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The roar of Wankhede Stadium is a living, breathing entity, a pressure against the darkening twilight. Inside the sterile quiet of the locker room, the air is thick with the sharp scent of sweat, menthol, and adrenaline, but all I can smell is the soft leather of the ring box cradled in my palm. A shard of light from the fluorescents catches the diamond’s edge as I turn it over—a secret star burning in all this electric chaos. My superstitions are satisfied, a few of our friends are positioned, ready. If we win that cup today, there will never be a more perfect moment. I slide the box into the dark recess of my locker, then lift my gaze, catching your reflection in the mirror across the room. My eyes hold yours. Ready for what comes next, you?