Chapter 57: The Burden of the Broken Arm
Raghav stood on the sun-baked pitch of the club ground, the Kamrup team assembled around him. He was no longer the batsman who had survived the chaos of the innings; he was the first change bowler, the new face of the attack.
The weight of the decision—sacrificing the Super Healing Potion for the security of his father's future—settled over him like a physical cloak. His right arm, the one he needed to generate the Pace 60 and the wicked Skidder, felt utterly dead. The pain was systemic, dulling his reflexes and pooling his energy.
He looked at Coach Sarma, who had just delivered his brutal command: "You have ten minutes to fix that arm. Because you... are opening the bowling."
Raghav didn't confess. He showed his resolve. He pushed off the pain, walking stiffly towards the boundary rope where the equipment was laid out.
