The bowler ran in.
The entire floor held its breath.
No whispers.
No laughter.
Not even disbelief anymore—only fear and anticipation.
The ball left the bowler's hand.
MSD stepped forward.
And then—
CRACK.
The sound echoed like thunder.
The ball soared high, cutting through the air, sailing clean over the boundary.
Six.
Ivo won the match.
Ivo won the cup.
For a full five seconds—
Nothing.
No cheers.
No outrage.
No applause.
Just absolute silence.
The kind of silence that follows when reality hits harder than imagination.
Then screens updated.
Numbers changed.
And the truth settled in.
PK had won.
Not once.
Not twice.
But every single time.
From the main bet.
From the follow-up.
From the final declaration.
Total winnings: 300 crores.
The entire floor was frozen.
These were people who treated crores like loose change—yet even they stared at PK as if they were seeing a myth step out of a legend.
The old man stood up slowly and walked toward PK.
His steps were calm.
His expression peaceful.
"You have good eyes," he said, his voice steady.
"And a dangerous kind of confidence."
He smiled faintly.
"Let's meet again—soon."
PK nodded politely. Nothing more.
Behind him, Eve and Selene stood in disbelief.
Selene finally understood.
Now she truly understood why her father had warned her.
Be on good terms with PK.
She felt a chill run down her spine.
If she had acted arrogantly…
If she had crossed him…
She would have regretted it for the rest of her life.
The waiter approached PK respectfully, far more cautiously than before.
"Sir, the amount will be transferred to your account shortly."
PK nodded once.
That was enough.
Drinks were served, but no one dared celebrate loudly anymore.
Eve, however, was glowing.
She had won 1.5 crores—something she had never imagined in her life.
Joy overflowed in her eyes.
For a moment, instinct took over and she almost threw her arms around PK again.
Then she stopped herself.
Cleared her throat.
And said softly, "Thank you."
PK leaned closer, his voice low, meant only for her.
"You're very beautiful when you're happy," he said calmly.
"And… I didn't forget that hug."
Eve froze.
Her face turned crimson in an instant.
Without another word, she turned and walked away quickly, her heart racing wildly.
Selene composed herself, walked up to PK, and said simply, "Congratulations."
No sarcasm.
No pride.
Only respect.
"Shall we leave?" she asked.
PK nodded. "Sure."
They walked out together.
Everyone inside the casino watched silently.
No one tried to stop them.
No one dared to question them.
Because they all knew one thing now—
PK had arrived in an army car.
And when someone like that wins 300 crores without fear, without hesitation—
You don't ask questions.
You transfer the money.
And you remember the name you were never allowed to know.