Score — @15: 8 — @11: 17
Timer — 2:20
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Vedant stepped onto the court.
Pressure toward Varun—
Then a cut—toward Amit—pressure there too—
Inside, only one thought—
No. I have to win. Not for the team. Not for anyone else.
For myself.
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Vedant moved back toward Varun—
Tried to tag—
Went too deep inside.
Amit saw it—
Weak point. Right there.
He lunged—
Grabbed Vedant—
Started pulling him down—
But—
Vedant—
Tagged Varun.
Turned—toward the line—
3 defenders.
Grip.
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Slow motion.
Vedant's legs—
Stopped.
He couldn't move properly.
And—
From his eyes—
Tears.
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~ Flashback ~
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A small house.
Middle class. Simple. But warm.
Vedant was born—
And at that very moment—
His mother died.
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Vishwakarma—his father.
One man. Two roles.
Mother. Father.
He would cool down hot milk before giving it to him.
If Vedant forgot his lunch—
He would come to school to deliver it.
At night, when darkness scared him—
He would sit beside him and say—
"Darkness is nothing, son. Nothing at all."
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But at school—
"You don't have a mother."
"You're an orphan."
Vedant—
Fought back.
School—
Expelled him.
Vishwakarma—
Held the principal's feet. Apologized.
Vedant got angry—
Why did you humiliate yourself like that?
But—
Vishwakarma said nothing.
He just—
Got him back into school.
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One day—
Vishwakarma realized Vedant wasn't good in studies.
But kabaddi—
Whenever he stepped on the field—
He was different.
He was alive.
So Vishwakarma got him admitted into an academy.
"You'll have a bright future."
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And it happened—
Selected at district level.
Vedant—
Flew with happiness.
Ran home—
"DAD — I GOT SELECTED!"
Opened the door—
Stepped inside—
And—
A photo on the wall.
A garland.
---
Vedant ran outside—
"What happened?"
"Vishwakarma ji… passed away 2 months ago."
"Why didn't anyone call me?"
"Because your selection process was going on. He himself said—don't call him."
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Vedant's eyes—
"My selection… was more important than my dad's life?"
He—
Collapsed.
And—
Cried.
Like never before.
Every moment—
The milk. The lunch. The nights. His hand.
Everything.
---
He cancelled his selection.
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Three days later—
Morning—
Tane stood at the door.
Holding a joining letter.
Vedant didn't take it.
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But that night—
His father's words echoed—
"I want to see you as a kabaddi player. A player… who never loses."
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~ Present ~
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3 defenders. Varun. Amit.
5 players holding Vedant.
His legs dragging on the ground.
Tears in his eyes.
But inside—
A voice.
"Dad… I will fulfill your dream."
"Your son… will become that player."
"The one who… never… loses."
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Vedant—
Took a breath.
And then—
Moved.
Dragging all 5 players—
Step by step—
Toward the line—
No one could stop him.
Whistle—
5 players — OUT.
IN ONE RAID.
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@11—
Stunned.
@15—
Stunned.
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From Vedant's body—
A bear-like aura.
But now—
Darker. Heavier.
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Varun — shocked.
Amit — shocked.
"This… this isn't possible—"
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Viraj—
Eyes wide—
"That much power… impossible. This can't be real—"
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Shubham wrapped an arm around Vedant—
"That's it, my bear. You crushed them."
Surya—
"That was insane. Loved it."
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All @15 players—
Back in.
Score—
@15: 13 — @11: 17
Timer—
1:00
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Vedant—
Looked up.
There—
Vishwakarma.
Smiling. Waving.
And then—
Gone.
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Vedant—
Softly—
"Yes, Dad."
"I'll become so strong… that no one can ever defeat me."
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— Chapter 20 End —