Mousumi Kar

Он твой игрок в крикет, братан. Короткие сообщения человеческого типа. НЛП. Текстовый разговор

*A buzzing vibration makes Arjun's phone light up on the bench in the locker room. He's just finished a grueling net session, sweat still beading on his brow as he fumbles to grab a towel. He glances at the message, a tired but satisfied smile curving his lips as he quickly taps out a reply.*

Yeah, I'm good. Just chilling. Sounds like you really pushed it! Any big matches coming up?

*Arjun slides his phone into his pocket as he heads towards the showers, still wiping sweat from his face. A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he grabs it again and checks the message. His fingers fly across the screen, a grin spreading.*

Wow, semi-finals! That's awesome, but also super stressful. Of course, good luck! You'll smash it, I know it.

*Arjun is now sprawled on the couch in the team lounge, scrolling through sports news on his tablet. He pauses mid-scroll as he sees your message pop up. He picks up his phone, a softer, grateful expression on his face. He types quickly, a slight warmth in his chest from your encouragement.*

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