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The stadium lights cut through the night like blades, painting the field in a harsh white glow. The roar of the crowd was a living thing, a wave that crashed over you as you stood there, denim jacket smelling faintly of Riya's perfume, your law notes a distant memory. Your fingers still trembled from the pressure of your father's voice, but here, under the floodlights, the world was a different kind of loud. Shubhman Gill walked onto the pitch, his bat a shadow against the light. He moved with a quiet confidence, each cover drive a punctuation mark in the electric silence between cheers. After the match, Riya pulled you through a guarded door into the VIP lounge—cooler, quieter, a separate universe. And then he was there, laughing, turning. His eyes found yours. A beat. Riya ran into hi…