The evening air over the NEXUS Smart Stadium hummed with a different kind of tension. It was not the loud, chaotic anticipation of a regular league match. It was a heavy, suffocating weight that settled over the packed stands.
High above the pristine green outfield, the Spidercam whizzed across its cables. A broadcast drone swept over the stadium's exterior, capturing the programmable LED shell pulsing in a fierce, continuous, fiery orange.
In the Star Sports commentary box, the global broadcast went live.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the grand finale of the VIVO IPL 2018," Harsha Bhogle's voice carried over the airwaves. "We are coming to you from this marvel of modern architecture, the NEXUS Smart Stadium in Hyderabad. The atmosphere tonight is simply staggering. It is the Chennai Super Kings, returning to the summit, taking on the unbeaten, unstoppable force of the Sunrisers Hyderabad."
"It's a colosseum, Harsha," Ian Bishop added, his deep baritone setting the stage. "Look at the sea of orange down there. The Sunrisers are chasing sporting immortality tonight. Sixteen matches, sixteen wins. They are one victory away from becoming the 'Invincibles' and securing an unprecedented three-peat."
Inside the premium hospitality boxes, the environment resembled a major award ceremony. Kalanithi Maran and Kavya Maran stood near the front of the owner's box along with their family, their hands clasped tightly.
Victory Venkatesh leaned against the glass partition, whistling loudly as the teams walked out. Nearby, Telangana IT Minister K.T. Rama Rao and BCCI officials Rajeev Shukla and C.K. Khanna took their seats.
A few boxes down, the environment was focused. Sachin Tendulkar sat in a comfortable leather chair, wearing a simple orange shirt. Anjali Tendulkar and their daughter Sara sat next to him. They were not here as neutral observers tonight; they were here to watch Arjun play his first major final.
Across the VIP tier, in a private suite, Krithika was practically vibrating with nervous energy. She wore a bright orange SRH jacket. The twins, Rishi and Aadhya, were safely back at the Shamshabad farmhouse, being looked after by Siddanth's parents. The noise of the stadium—currently reading 110 decibels on the broadcast graphic—was simply too loud for the infants.
"I can't sit down," Krithika announced, pacing behind the plush leather recliners.
"Breathe, Krithi," Riya laughed, holding a mocktail. Kavya nodded in agreement.
Anjali, matching her sister's frantic energy, was leaning against the glass, waving a SRH flag. Behind them, Sameer, Arjun, and Feroz lounged on the sofas, debating field placements.
Krithika checked her phone. A message from Sesikala sat on the screen: They just drank their milk and fell asleep. Do not worry about them. Watch the match.
Locking the screen, Krithika let out a small breath, walked to the front row, and gripped the glass partition as the umpires called play.
The Chennai Super Kings openers, Ambati Rayudu and Faf du Plessis, took their guard.
Bhuvneshwar Kumar started proceedings with the new white ball. He ran in smoothly, finding immediate swing. Du Plessis played cautiously, respecting the movement, offering a solid, straight bat.
However, the respect did not last long. Rayudu, enjoying the form of his life, decided to break the shackles in the third over. He stepped down the track to Siddarth Kaul, driving him powerfully through the covers.
"He's hit that miles!" Michael Slater roared on the commentary as the ball crashed into the boundary cushions. Two balls later, Rayudu pulled a short delivery over the mid-wicket rope.
The Chennai openers built a rapid, aggressive partnership. They rotated the strike efficiently, stealing quick singles and pushing the Sunrisers fielders. The Win Predictor graphic on the broadcast flickered, shifting slightly in CSK's favor as the scoreboard read a dangerous 54 for no loss at the end of the powerplay.
Standing at mid-off, Siddanth observed the pitch. It was hard and true, offering excellent value for stroke play. The fast bowlers were bleeding runs.
He signaled for a bowling change, tossing the ball to his young leg-spinner.
Mayank Markande marked his run-up. The young bowler looked slightly nervous facing the experienced Chennai openers.
Siddanth walked over before the first delivery. "Do not rush," he told the spinner quietly. "Toss the ball up. Make them reach for it. If they hit you, they hit you. Just focus on your wrist position."
Markande nodded. He ran in and floated a beautiful leg-break. Rayudu drove it for a single.
Du Plessis took the strike. Markande bowled a slightly flatter delivery, sliding it toward the leg stump. Du Plessis tried to sweep but missed, the ball thudding into his pads. A loud appeal followed, but the umpire shook his head.
"Look at the revolutions he's putting on the ball," Murali Kartik analyzed, as the HawkEye graphic showed the delivery spinning sharply. "Siddanth Deva knows how to use his wrist spinners to choke the scoring rate."
The pressure began to mount. In the tenth over, it forced an error.
Rayudu attempted to slog-sweep Markande over the deep mid-wicket boundary. The ball dipped a fraction earlier than expected. The shot caught the top edge, swirling high into the night sky. Shikhar Dhawan settled underneath it, taking a safe, reverse-cup catch.
The SRH dugout erupted. Tom Moody pumped his fist, while VVS Laxman clapped enthusiastically.
The opening stand was broken at 82.
Suresh Raina walked out to the middle. Known for his aggressive intent against spin, Raina immediately tried to assert dominance, stepping out and hitting Markande for a straight boundary.
Siddanth decided it was time to intervene personally. He took his cap off, handing it to the umpire.
Taking the ball, he set a specific field for the left-handed Raina. He moved the deep square leg fielder finer and brought mid-off inside the circle.
Running in from the Pavilion End, Siddanth did not bowl raw pace. He rolled his fingers entirely across the seam, delivering a heavy, gripping off-cutter.
Raina, expecting pace on the ball, threw his hands at a wide delivery. The lack of speed deceived him. The ball took a thick outside edge. Wriddhiman Saha, standing up to the stumps, caught the ball cleanly in his gloves.
"Edged and taken! That is a captain's wicket!" Sunil Gavaskar exclaimed. "He brought himself on, set the trap, and rolled his fingers over the seam perfectly!"
The Sunrisers players celebrated. Raina walked off the field. Chennai was 95 for 2.
MS Dhoni walked down the steps. The stadium decibel meter flashed onto the broadcast screen, instantly spiking to an ear-splitting 112 dB as the crowd chanted, "Dhoni! Dhoni!"
The middle overs became a tactical chess match. Dhoni and du Plessis accumulated runs carefully, refusing to take unnecessary risks against Siddanth and Rashid Khan. They waited for the loose deliveries, punishing anything that strayed onto the pads. Stephen Fleming, sitting in the CSK dugout, nodded approvingly at the consolidation.
In the fifteenth over, Siddanth threw the ball to Arjun Tendulkar.
Up in the VIP stands, Sachin leaned forward in his leather seat, his eyes fixed on his son pride radiating from his face.
Arjun ran in to bowl to MS Dhoni. The teenager kept his nerve. He bowled a full, wide delivery, keeping it away from Dhoni's hitting arc. Dhoni pushed it to point for a single.
Du Plessis took the strike. Arjun attempted a slower bouncer. The South African batsman picked it early, swiveling and pulling it hard toward the fine-leg boundary. The ball raced across the grass for four runs.
Arjun walked back to his mark, looking frustrated.
Siddanth walked past him from mid-off. "Adjust your length," Siddanth said simply. "He is waiting on the back foot. Bowl full and straight."
Arjun nodded. He ran in again. This time, he executed a perfect, fast yorker aimed at the base of the middle stump. Du Plessis tried to dig it out but was incredibly late. The ball crashed into the woodwork.
Arjun let out a loud shout, pumping his fist. The stadium erupted into a new chant, "Sachin! Sachin!" honoring the legacy continuing on the field.
"What a delivery! Right at the base of the stumps!" Ian Bishop roared. "And look at the smile on the Little Master's face in the stands! Every father dreams of watching their son succeed on the highest stage!"
The final five overs saw Chennai accelerate. Dwayne Bravo joined Dhoni, and the two experienced finishers targeted Kaul and Bhuvneshwar. Bravo hit two massive sixes over long-on, while Dhoni manipulated the field, running hard twos.
Chennai Super Kings finished their twenty overs posting a very challenging total of 188 for 5.
Walking off the field, the Sunrisers players looked focused. Chasing 189 in a final against a highly experienced bowling attack was going to require a monumental effort.
The innings break passed quickly.
Siddanth and Shikhar Dhawan walked out to the center. The crowd chanted their names, hoping for a strong start. The LED ribbon boards circling the tiers flashed bright orange.
Deepak Chahar took the new ball for Chennai. The young fast bowler was known for his ability to swing the ball both ways in the powerplay.
He ran in and bowled a beautiful, full-length delivery that shaped away slightly from the left-handed Dhawan.
Dhawan, threw his hands at the ball without moving his feet properly. The late swing caught the very edge of the bat. MS Dhoni moved quickly to his right, taking a sharp, low catch.
"He's got him!" Simon Doull announced. "Deepak Chahar strikes early! Dhawan goes after a wide one, and MS Dhoni makes no mistake."
The broadcast immediately pulled up the UltraEdge graphic, showing a massive spike as the ball passed the willow. Mike Hussey clapped aggressively in the CSK dugout.
Up in the VIP box, Krithika gasped, squeezing Anjali's hand so hard her knuckles turned white. "No, no, no," she muttered, staring at the screen.
The stadium went silent. The pressure of the final had arrived instantly.
Kane Williamson walked out to bat at number three. He tapped gloves with Siddanth in the middle of the pitch.
"The ball is moving," Siddanth noted calmly. "We build the partnership. No risks in the powerplay."
Williamson nodded. The two batsmen settled into a rhythm of caution. The Pitch Map graphic displayed a cluster of deliveries outside the off-stump, showing Chahar and Lungi Ngidi bowling with immaculate discipline. Williamson and Siddanth defended the good deliveries and pushed the ball softly into the gaps for quick singles.
As they crossed for a run at the end of the fourth over, Dhoni walked up to the stumps to adjust the field.
"A bit wide today, Mahi bhai?" Siddanth asked casually, tapping his bat.
"Just plugging your cover drive, Sid," Dhoni replied smoothly from behind the grill, signaling the point fielder deeper. "Have to make you work for it."
The powerplay ended with Sunrisers struggling at 38 for 1. The required run rate was climbing steadily.
MS Dhoni introduced spin from both ends. Harbhajan Singh and Ravindra Jadeja began rushing through their overs, darting the ball into the pads and giving the batsmen no room to free their arms.
It was the ninth over. Jadeja was bowling. Siddanth was on strike, batting on 24.
Dhoni crouched behind the stumps. He looked at the field. He raised his right glove slightly, waving a finger. The deep square leg fielder quietly moved ten yards finer, opening up a tempting gap in the mid-wicket region.
Siddanth, tapping his bat, noticed the subtle movement in his peripheral vision. He stepped away from the crease, pulling away before Jadeja could start his run-up.
Siddanth looked back at Dhoni. A smirk touched his lips. The stump microphone picked up the audio perfectly for the live broadcast.
"Mahi bhai," Siddanth said. "The gap is too obvious. You want me to play the slog sweep against the spin."
Dhoni did not stand up. He adjusted his helmet grille, chuckling softly.
"Just putting the cheese in the trap, Sid," Dhoni replied, completely unbothered by the tension. "Let's see if the mouse bites."
Siddanth laughed lightly. He took his guard again.
Jadeja ran in and bowled a flat delivery, angling it into the leg stump.
Siddanth did not sweep. He stepped forward, met the pitch of the ball perfectly, and drove it with a straight bat directly past the bowler. The ball raced down the ground for a boundary.
"The mouse likes playing straight today," Siddanth remarked casually.
"Noted," Dhoni smiled, signaling the deep fielder back to his original position.
"Fascinating insights on the stump mic!" Sanjay Manjrekar chuckled in the commentary box. "A brilliant game of chess playing out between the two sharpest minds in Indian cricket."
Despite the relaxed banter, the match situation was becoming critical. Williamson played a beautiful, anchoring innings, reaching his half-century with quiet elegance. But he fell in the fourteenth over, caught at deep cover trying to force the pace against Dwayne Bravo.
Sunrisers were 115 for 2. They needed 74 runs from 36 balls. The Win Predictor graphic flashed on screen: CSK 65%, SRH 35%.
Muttiah Muralitharan paced nervously at the back of the SRH dugout.
Shubman Gill walked out, looking nervous. Siddanth met him halfway.
"Just give me the strike, Shubman," Siddanth instructed. "Run hard. I will handle the boundaries."
The fifteenth over began. Siddanth shifted his stance. The period of consolidation was over. It was time to hunt.
Shardul Thakur steamed in, bowling a heavy length delivery. Siddanth stepped slightly outside the leg stump, clearing his arms, and punched the ball brutally through extra cover for a boundary. The next ball was a bouncer. Siddanth swiveled and pulled it violently into the deep square leg stands for a massive six.
"He's shifting gears!" Slater yelled. "The captain decides enough is enough!"
In the VIP box, Krithika jumped out of her seat, screaming as the ball sailed into the crowd. She threw her arms around Riya, abandoning her composed demeanor.
Dhoni rotated his bowlers desperately. He brought Lungi Ngidi back into the attack.
Ngidi bowled with terrifying pace, hitting 145 kilometers an hour. He aimed a perfect, toe-crushing yorker directly at the base of the middle stump.
Siddanth dropped to one knee, opened the face of his bat horizontally, and used the raw pace of the bowler to guide the ball delicately over the wicketkeeper's head. The ball flew fine and crashed into the boundary rope.
"That is outrageous!" Simon Doull roared as the Spidercam swooped down to show the replay. "You cannot set a field for that! 145 clicks and he reverse ramps it for four!"
He was playing with the field, hitting the ball into areas that defied conventional logic. The Chennai bowlers looked out of answers.
The equation came down to 24 runs required from the final 12 balls.
Siddanth was batting on 96.
Ngidi bowled the penultimate over. The first delivery was a fast, full ball on the pads. Siddanth flicked it effortlessly past the diving short fine-leg fielder. The ball raced to the boundary.
Four runs.
The giant screens flashed the milestone. A century in the IPL Final.
The stadium exploded. The decibel meter hit 115 dB. A continuous, deafening chant of "DE-VA! DE-VA! DE-VA!" shook the pillars. The entire SRH dugout was on its feet, applauding furiously. Even Stephen Fleming stood and clapped politely from the CSK bench.
Siddanth took his helmet off. Sweat coated his face, but his expression was serene.
He turned toward the VIP corporate box. He located Krithika, who was literally jumping up and down, as she hugged Anjali tightly.
Siddanth gently placed his right thumb into his mouth, and a cradle-rocking gesture for his sleeping twins back home. He then raised his bat, offering a sweeping acknowledgment to every single stand in the roaring arena.
"A century in a grand final! What a phenomenal player!" Harsha Bhogle announced, emotion coloring his voice. "This innings has transcended the criticism, transcended the pressure. We are witnessing an all-time great."
Up in the box, Krithika pressed a hand over her heart, while Sameer whistled loudly behind her.
As the stadium noise settled slightly, Dhoni walked past Siddanth, gently tapping his helmet. "Nice knock," the veteran captain murmured respectfully.
Siddanth put his helmet back on. The job was not finished.
He hit the next ball for a single, giving the strike to Gill. Gill managed to push a quick two runs before taking another two on the last ball of the over.
The final over arrived. Sunrisers needed 10 runs from 6 balls to win the championship.
Dwayne Bravo was handed the ball. The veteran West Indian all-rounder was a master of the death overs.
Siddanth was on strike.
Bravo ran in. He bowled a wide yorker, pushing it close to the tramline. Siddanth stretched out and squeezed the ball to deep point. They ran a hard double.
Eight runs from five balls.
Bravo tried the slower ball next. Siddanth waited patiently on the back foot and slapped it flat over the bowler's head. The long-off fielder ran around and cut it off, keeping them to two runs.
Six runs from four balls.
Bravo knew he could not pitch the ball up again. He banged the third delivery short, aiming for the ribcage.
Siddanth rolled his wrists flawlessly, pulling the ball with terrifying power. It sounded like a gunshot off the willow. The ball soared high into the dark sky, easily clearing the deep square leg boundary and landing ten rows deep into the screaming crowd.
"HE HITS IT INTO THE STANDS! SUNRISERS HYDERABAD WIN!" Ian Bishop screamed into the microphone, his legendary voice rising above the sheer pandemonium. "A THREE-PEAT! AN UNBEATEN SEASON! THE INVINCIBLES HAVE CONQUERED THE IPL ONCE AGAIN!"
The stadium exploded into euphoria. Golden fireworks launched from the roof of the stands, lighting up the entire city. The music blared through the speakers. The LED ribbon boards flashed a vibrant, continuous "CHAMPIONS".
The Sunrisers Hyderabad dugout emptied instantly. The players sprinted onto the field. Rashid Khan and Bhuvneshwar Kumar reached Siddanth first, jumping on him in a massive hug. Tom Moody and VVS Laxman embraced on the sidelines, relief washing over their faces.
They had done it. Sixteen matches played. Sixteen matches won.
As the celebrations cooled down slightly, MS Dhoni walked up to Siddanth. The veteran captain offered a warm smile, pulling Siddanth into a firm embrace.
"Too good today, Sid," Dhoni said, patting his back. "You paced that chase perfectly. We had no answers at the end."
"You made us work for it, Mahi bhai," Siddanth replied respectfully. "That trap in the middle overs almost caught me."
"Almost isn't good enough against you," Dhoni chuckled, stepping back. "Congratulations on the three-peat. Enjoy the victory."
The presentation ceremony was set up quickly on the outfield. Golden confetti littered the grass.
Sanjay Manjrekar stood with the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have witnessed history tonight," Sanjay announced. "Before the main trophy, let's recognize the outstanding individual performances."
Rashid Khan was called up to receive the Purple Cap, his face beaming as he held the award. "The captain gave me the confidence to attack," Rashid said during his brief interview. "He told me to just bowl my variations and not worry about runs."
Next, Sanjay raised his voice. "For an unprecedented season, scoring 1,645 runs... the Orange Cap winner and the Player of the Match and the Tournament... Siddanth Deva!"
Siddanth walked up to the podium, accepting the small trophies. He looked completely relaxed.
"Siddanth, an unbelievable season comes to an end," Sanjay began. "Tell us about the mindset in the middle during that chase."
"It is all about trusting the preparation, Sanjay," Siddanth answered smoothly. "Kane batted beautifully to absorb the pressure when the ball was moving. He allowed me to take my time. When you have clarity in your role, the scoreboard pressure doesn't affect your decision-making."
"This team has achieved something unprecedented," Sanjay continued. "Sixteen wins. Zero losses. How do you process being the 'Invincibles'?"
"It is all about the dressing room culture," Siddanth explained, shifting the focus. "Rashid and Bhuvi were exceptional with the ball. Watson and Steyn providing guidance and experience to the team, The young guys like Mayank, Arjun, and Gill stepped up when it mattered. The coaching staff created an environment where players feel confident. This trophy belongs to the entire squad."
"Congratulations, Captain. Go lift the trophy," Sanjay concluded.
Siddanth walked to the center of the stage. He accepted the glittering IPL trophy from Rajeev Shukla and the BCCI officials. He turned and walked back to his team.
He walked straight to the back row, handing the heavy trophy directly to young Shubman Gill, Mayank Markhande, and Arjun Tendulkar. The three youngsters grabbed the cup, lifting it high above their heads.
At that moment, Bhuvneshwar Kumar and Shikhar Dhawan popped massive bottles of champagne, spraying foam all over the squad. Orange smoke bombs went off behind the stage. The drone cameras circled overhead, capturing the iconic moment.
Siddanth stood at the edge of the group, clapping quietly, wiping champagne off his cheek, letting the future generation enjoy the spotlight.
As the team continued posing for photographs, Siddanth slowly slipped away from the podium. He walked toward the quiet corridor leading to the VIP boxes.
The noise of the stadium faded slightly as the heavy glass doors closed behind him.
Standing near the end of the corridor, waiting for him, were Krithika and Anjali.
Krithika smiled as he approached. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Siddanth let out a slow, quiet breath, returning the embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head. The adrenaline of the match finally ebbed away.
He pulled back slightly, took her phone. He initiated a video call.
Sesikala answered immediately from the farmhouse living room.
"Congratulations, Siddu!" she beamed through the screen. "We saw the celebration!"
"Thank you, Amma," Siddanth smiled. He looked closer at the screen. "Are they awake?"
Sesikala turned the phone camera. Resting comfortably in their wooden cradles, oblivious to the fact that their father had just conquered the cricketing world once again, Rishi and Aadhya were fast asleep.
Siddanth looked at the screen, a warm expression settling over his features.
Tournament Statistics - Siddanth Deva (IPL 2018)
Matches Played: 16
Runs Scored: 1,645
Centuries: 10
Half-Centuries: 6
Batting Average: 164.00
Strike Rate: 215.50
Wickets Taken: 21
Economy Rate: 5.85
Titles: 2018 IPL Champions (Three-Peat)
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@SRH_Fanatic99: 16-0. THE PERFECT SEASON. THE INVINCIBLES! We will never see a team dominate like this again. Three-peat complete! 🦅🧡🏆
@CricketStatNerd: Siddanth Deva finishes the season with 1,645 runs and 21 wickets. Those numbers look like a glitch in a video game. Absolute greatness. 🤯📊
@CSK_YellowArmy: Heartbreaking loss, but no shame in losing to the greatest T20 side ever assembled. Deva is just too good. Proud of our fight today. 💛🦁
@HarshaBhogle (Verified): The composure to reverse ramp a 145kph delivery in a final requires a mind empty of all fear. Siddanth Deva is a master of his craft. 🏏✨
@PaceIsPace: Ngidi bowling 145kmph yorkers and Deva is just casually reverse ramping them for boundaries. The disrespect is legendary.
@FanGirl_Sid: He took his helmet off and did the baby rocking celebration! I am literally crying! He is the best dad and the best captain! 🍼❤️
@Hitman_Squad: As a Mumbai fan, watching SRH win three in a row hurts. But you have to respect the system they built.
@OrangeArmy_Hyd: A hat-trick of IPL titles! The Nawab of Hyderabad rules again! Can we just build a statue of him outside the stadium already? 👑🏟️
@CricCrazyJohn: The banter between Dhoni and Deva on the stump mic was the highlight of the match. Two legends playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers.
@MemeCentral_IND: [Image: A guy sweating nervously looking at two red buttons] Caption: CSK bowlers trying to figure out where to bowl to Siddanth Deva in the death overs. 🔴😰
@WhistlePodu_Fan: Rayudu and Faf gave us hope, but the SRH spinners squeezed the life out of the middle overs. Good game, Hyderabad.
@TechBro_Delhi: NEXUS company value is probably going to jump another 5% tomorrow just based on the brand value of their CEO winning another trophy. 📈💼
@GullyCricketGod: Deva giving the trophy straight to Gill, Mayank, and Arjun and standing in the back. He doesn't even care about the photos.
@DesiMomDaily: I told my son to look at Siddanth. He wins trophies, runs a company, and still remembers his babies on live TV. 🍼🙏
@BCCI_Insider: 16-0 is a record that will likely stand forever in franchise cricket. SRH 2018 is officially the greatest T20 team in history.
@Indian_Troll: RCB fans watching Deva score 1645 runs in a season. [Image of someone crying in the rain] 🌧️😭
@Rashid_Afghan_Fan: Rashid Khan taking the Purple Cap! The hero of the bowling attack! 🇦🇫🔥
@Chennai_Super_Fan: We lost, but seeing Dhoni and Deva hug after the match shows why cricket is a gentleman's game. Mutual respect. 🤝
@StatGuru_Cric: Fun Fact: Siddanth Deva has more IPL titles as a captain than any other player in history. A true dynasty.
@Broadcast_Nerd: The Spidercam tracking Deva's reverse ramp over the keeper was the shot of the tournament. The production quality was elite today. 🎥✨
@IPL_Updates: The Invincibles. The Three-Peat. History is written in orange. Thank you for a spectacular season! #IPL2018
@Cricket_Daily: Still thinking about Deva coaching Markande mid-over leading to the wicket. Captaincy 101. 🧠
@Sachin_FanClub: Sachin smiling proudly from the stands when Arjun bowled Faf du Plessis. A passing of the torch moment. 🥺🏏
@Tactical_Cricket: CSK bowling wide and full, but Deva just stepped across to hit them. You can't execute plans against a guy who invents new angles.
@T20_Masterclass: Williamson's anchoring knock was exactly what was needed after Dhawan fell. Beautiful partnership.
@Hyderabad_Diaries: The fireworks lighting up the Hyderabad sky could be seen from miles away! The city won't sleep tonight! 🎆
@SRH_Trophy_Cabinet: We need a bigger cabinet. Three trophies in a row! 🏆🏆🏆
@Digital_Sports: The Win Predictor actually had CSK at 65% during the 14th over. Then Deva shifted gears and broke the algorithm. 📈❌
@IndianCricket_Fans: Imagine having Deva and Kohli in the same national team for the World Cup next year. The world is not ready. 🇮🇳🔥
@Fantasy_Cric_Guru: Captaining Deva in fantasy leagues this year was basically printing free points every match.
TV_Commentary_Quotes: "The mouse likes playing straight today." Best stump mic audio of the season. 🧀🐭
@End_Of_Era: A flawless tournament concludes. Thanks for the memories, SRH 2018. The greatest franchise team ever.