Kapitel 63: Chapter 61: Trap for uncle II (side story)
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the backyard, illuminating the lush greenery and creating a serene atmosphere. Nitish stood in awe of the picturesque setting, his heart swelling with a mix of pride, gratitude, and anticipation. It was a sight he had dreamt of, a culmination of his hard work and determination.
As he took in the beauty surrounding him, Nitish couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation for his parents, who had supported him throughout his journey. Their unwavering love and sacrifice had paved the way for this moment, and he wanted to share this joy with them.
With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, Nitish approached his parents, who were unpacking boxes and settling into their new home. He could sense their curiosity and slight bewilderment as they observed their son's excitement.
"Mom, Dad, come with me," Nitish beckoned, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He led them through the spacious house, their footsteps echoing against the polished floors. Their eyes widened with wonder as they explored each room, marveling at the modern amenities and elegant décor.
Finally, Nitish guided them towards the back door, anticipation radiating from him. His parents exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what awaited them outside. As they stepped onto the patio, a breathtaking sight unfolded before their eyes.
A vast backyard stretched out before them, meticulously designed and equipped for Nitish's passion—cricket. Their jaws dropped in amazement as they took in the sight. A state-of-the-art bowling machine stood proudly, ready to challenge even the most skilled batsmen. The lush, neatly trimmed grass and perfectly marked creases evoked a sense of professionalism and dedication.
Nitish watched his parents' expressions with a mixture of pride and joy. He had envisioned this space as a sanctuary where he could hone his cricketing skills, but it was also a testament to his gratitude for his parents' sacrifices.
His mother's eyes glistened with tears of both surprise and gratitude. "Nitish, how did you manage all this? It's... it's incredible!"
Nitish's smile widened as he embraced his parents. "I wanted to create a space where I could practice without limitations, where I could chase my dream of becoming a professional cricketer. But more than that, I wanted to provide you both with a comfortable life. You've worked so hard to support me, and now it's my turn to take care of you."
His father's voice quivered with emotion as he held Nitish tightly. "Son, we never expected such a grand gesture from you. Your success and happiness are all we've ever wanted."
Over the following days, Nitish immersed himself in his training, spending countless hours in the backyard, honing his skills and pushing his boundaries. But he didn't confine his passion to himself alone. He reached out to the underprivileged children in the neighborhood, offering them an opportunity to learn and play the sport he loved.
Nitish's heart swelled with joy as he witnessed the laughter and camaraderie among the children. He took it upon himself to coach and mentor them, passing on his knowledge and love for cricket. His generosity extended beyond the sport, as he also provided educational support, understanding that a well-rounded development was key to their future success.
The backyard became a haven of innocence and dreams, a place where hope flourished. The sound of cricket balls hitting the bat and children's laughter echoed through the neighborhood, drawing curious glances and warm smiles from passersby.
But amidst the joy and fulfillment, Nitish couldn't shake off a sense of unease. It lingered like a shadow, a reminder that life could be unpredictable. And on one sunny afternoon, as he stood amidst the young cricketers, his sixth sense tingled, sending shivers down his spine.
A notification flashed across his mind—a message from his system, after what felt like an eternity of silence. It was an unexpected interruption, a jolt that pierced through the innocence of the moment. As he delved into the message, his mind simultaneously registered the presence of someone else—an unwelcome presence that sent a chill down his spine.
The atmosphere shifted, as if a dark cloud had cast a shadow over the once vibrant backyard. Nitish's uncle emerged from the periphery, his presence oozing with an unsettling air. A sinister smile played on his lips, causing Nitish's heart to race with a mixture of apprehension and confusion.
His uncle's arrival felt ominous, like a dark cloud threatening to disrupt the harmony Nitish had worked so hard to create. He couldn't help but wonder about his uncle's intentions, what hidden motives lay behind that eerie smile.
But Nitish wasn't one to back down in the face of challenges. He had fought against the odds to reach this point, overcoming obstacles and embracing his own strength. His determination surged within him, fueling a resolve to protect not only his dreams but also the innocence and joy he had instilled in the hearts of those around him.
As he locked eyes with his uncle, a silent battle commenced—an inner struggle between light and darkness, between innocence and malevolence. Nitish knew that this encounter would test him in ways he hadn't anticipated, but he was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
In the midst of the uncertainty, Nitish drew strength from the memories of his parents' love and sacrifice, the foundation upon which he had built his dreams. He reminded himself of the pure intentions that had guided him, the desire to make a positive impact and create a better future for himself and others.
The innocence that radiated from Nitish's parents echoed in his own spirit, strengthening his resolve. He knew that with their support and the unwavering determination burning within him, he would navigate the shadows and protect the light that had blossomed within the backyard of his dreams.
With every ounce of courage, Nitish prepared to face his uncle and protect the haven he had created. The battle had just begun, and he was ready to rise, armed with innocence, hope, and an unyielding spirit.
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