The air had shifted in the dusty ground. Mohith's brilliant hundred was still echoing in chants from the crowd, but now everyone's eyes had turned to a new storm about to sweep the pitch—Arjun's storm.His name carried weight in the town—not just because he was talented, but because his family's influence had already secured him a place in the district team. His reputation was untouchable. He was cricket's chosen one in this little town. Until Mohith's innings today.Now, as Arjun walked toward the pitch in his spotless whites, new pads gleaming and bat shining like a polished sword, there was fire simmering in those eyes. The humiliation Mohith had dealt him earlier—the one-ball six into the skies in Episode 1—still burned inside. And Mohith's 121 had multiplied that insult.For Arjun, this wasn't just about chasing 211 runs. This was about crushing Mohith—for once and for all.The Beginning of the ChaseAs Arjun tapped his bat on the crease, his teammates muttered words of confidence. His stride was regal, effortless. The crowd was split—half of them chanting for "Arjun!", the other half still chanting "Mohith!" louder.From mid-off, Mohith watched silently, sweat dripping, cracked bat replaced now with captain's focus. This was his test, too. It wasn't about just scoring runs anymore—it was about defending them, building his team as warriors.Mohith (inner voice):
"My bat was the sword. Now… my mind must be the shield."He gestured to his team, bringing them into a huddle before the field was set. Kids barefoot, with mismatched kits, but their eyes shone as much as his.Mohith:
"We fought to put up 210. And now we fight even harder. Every ball, every run… we do not give them freely. Stand tall. This match is not theirs—it's ours."Every single teammate nodded, finding courage reflected in his burning eyes.Arjun's First BallThe umpire raised a hand. Arjun to face. Silence spread. The bowler, Rafiq, a medium pacer, stormed in and delivered the first ball.Arjun didn't leave it. Didn't block. Didn't nudge.He lifted his arms, clean swing—CRACK!The ball flew like a bullet into the skies, disappearing well beyond the crowd at long-on. Six. First ball.The crowd erupted. Arjun didn't even celebrate. He turned his eyes directly to Mohith and pointed his bat, cold and deliberate.Arjun:
"Watch closely. This is what a real batsman looks like."Mohith clenched his jaw but didn't answer.Arjun wasn't batting for runs. He was batting to kill Mohith's spirit.The AssaultOver the next few overs, Arjun destroyed everything in sight. Short balls were pulled for six, drives carved through gaps effortlessly. The ball whistled when it left his bat. Every stroke was brutal, every swing majestic.The score leapt as Arjun dragged his side quickly close to fifty inside just 3 overs. The crowd began to tilt toward him again—"Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!" filling the air.Mohith ran across field placements, repositioning teammates, adjusting tactics. But every ball that beat the field ended in more frustration, more runs. His ragtag bowlers were breaking down under the pressure.Team bowler Kiran (panting):
"Mohith… he's reading us like an open book. What can we do?"Mohith's eyes narrowed as he watched Arjun smirk after another six over midwicket.Mohith (inner voice):
"He's trying to show the world he's untouchable. His arrogance is his weapon… but it's also his weakness."The Turning PointJust as Arjun raised his fifty inside 20 balls, Pavan walked over to Mohith from mid-on. He was sweating, worried.Pavan:
"If he continues like this, we can't stop him… Who stops Arjun?"Mohith turned his head to the far boundary—where a lanky, quiet boy had been warming up alone with an old ball scarred from years of play. His name was Dhruva. Not rich, not famous, not stylish. No one in the crowd even noticed him. But Mohith had seen something.Mohith:
"There's one person who can break him. Dhruva."Pavan blinked.
Pavan:
"But… Dhruva barely gets picked in school matches. He doesn't have pace, he doesn't even—"Mohith (cutting in, firmly):
"No. Trust me. Dhruva's ball isn't pace. It's patience. Arjun won't see it coming."The Duel – Dhruva vs ArjunThe 8th over. Crowd restless. Score soaring past 90 already. The match felt gone. Mohith tossed the ball to Dhruva. The ground murmured in confusion.Kid in crowd:
"Who's this guy?"Another cheers for Arjun:
"Arjun will destroy him too!"But Dhruva's eyes were calm, almost too calm, as he measured his run-up.The first ball—just a slow delivery, looping. Arjun smirked.Arjun (mocking):
"What is this village bowling?"He charged forward, swinging wildly.SWISH. The ball dipped a fraction later than expected, spinning sharply. Arjun missed completely.The crowd gasped.Second ball. Same loop, drifting away. Arjun's eyes blazed now. He wouldn't let this unseen bowler mock him. He stepped down again, trying to loft over covers.But the ball gripped the pitch, turned away… edge taken! Straight into Pavan's safe hands at slip!Silence. Then eruption. Arjun… OUT. For 52.The Silence After the WicketArjun froze in place. For the first time, his arrogance cracked. His polished bat trembled in his hands as he turned, glaring at Dhruva in disbelief.Arjun (inner voice):
"This… how? This wasn't supposed to… end like this…"Because in his script, he was the only hero. But Dhruva had erased him instantly.The crowd flipped in energy, chanting "Dhru-va! Dhru-va! Dhru-va!" as the quiet boy lifted his arms shyly. His teammates rushed him, cheering.Mohith walked up, clapping his back.Mohith:
"Perfect. You didn't just bowl a ball… you broke a storm."Dhruva smiled faintly. For the first time, he believed in himself.The CollapseWith Arjun gone, confidence drained from his teammates. Wickets started tumbling. Mohith rotated his bowlers cleverly, even bringing himself on for a couple of overs, tying batsmen down with clever angles.The opposition's swagger eroded until the impossible target now looked like a mountain. The dust, the cries, and the disbelief filled the ground.When the 20 overs finally ended, the scoreboard glared: Arjun's Team – 162/8. Mohith's Team wins by 48 runs.ClosingAs the handshakes lined up, Arjun refused to meet Mohith's eyes, biting his lip furiously. The crowd was no longer chanting his name—it was Mohith and Dhruva they were roaring for.Pavan clapped Mohith's shoulder.
Pavan:
"You weren't wrong. Victory wasn't just your bat. Today, it was your belief."Mohith looked out at the field, the sun setting over the dusty ground. His cracked bat in one hand, his team gathered around him, a smile forming.Mohith (inner voice):
"This was just the beginning. If I can turn a storm into silence here… then the world stage awaits me.
"Title screen:
"Next Time: The Call from the District Scouts"