, a playful smile on his face. He had always been the stern one on the field, but off it, his softer side often emerged, especially around the younger ones.

Radhika's face lit up at the sight of him, her eyes sparkling with delight. Gautam had a special place in her heart, much like the other cricketers who doted on her.

Radhika was the one person who could make Gambhir smile in public, a rare occurrence for the usually serious cricketer. In fact, it had been Gambhir who approached a then four-year-old Radhika while she had been bored out of her mind at Rohit's practice session. He had noticed her sitting quietly on the sidelines, and the rest is history.

Virat and Gambhir were always fighting over Radhika's attention, their competitive spirits flaring up in the most endearing ways. While on the field, their rivalry was fierce and legendary, but off the field, it took on a different tone altogether, especially when it came to Radhika. They both had a soft spot for her, their gruff exteriors melting away whenever she was around.

"Aap kya Gauti bhai, main bhi iss gadhe ko nahi chodoonga," Virat chimed in, his voice dripping with seriousness as he pointed a finger at Hardik. [Not just you, Gauti bhai, I won't spare this donkey either.]

Hardik, caught in the playful crossfire, pouted and turned to Radhika, "Dekh Khargosh, tere jaane ke baad sab mujhe aise bully karte hain," he said, exaggerating his misery for effect. [See, Khargosh, ever since you left, everyone bullies me like this.]

Radhika turned to face Hardik and watched as his face filled with fake horror, the dramatic way he doubled over, clutching his heart after he interpreted her gestures.

Her laughter bubbled up, bright and infectious, as she signed back rapidly, her hands moving with excited energy. Hardik pretended to be deeply offended by whatever she had signed.

"Kya matlab mera bully hona banta hai?" Hardik exclaimed, putting on a show of mock indignation. [What do you mean it's okay for me to be bullied?] He clutched his chest theatrically, staggering back a few steps as if her words had delivered a mortal blow.

KL Rahul, standing beside Hardik, couldn't resist the opportunity and gently smacked the back of his best friend's head. "Drama mat kar, Hardik," he laughed, shaking his head in amusement. [Don't be so dramatic, Hardik.]

Radhika's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the playful banter between her brother's friends. It was moments like these that made her feel like she was part of something special, a big, extended family that cherished her as much as she cherished them.

"Ro bhai? Vi bhai?"

Shreyas Iyer's voice broke through the playful banter, his face a mixture of confusion and curiosity. He walked towards the group, glancing between Rohit and Virat, trying to piece together what was happening.

Ishan, who was standing beside Shreyas, added, "Yaar, yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur yeh kaun hai?" He looked at Radhika, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. [What is going on? And who is she?]

The others—Rishabh, Abhishek, Mayank, Tilak, and Yashasvi—gathered around, all of them looking equally puzzled. Their confusion was visible, each of them trying to make sense of the situation unfolding before their eyes.

They exchanged glances, silently communicating their mutual curiosity and intrigue about this new revelation concerning Rohit's family.

Rohit exchanged a quick glance with Virat before addressing the group. "Yeh meri behen hai, Radhika," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection. "Khargosh, inse milo," he added, introducing Radhika to his teammates. [This is my sister, Radhika. Khargosh, meet them.]

Rishabh, his face a mixture of surprise and curiosity, took a step forward. "Behen? Apne kabhi bataya nahi ki apki behen bhi hai?" he asked, struggling to reconcile this new piece of information with what he already knew about Rohit. [Sister? You never told us you have a sister?]

Rohit, scratching the back of his head and searching for the right words, replied, "Arre yaar, batane ka woh... woh hi nahi mila." He shrugged slightly, a sheepish smile on his face. "Kisi ko nahi pata ki Radhika meri behen hai, except ICT or BCCI wale." [Oh man, I just never got around to it. Nobody knows that Radhika is my sister, except the ICT or BCCI folks.]

Aditi, sensing an opportunity to boast, proudly added, "Aur meri best friend hai," her arm going around Radhika's waist and pulling her close. [And she's my best friend.]

Ishan turned to his girlfriend, Aditi, with a playful pout. "Best friend? Tumne kabhi bata nahi ki yeh Radhika woh Radhika hai jiski tum har time baat karti ho?" [Best friend? You never told me that this Radhika is the same Radhika you always talk about?]

Aditi rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips as she looked at Ishan. "Arre baba, main toh hamesha batati hoon. Tumhe apne best friend aur meri sautan se fursat mile toh tum meri baat suno na," she teased, her finger lightly poking his side. [Oh dear, I always tell you. If you could take a break from your best friend and my rival, you might actually listen to me.]

Ishan feigned offense, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "Mere Shubhi ko beech mein kyu la rahi ho? Shubhi bechara," he retorted, his tone dripping with exaggerated solemnity. [Why are you bringing my Shubhi into this? Poor Shubhi .]

Radhika watched the exchange with amusement. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, the sense of belonging and acceptance enveloping her like a comforting blanket.

These playful interactions were the moments she cherished the most, where the lines between teammates and family blurred seamlessly into one harmonious existence.

"Radhika?"

The call of her name caused her to jump a little before she turned to face Abhishek, who was looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and eagerness. His voice was gentle, yet it carried a hint of excitement that was hard to miss.

He had always been fascinated by stories of Rohit's family and now, meeting Radhika, he felt a connection that was both new and familiar. "Humne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki aap itni sweet hogi. Aap sure ho ki aap Ro bhai se related?," he said, his tone genuinely warm. [We never thought you would be so sweet.]

[Yeh ladka apni hone wali bhabhi pe line maar raha hai? 🤔]

"Oye! Zyada free ho raha hai? Shaukh hai kya extra woh...woh," Rohit interjected, his voice carrying a mix of mock indignation and amusement as he struggled to find the right words. [Hey! Getting a bit too familiar, are we? Do you have a penchant for extra...umm...]

"Le yeh fir bhool gaya. Fitte muh," Virat said, smacking his hand against his forehead, his voice dripping with playful exasperation. [There he goes forgetting again. Good grief.]

"Chal na, bhosd—" Rohit started, but he stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing his sister was right next to him, and she was too innocent for the word he was about to use. He quickly adjusted, his tone softer but still carrying a hint of frustration. [Oh, bhosd-]

"Arre, chhodo yaar. Main bas keh raha tha ki... woh... jyada mat bol," he finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head and giving Radhika a sheepish smile. [I was just saying... um... don't say too much.]

Rohit's awkward transition didn't go unnoticed by the group, drawing a round of chuckles and a few knowing smirks from his teammates. Virat, ever the instigator, gave Rohit a sly grin, clearly enjoying his friend's discomfort.

"Acha baba, abhi jyada kuch nahi bolunga," Abhishek responded, raising his hands in mock surrender while still casting curious glances at Radhika. [Alright, I won't say much more.]

Radhika, sensing the shift in the mood, giggled softly, her laughter a soothing balm to Rohit's mild embarrassment. She stepped forward and signed something quickly, her hands moving gracefully, drawing the attention of everyone around.

Siraj, who had been observing her hands intently, broke into a broad smile. "She says she thinks you're all very funny. Aur tum sab ko hello bhi bol rahi hai," he translated, his voice warm with affection. [And she is saying hello to all of you as well.]

"Hello Khargosh!" Rishabh was quick to respond, his voice ringing out with an enthusiastic cheer that brought an even bigger smile to Radhika's face. He waved energetically, his playful nature shining through as he made a show of his greeting.

The group, now fully engaged by Radhika's presence, couldn't help but be drawn to her infectious energy. Tilak, always one to join in on the fun, leaned in closer and said "Hello, Radhika ji. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello Radhika didi, aap se mil kar bahut achha lag raha hai," Yashasvi, beaming with a wide smile, waved enthusiastically at Radhika. [Hello Radhika didi, it's so nice to meet you.]

As the youngest member of the current team, he was meeting the baby of the entire Indian cricket fraternity with the same sense of awe and admiration that she inspired in everyone.

"Woh keh rahi hai ki tujhse milkar aacha laga, Yashi, aur she thinks ki tu bohat sweet hai," Shami said, his voice warm with affection. [She is saying that she's happy to meet you, Yashi, and she thinks you're very sweet.]

Mayank, with a flirty smile lighting up his face, extended his hand towards Radhika, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Hello, Radhika ji, Mayank Markande this side. Aap mujhe Mayu bula sakte ho." [Hello Radhika ji, Mayank Markande this side. But you can call me Mayu.]

"Ho gaya? Karli bakcho-" Shreyas began, but stopped mid-sentence as all the senior members of the ICT sent glares his way, their collective disapproval silencing him instantly. [Finished? Done with the nonsense?]

The reprimand was clear, though unspoken, and Shreyas swallowed his words, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Mera matlab, hello Radhika, it's nice to finally meet you. Kabhi pata nahi tha ki Rohit bhai ki koi behen hai, but I'm glad we finally got to meet you," he said, his voice now sincere and respectful. [I mean, hello Radhika, it's nice to finally meet you. Never knew Rohit bhai had a sister, but I'm glad we finally got to meet you.]

Rohit chuckled, shaking his head at Shreyas's antics. "Haan, meri chhoti si Khargosh," he said proudly, patting Radhika's head affectionately. "Yeh hai Khargosh, meri pyari behen. Aur tum sab ke liye yeh sirf Radhika hai." [Yes, my little Khargosh. This is Khargosh, my lovely sister. And for all of you, she is just Radhika.]

Radhika smacked her brother's arm and turned to glare at him, her expression a mix of mock annoyance and affection. Rohit's smile only widened as he pulled her close, placing a kiss on top of her head.

"Acha, acha, sorry baba!" Rohit said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. [Okay, okay, sorry!]

"Ae, suno re sab log, tum log meri Khargosh ko Khargosh bula sakte ho. Khargosh ka order hai," he added with a playful grin. [Hey, listen up everyone, you all can call her Khargosh. That's Khargosh's order.]

Radhika rolled her eyes, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile as she shook her head at her brother's antics. She signed something quickly, her hands moving gracefully, and Aditi smiles and translates, "She says you're impossible, Ro bhai."

Rohit laughed, a deep, hearty sound that seemed to lighten the atmosphere. "Arre, agar apni behen ko thoda tang bhi nahi karenge, toh bhai hone ka kya fayda?" [Oh, if I don't tease my sister a little, what's the point of being a brother?]

"Aacha ab yeh sab chodo. Hello Radhika, I am Ishan Kishan, apki best friend ka hone wala pati," Ishan said, stepping forward with a warm smile. [Alright, enough of this. Hello Radhika, I am Ishan Kishan, your best friend's future husband.]

Radhika's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to face her best friend, Aditi, who seemed to be playfully glaring at Ishan.

Was that a blush creeping up on Adi's cheeks? Radhika's curiosity was piqued as she watched the interaction between the two.

"Pehle propose toh karle, fir mere pati bhi ban jana," Aditi shaded her boyfriend, a smirk playing on her lips. [First propose, then you can become my husband.]

Ishan smirked back at her, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Arre jaaneman, jab maine pehle hi tumhe biwi maan liya hai, propose karne ki zaroorat kya?" he teased, his voice low and playful. [Oh sweetheart, when I've already considered you my wife, what's the need to propose?]

Aditi rolled her eyes, though the blush on her cheeks deepened, betraying her feelings. "Kuch bhi bolte rehte ho, Kishan. Thodi toh sharam karlo." she retorted, her tone a mix of annoyance and affection. [You keep talking nonsense, Kishan. Have some shame.}

"Arre Mrs. Kishan, agar main sharam karoon ga toh apne Rohit bhai, Radhika, Abhishek aur Nushkie bhabhi kya karenge?" Ishan responded, his playful words earning a chorus of laughter from the group. [Oh Mrs. Kishan, if I start feeling shy, what will Rohit bhai, Radhika, Abhi, and Nushkie bhabhi do?]

Aditi's eyes widened in mock horror as she glared at Ishan. "Tumhe shayad yeh pata nahi hai ki main Aditi Hundia hoon, aur hamesha rahoongi!" she declared, hands on her hips. [You might not know that I am Aditi Hundia and will always be!]

"Accha? Toh tumhe Mrs. Kishan banane ki conditions kya hain, madam?" he teased and took a step closer to Aditi, his eyes twinkling with mischief. [Oh really? So, what are the conditions to make you Mrs. Kishan, madam?]

"Conditions? Aacha toh ek din pura mere saath spend karna padega, bina phone aur bina tumhare Shubhi ke." Aditi challenged, as she tries to keep a serious expression despite herthe blush creeping up her cheeks. . [Conditions? Alright, then you'll have to spend an entire day with me, without your phone and without your Shubhi.]

Ishan's grin widened and he dramatically pulled Aditi to his side, pretending to consider the challenge deeply. "Aapka hukum sar aankhon par, madam," he declared, his tone dripping with mock solemnity. [Your wish is my command, madam.]

"Dekhte hain, Kishan. Agar tum yeh kar paaye toh sochungi," Aditi expression soften, her tone teasing yet earnest. [We'll see, Kishan. If you can do that, I'll consider it.]

The two continued to gaze into each other's eyes, their banter giving way to a deeper, unspoken understanding. The rest of the group watched, amused and intrigued by Aditi and Ishan. The love between them was visible to even Rahul Dravid and Gautam sir.

"Arre, ab bas bhi karo tum dono, ya fir yaha hi shaadi karke mano ge?" Virat decided to break the silence, his voice booming with playful authority. [Oh come on, you two, will you stop or should we just get you married right here?]

Aditi and Ishan snapped out of their trance, both blushing furiously as they looked around at their friends and family, who were all chuckling at Virat's comment.

Aditi cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure, her face still flushed. "Vi bhai, what are you saying?" she stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

The jingling of Radhika's bangles and her jhumkas captured everyone's attention, drawing their eyes towards her.

The delicate sound seemed to fill the air with a gentle melody, signaling a shift in the atmosphere. Radhika turned to Virat and Rohit, her hands moving gracefully as she began to sign.

The moment Radhika's hands started moving, both Virat and Rohit immediately forgot about everything else, their attention wholly focused on her.

It was as if the world around them faded away. Rohit's eyes softened as he watched his little sister, and Virat leaned in slightly, his eyes locked on Radhika's hands.

Virat nodded fiercely, "Arre haan, Samaira, Agastya, and Vamika ko pick karne ka time ho raha hai," he said, a sense of urgency mixed with excitement in his voice. [Oh right, it's time to pick up Samaira, Agastya, and Vamika.]

"Haan, sahi kaha Vi. Chal Ridhu, Adi, chalo," Rohit checked the time and nodded in agreement. [Yes, you're right, Vi. Let's go, Ridhu, Adi.]

"Bhai, Adi ko chod jao na yaha," Ishan whines and wraps his arms around Aditi's shoulders, his voice taking on a pleading tone that was almost childlike in its insistence. [Bhai, leave Adi here.]

Aditi gently pushed Ishan's arm away, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she moved over to Radhika. She wrapped her arm around Radhika's waist, pulling her close in a gesture of affection.

"Ji nahi, mujhe meri Ridhu ke saath jana hai. Tum apne pati ke paas jao," she teased, her tone light and teasing as she nudged Ishan away. [No, I need to go with my Ridhu. You go hang out with your husband]

"Ab meri bhi sautan hai? Radhika, mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum meri sautan ban jao gi." Ishan dramatically pouted, placing a hand over his heart as if deeply wounded by the revelation. [Now I have a rival too? Radhika, I didn't know you would become my rival.]

Radhika giggled and she feels Aditi's arm around her waist tighten slightly, a reassuring squeeze that made her feel even more cherished. Ishan just narrows his eyes at the scene and gives Aditi a stink eye.

Rohit, unable to suppress a grin at Ishan's antics, shook his head. "Ishan, tujhe aur koi kaam nahi hai? Jaa jake apne dost ko dhoond aur uske saath ghar ja," [Ishan, don't you have anything else to do? Go find your friend and go home with him.]

Ishan sighed dramatically, his shoulders slumping as he released Aditi and took a step back. "Theek hai, theek hai, main ja raha hoon," he muttered, casting one last longing glance at Aditi before turning to leave. [Alright, alright, I'm going.]

Aditi rolled her eyes, her smile never wavering as she watched Ishan walk away. She turned her attention back to Radhika, her expression softening as she brushed a strand of hair away from Radhika's face.

"Bye Rohit bhai! Bye Vi bhai! Bye Radhika!" Ishan called out over his shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness as he made his way out, leaving behind the warm laughter and affectionate banter of the group.

Rohit watched Ishan leave, shaking his head slightly with a fond smile playing on his lips. "Ye ladka bhi na," he muttered under his breath, clearly amused by Ishan's antics. [This boy.]

He then turned his attention to the rest of the group, his eyes twinkling with a blend of amusement and affection. "Chalo paltan, ab hum bhi chalte hain. Kal raat ko ghar pe woh...arre woh kya hota hai...yeh...jaha woh karte hai..." [Alright, team, let's go now. Tomorrow night at home, that... oh, what's it called... yeah... where they do that...]

"Dance?" suggested Abhishek, offering a helpful prompt as he saw Rohit struggling to find the right word.

Rohit shook his head, his chuckle barely contained. "Nahi, nahi, dance nahi," he said, still searching for the right word. "Woh jaha hum sab milte hain, aise maze karte hain...haan! Dinner. Kal mere ghar pe dinner hai. Mahi bhai, Yuvi Paa aur Sachin paji bhi aa rahe hain. Sabko aana chahiye. Aur agar koi nahi aaya, toh main sab ki maa—" ["No, no, not dance. That thing where we all meet, have fun together... ah yes! Dinner. There's dinner at my place tomorrow. Mahi bhai, Yuvi Paa, and Sachin paji are also coming. Everyone should come. And if anyone doesn't show up, then I'll-]

Before he could finish, Virat's hand darted out and pinched Rohit's ribs, cutting him off abruptly. The sharp pinch made Rohit flinch, and he turned to see Virat's stern glare.

The unspoken message was clear—Rohit had been about to let slip a swear word in front of Radhika, who was nearby and watching the exchange with mild curiosity.

Rohit's eyes widened in understanding, and he quickly corrected himself with an apologetic grin. "Bas yeh kehna tha ki dinner hai, aur sabko aana chahiye. Khana achha hoga, aur sab milenge. Samjhe?"" he said, his tone earnest. [Just that, the dinner is tomorrow and everyone needs to attend. The food will be nice and you'll get everything.]

Virat's stern expression softened slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes as he saw Rohit's genuine attempt to steer the conversation back on track. He gave a brief nod, signaling that all was forgiven.

Meanwhile, Axar placed a comforting hand on top of Radhika's head, his gesture gentle and supportive. "Ok bacha, kal milenge. Aapna dhyan rakhna, theek hai?" he said, his voice warm and reassuring, as he offered Radhika a comforting smile. [Okay, kid, see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself, okay?]

Radhika looked up at Axar, her eyes reflecting the gratitude she felt deeply. She nodded softly, her expression full of warmth and appreciation for his kind words. The look in her eyes conveyed a heartfelt acknowledgment of his concern and care, making the moment all the more meaningful.

KL Rahul was next to approach, and gently placed a hand on Radhika's head, a gesture of both protection and affection. "Teri Bhabhi yaad kar rahi thi tujhe, kal toh teri khair nahi hai. Tujhe pata hai na Athiya tujhe leke kitni excited hoti hai?" he said, his voice filled with warmth as he spoke of his wife, Athiya, who had always held a special fondness for Radhika. [Your sister-in-law was asking about you, you're in trouble tomorrow. You know how excited Athiya gets about you, right?]

Radhika nodded her head from side to side, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she recalled the countless times Athiya had showered her with love and attention.

"Sanjana yeh news sune gi toh raat ko hi Rohit ke ghar pe aane ki zid karegi," Bumrah chimed in, grinning widely as he joined the conversation. [Sanjana will hear about this and insist on coming over to Rohit's place tonight itself.]

"Haan, apni bhabhis ki baby jo hai apni Ridhu," Ruturaj interjected, his tone playful as he joined in on the teasing. [Of course, Ridhu is the baby of all our sisters-in-law.]

Radhika couldn't help but blush deeper, her smile widening as she felt the love and warmth from everyone around her.

She was used to the teasing, but there was something special about how they all doted on her, making her feel like the baby of the entire cricket family, not just among the current players, but even the retired ones who still kept in touch.

"Mujhe toh aaj tak yaad hai, Hazel bhabhi, Anjali bhabhi, aur Sakshi bhabhi jab apni Ridhu ko pehli baar mile the," Jadeja bhai continues as he leans against Shami bhai. [I still remember the first time Hazel bhabhi, Anjali bhabhi, and Sakshi bhabhi met our Ridhu. For Anjali bhabhi, Ridhu is her baby—her daughter.]

"Aur Sara? Woh ladki toh Ridhu ko jaane hi nahin dene wali thi Coimbatore. Aise roh rahi thi jaise Ridhu ki vidaai ho," Kuldeep bhai chimed in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. [And Sara? That girl wasn't going to let Ridhu leave for Coimbatore. She was crying as if it was Ridhu's wedding send-off.]

The group erupted in laughter at Kuldeep's teasing, but the moment was abruptly interrupted as Aditi shot him a sharp glare, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Before Kuldeep could even think of a way to backtrack, Rohit and Virat were already in motion, their hands moving in perfect synchronization as they delivered playful smacks to the back of his head.

"Vidaai ki baat kyu kar raha hai, yaar?" Rohit chided, though his tone was more amused than angry. [Why are you talking about a wedding send-off, man?]

Radhika, now pulled into the protective circle of Virat's sweaty embrace, looked up at him with wide eyes, caught between giggles and slight embarrassment.

Virat, ever the older brother, squeezed her shoulders reassuringly and continued, "Ridhu, tu iski bakwas pe dhyaan mat de. Shaadi-vadhi kuch nahi hota." [Ridhu, don't pay attention to his nonsense. There's no wedding or anything like that.]

He leaned down, speaking in a mock-serious tone that had everyone grinning. "Agar kisi ki vidaai hogi na, toh woh tere pati ki hogi. Ghar jamai bana ke le aayenge!" [If anyone's getting a wedding send-off, it'll be your husband. We'll bring him in as a stay-at-home son-in-law!]

The entire group burst into another round of laughter at Virat's words, and Radhika blushed even harder, her face now completely hidden in Virat's chest as she tried to contain her laughter.

However, a whine captured everyone's attention. Aditi stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her lips, clearly not happy with the direction the conversation had taken.

"Uss Sara ka naam kyu liya? Kitna accha din tha, aur aapne uska naam le kar ke sab bigaad diya," she grumbled, shooting an exaggerated glare at Kuldeep. [Why did you have to bring up Sara? It was such a good day, and you ruined it by mentioning her.]

The moment Aditi's words hung in the air, the entire group shifted from their playful banter to a tense, yet familiar, silence. The smirks on the senior players' faces hinted that they knew exactly what was coming. This wasn't the first time Aditi Hundia and Sara Tendulkar had been at odds over Radhika Sharma, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Aditi and Sara's rivalry over Radhika had become the stuff of legend among the Indian Cricket Team. It was an unspoken truth that whenever Radhika was around, Aditi and Sara would inevitably find themselves vying for her attention, each trying to outdo the other in ways that ranged from the subtle to the downright ridiculous.

It had all started innocently enough. When Radhika had first been introduced to them, both Aditi and Sara had taken an instant liking to her. They were drawn to her sweet and quiet nature, and the way she communicated without the need of words.

At first, it was all smiles and polite exchanges between Aditi and Sara. But as time went on, it became clear that both women were vying for the title of Radhika's number one.

It was like watching two alpha lions circling the same prey, each trying to assert dominance in the most subtle, yet obvious ways.

Who could make her laugh the most? Who could spend the most time with her? Who could buy her the best gifts?

What began as lighthearted fun gradually turned into something more intense. There was that infamous team dinner where Aditi and Sara had practically fought over who got to sit next to Radhika.

It started with polite insistence, escalated into a not-so-gentle game of tug-of-war with Radhika's chair, and ended with Virat and Rohit having to physically separate the two before things got out of hand.

Even the gifts had become a point of contention. If Aditi bought Radhika a beautiful scarf, Sara would show up the next day with a matching pair of gloves.

If Sara treated Radhika to a spa day, Aditi would follow up with a weekend getaway to a quiet resort. It became less about the gifts themselves and more about making sure the other knew who Radhika's favorite was.

The senior players had learned to tread carefully around the topic, knowing that it could ignite a friendly but fierce rivalry at any moment. They'd seen enough of Aditi and Sara's playful jabs to know that while it was mostly in good fun, neither was willing to back down easily.

Kuldeep bhai, who had unwittingly stirred the pot, now looked like he wanted to disappear into the ground. He knew better than to bring up Sara's name, especially in front of Aditi, but it had slipped out in the heat of the moment.

But here, our Ridhu, oblivious to the tension, simply smiled at the memory of both Sara and Aditi. She had always found their rivalry amusing, even endearing. To her, it was just proof of how much they both cared about her.

Kuldeep, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, nervously scratched the back of his head. "Mujhse galti ho gayi, bhai," he mumbled, looking apologetically at Aditi. [I made a mistake, brother.]

"Galti?" Surya bhai chimed in with a mischievous grin, leaning back in his chair. "Bhai, yeh galti nahi, paap hai!" [Mistake? Brother, this isn't a mistake, it's a sin!]

"Arre bhai, bas kar yaar," Rohit bhai said, trying to ease the tension with a chuckle. "Yeh Sara-Aditi ka yeh...woh katam karo." [Just stop this...this Sara-Aditi thing... just end this...]

Everyone paused for a second, waiting for Rohit to finish his sentence.

Seeing the expectant looks from his teammates, Rohit scratched his head, clearly trying to remember the word. "Arre yaar, matlab, woh... katam karo, bas," he said, laughing at himself. [Yaar, I mean, just... end it, that's all.]

Virat couldn't help but join in, shaking his head with a smile. "Haan haan, katam karo, bhai. Bas samajh gaye," he teased, giving Rohit a friendly nudge. [Yeah, yeah, finish it, brother. We got it.]

Tum log sab milke mujhe hi villain bana rahe ho, hai na?" Aditi said, her voice carrying a lingering irritation. [You all are making me the villain, right?]

Tilak, who had been watching the exchange with a confused look, couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Par yeh Sara di ne kya kiya?" he asked again, his brows furrowed. [But what did Sara di do?]

Before anyone could answer, Virat bhai ruffled Tilak's hair, a fond smile on his face. "Tu chhota hai, Tillu. Abhi nahi samjhega," he said, laughing softly. [You're too young, Tillu. You won't understand yet.]

Tilak pouted but nodded, accepting that some things were just beyond his current understanding.

Radhika couldn't help but smile at his innocence. She appreciated how he was still new to these dynamics, yet eager to be part of the group.

Gambhir, who had been observing the whole exchange quietly, finally spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Chalo, ab Ridhu ko rest karne do ghar jaake. Kal dinner pe toh mil hi rahe hai. Ab relax karne do usse." [Alright, let's let Ridhu go home and rest now. We are meeting for dinner tomorrow, so let's drop this. Let her relax.]

Radhika knew it was time to say her goodbyes. She had become the center of attention, and while she loved the warmth and affection, she also knew she had to slip away quietly—just like she always did.

Surya bhau noticed Radhika shifting her weight. He gave her a gentle pat on the head, his smile calm yet affectionate. "Chal, Ridhu, ab ghar jao aur aaram karo.." [Alright, Ridhu, go home and rest now.]

"Haan, Ridhu ko aaram ki zaroorat hai. Aakhir Coimbatore se train mein travel kar ke aayi hai. Chal, jake rest kar," Siraj bhai added, his usual playful grin intact. [Yes, Ridhu needs rest. After all, she's traveled from Coimbatore by train. Go, take some rest.]

Yashasvi, the youngest of the group, stepped forward with a shy smile. "Bye Radhika didi, aapse milkar bohat acha laga," he said, his voice full of genuine admiration. [Bye Radhika didi, it was really nice meeting you.]

Radhika turned towards Yashasvi, her heart melting at his sweet words. She gave him a warm, affectionate smile, her eyes conveying all the kindness she couldn't put into words.

Yashasvi, still a bit starstruck by her presence, blushed slightly and scratched the back of his head, clearly unsure of what to say next.

"Bye Radhika ji, aapne Mayu se milne aate rehna," Mayank teased, busy sticking a new decal on his bat. [Bye, Radhika ji, make sure you keep visiting Mayu.]

Before Radhika could react, Rohit's voice boomed across the group, full of mock seriousness. "Abe! Meri behen se flirt kar raha hai? Daar nahi lagta, marna hai tujhe?" he quipped, raising an eyebrow in playful warning. [Hey! Are you flirting with my sister? Aren't you afraid? Do you have a death wish?]

"Arre bhai, mazaak kar raha tha yaar!" Mayank looked up, his eyes wide with feigned fear, and immediately burst into laughter along with the rest of the group. [Bhai, I was just joking.]

Rishabh pushes Abhishek to the side, making the boy scowl, "Bye Radhika ji. Mujhe zayada miss mat karna." [Bye Radhika ji. Don't miss me too much.]

Radhika tried to keep her smile in check, but the sight of Rishabh's exaggerated antics made it impossible. Her lips curved into a wider smile, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

Abhishek, not one to be outdone, crossed his arms and shot Rishabh a mock glare. "Yeh toh pehli baar hi mil rahi hai tujhe, aur tu itna over ho raha hai," he quipped, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. [This is the first time she's meeting you, and you're already being so over-the-top.]

Rishabh's grin widened as he added, "Arre, Ro bhai ki behen, meri behen, simple logic hai na!" [C'mon, Rohit's sister is like my sister, simple logic!]

Bumrah shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Rishabh's antics. "Radhika, tu inka chod, tu ghar jaa aur so jaa. Main tere liye mummy ke haath ka chana masala leke aaonga. Angad bhi tujhe milne ke liye excited hai." [Radhika, forget these guys, just go home and rest. I'll bring you Mom's special chana masala. Even Angad is excited to meet you.]

Shami bhai teases as he grins at Bumrah, "Bumrah, tu abhi se bribing shuru kar raha hai? Radhika ko chana masala ke chakkar mein mat fasa, yaar. Apne bhaiyo se door le jaane ka plan toh nahi hai na?" [Bumrah, you're already trying to bribe her? Don't trap Radhika with chana masala.]

Bumrah chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Arre, Shami bhai, yeh bribing nahi, special treatment hai! Waise bhi, tu jaanta hai, Radhika ko chana masala pasand hai." [Shami bhai, this is not bribing, it's just special treatment! Anyway, you know Radhika loves chana masala.]

Radhika's eyes sparkled with affection as she watched the group around her, feeling the warmth of their brotherhood. She knew that even without words, her presence was valued—her silence never a barrier but a thread that wove her closer to these boys who had become like brothers over the years.

Jadeja walked over to her side, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Ridhu, ab tu ghar jaa. Kal subah jaldi uthna hai aur yeh toh dramebaaz hai." [Ridhu, you go home now. Tomorrow morning, you need to wake up early, and these guys are just full of drama.]

"Haan, haan chalo. Agu ka toh tum logon ko pata hai. School khatam hote hi usse bhaag na hota hai," Hardik said, appearing beside them with his kit bag slung over his shoulder and both Rohit's and Virat's kits in his hands. [Yeah, yeah, let's go. You all know how Agastya is. As soon as school ends, he's ready to run.]

A chorus of goodbyes and see-you-tomorrows rang out as Radhika prepared to leave. Each one of them gave her a fond wave or a quick side hug, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and affection.

Radhika turned and waved one last time before heading towards the car with Rohit, Virat, Hardik, and Aditi. Rohit walked beside her, placing a protective arm around her shoulders as they made their way through the parking lot.

As they walked, Rohit looked down at Radhika, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Thak gayi, Khargosh?" he asked gently, knowing how much energy it took for her to interact with everyone, even though she did it with so much love. [Are you tired, Khargosh?]

Radhika shook her head, signing quickly. Her expression full of contentment, conveying how she has no issue with interacting with each of her brothers.

Rohit chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Haan, janta hoon ki tujhe tere bhai kitne pyare hai, lekin sab thoda hi woh karde dete hai," he teased, glancing at Virat and Hardik, who were engaged in their own animated conversation beside him. [Yes, I know how much you love your brothers, but sometimes they do a bit too much of that.]

"Ae Panda! Mujhe bol raha hai? Maar doonga!" Virat exclaimed, raising an eyebrow and flexing his muscles in an exaggerated manner. [Hey Panda! Are you talking about me? I'll beat you up!]

Rohit grinned, knowing exactly how to rile up Virat. "Haan, haan, tujhe hi bol raha hoon. Dekh na Khargosh, aise hi yeh mujhe marta tha jab tu yaha thi nahi thi." [Yes, yes, I'm talking about you. See, Khargosh, this is how he used to hit me when you weren't around.]

Radhika watched as Virat, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, suddenly lunged forward and pulled both Hardik and Rohit into a headlock, his arms around their necks as they all burst into laughter. The three of them stumbled around, pretending to wrestle, their laughter echoing through the parking lot.

Radhika felt a wave of warmth wash over her. The sight of her brother and his friends—no, her brothers—laughing and goofing around like this filled her heart with a sense of belonging that words could never fully capture.

She realized that this, right here, was home. Not just the place they lived, but the people who made it feel like a place she never wanted to leave.

Studying in Coimbatore was fun, but it was moments like these that made her realize how much she missed being around her family.

The hustle and bustle of her college life, with its endless lectures and late-night study sessions, had its own charm, but it couldn't compare to the simple joy of being surrounded by the people who knew her better than anyone else.

The ones who made her laugh without trying, who teased her mercilessly but would drop everything to protect her if she needed them.

In Coimbatore, she had friends, sure, and she was slowly building her own life there. But nothing could replace the way Rohit bhai would ruffle her hair just to annoy her, or how Virat bhai would pull her into one of his bear hugs, lifting her off the ground like she was a little kid again.

Even Hardik bhai, with his endless energy and mischievous smile, had a way of making her feel like she was always in the center of the action, always part of the fun.

As they made their way to the car, she could feel the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with her. It had been a long journey, and the excitement of seeing everyone again had kept her going, but now, all she wanted was to relax and soak in the comfort of being home.

Rohit bhai noticed her tiredness immediately and without a word, he draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they walked. His touch was gentle, reassuring, and it made her feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch her as long as he was there.

Once they were in the car, Radhika settled into the passenger seat beside Rohit, the familiar smell of the old upholstery and the faint hum of the engine bringing back memories of countless car rides with her brother.

Rohit reached over and pulled her even closer, his arm around her shoulders once more, but this time, he rested his chin on the top of her head. The gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared.

He then placed a small, tender kiss on the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment as if to say, "You're home now. You're safe."

Radhika closed her eyes, leaning into her brother's embrace. The world outside the car felt distant, the noise of the city muffled as they drove through the streets.

For a moment, it was just the two of them, the steady rhythm of Rohit's breathing and the comforting weight of his arm around her providing a sense of peace she hadn't realized she needed.

As they drove, the sun shining through the window, casting soft shadows inside the car. Radhika let her thoughts drift, recalling the many car rides they'd shared over the years.

From school runs to late-night ice cream trips, these moments had always been special, a time when it was just her and Rohit, sharing stories, teasing each other, or simply sitting in comfortable silence.

No matter where life took them, these small moments were what made their bond unbreakable.

Rohit didn't say much during the drive, but he didn't need to. His presence was enough, a silent reminder that he was there for her, always.

And Radhika knew that no matter how far she traveled, no matter how much she grew and changed, she would always have a place here, by his side.

To anyone else, he might seem like just another older brother, but to Radhika, he was so much more. He was her confidant, her protector, her partner in crime.

He was the one who had been there through every high and low, who had cheered her on in every success and picked her up after every fall.

Radhika knew that no matter how far she traveled, no matter how much she grew and changed, she would always have a place here, by his side.

Life might take her to different cities, different experiences, but this—this was constant. Her bhai was her home, the person she could always return to, no matter what.

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