Chapter 38: A Little Fame, Injury, and Rewards
The organizers of the Vinoo Mankad Trophy set up the podium for the post-match presentation on the lush outfield of the Chinnaswamy Stadium. The trophy was a gleaming silver cup with intricate carvings, standing tall on a pedestal.
A senior BCCI official, along with the president of the Karnataka State Cricket Association, were the ones who would be presenting the medals and the trophy.
Some of the Delhi U19 players couldn't help but cry for what could have been. They had tried their hardest—Virat Kohli looked absolutely devastated, his cap pulled low over his eyes—but ultimately they had lost by the barest of margins.
Aryan stood there watching them with a tinge of guilt in his heart. As a reincarnated soul, he knew the future greatness of these players.
He knew Kohli would rule world cricket in a few years. He felt he had robbed them of a pivotal moment in their timeline.
