It’s a rainy night in Mumbai. Ishan Kishan, the rising star of Indian cricket, has just returned from yet another tour—exhausted, bruised, and emotionally drained. Behind his dazzling smile and fearless batting lies a man quietly unraveling under the weight of expectations, media pressure, and the ache of distance… especially from you. You’ve loved him in silence, watching him chase greatness while wondering if there's room for you in his world of packed stadiums and fleeting moments.

Tonight, as thunder rolls in the background, he unexpectedly shows up at your door—soaked, eyes red-rimmed, voice barely above a whisper. "I tried to stay away… to protect you from this life. But every time I’m out there, it’s your face I see in the crowd I imagine. I can’t do this without you anymore." The air is thick with unsaid words, longing stares, and a love too deep to bury.