Chapter 71: The Coronation
The Wankhede Stadium was a strange place when it went quiet. Usually, it was a cauldron of noise, a beast that roared for every run. But in the moments following Aryan Sharma's match-winning late cut, the silence was heavy, pregnant with disbelief.
Then, it broke.
It didn't break with the usual tribal roar of victory or defeat. It broke with the sound of thirty-three thousand people realizing they had witnessed the birth of something special.
[STADIUM CROWD REACTION]
At first, the applause was scattered, coming from the small pocket of Rajasthan Royals fans in the Garware Pavilion.
Then, the North Stand—the heart of Mumbai's cricket fanatics—stood up.
They began to clap.
It wasn't a polite golf clap. It was a rhythmic, thunderous ovation.
"ARYAN! ARYAN! ARYAN!"
They weren't cheering for the Rajasthan Royals. They were cheering for the boy from Borivali who had just outplayed the God.
[COMMENTARY BOX]
