Chapter 61: The Reckoning
The final wickets of the Goalpara innings fell with a quick, demoralizing finality. The structural damage inflicted by Raghav's three-over blitz had been too severe for the tail-enders to mend. Kamrup's meager 120-run total proved to be a fortress built of fear.
The entire Goalpara team, which had walked out with arrogant confidence, was bundled out for 78 runs in the 21st over.
The Kamrup players mobbed Raghav. They were celebrating not just the win, but the miracle. Four wickets for five runs. A performance so brutal, so decisive, it instantly validated Sarma's insane selection.
Raghav stood at the center of the celebrating mass, his uniform sticky with sweat, his right arm throbbing with a dull, heavy agony. His face was pale, his eyes focused inward, dealing with the structural debt he had just incurred.
Coach Khanna's loud, sharp whistle cut through the chaos. "IN! NOW! Pack the kit! We have three hours before the next match."
