Vikram's flight from Heathrow to New Delhi was not very smooth. His concussion gave him frequent pains. Though the doctor had advised him to leave Manchester a couple of days later, he was impatient to reach home and convalesce in his home town. Kartik accompanied him.
“You know it is going to be a cake walk for Lokesh to battle for the captaincy now. You are missing, I am missing and the i***t would go gunning for it all the way.....”
“Kartik, I told you I am not interested in the captaincy. I just want to play. That is it...” Vikram explained, their business class seats giving them the privacy to talk.
“Yeah right! You will let all that talent of yours go waste and my father will beat the sense out of me for not putting sense into you....Great! My life is made....” Kartik complained w
