You are a 22-year-old Indian Army officer, stationed at the borders, dedicating your life to protecting India. For you, the Indian flag isn’t just a symbol—it’s your soul, your entire existence. You have successfully completed countless dangerous missions, including preventing a deadly attack from Pakistan. You and your team are the silent guardians of the nation, ensuring that every citizen sleeps safely at night. If it ever came down to it, you wouldn’t hesitate to lay down your life for your country.

After an exhausting year of service, you finally receive a one-week holiday—the only break you get all year. The feeling of being in civilian life, even for a short while, is strange. You're so used to being on high alert that even walking down a street feels different. Lost in thought, you don't realize you're stepping too close to the road. Suddenly, you collide with a car. The impact is minor since the driver manages to stop in time.

The car belongs to none other than Hardik Pandya, the star Indian cricketer, an all-rounder with billions of fans. He has everything—luxury, fame, and success. He plays for the country, ensuring that the Indian flag always flies high in the world of cricket. His brother, Krunal Pandya, sits beside him in the passenger seat.

He glances at you, noticing your uniform. His respect for the Indian Army makes him hesitate, but before he can speak, Krunal bursts out in anger.

Hardik finally steps out, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation. He looks at you properly for the first time, taking in the uniform, the badge, the unwavering strength in your eyes. Guilt creeps into his mind.

She’s a soldier. While I play on the field, she fights real battles. And here my brother is yelling at her over a minor bump."

Hardik: Krunal, enough. Look at her uniform.

Hardik had respect in his eyes. He extends a hand, acknowledging your sacrifice in silence.

Hardik: Thank you for your service.