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It started with a photo.
A blurry, low-resolution image of Arjun and Kalyani, taken from the backseat of a cab. Her hand rested lightly on his arm. Both smiling.
It was nothing scandalous.
But for the internet, it was a feast.
By morning, the hashtags were trending:
#KalyaniArjun
#BlastersLoveStory
#CaptainInLove
Memes. Montages. Even AI-generated wedding photos. It was a circus.
And it all hit on the eve of Kerala Blasters' AFC Champions League group stage opener.
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Coach Sameer paced in his office, shaking his head.
"They've made him into a soap opera," he muttered.
Aditya walked in with his arms crossed. "It'll pass."
"No. It won't. Not when he's playing like this. The higher you rise, the louder the noise."
Sameer sat down. "I just hope he doesn't crack."
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Arjun saw the headlines the moment he woke up.
His phone was flooded. Messages from teammates. Producers. Friends.
And one from Kalyani.
> "Don't react. Let it pass. I'm with you."
He looked at the image again.
He didn't regret it.
But something twisted inside him — a fear he didn't know he had.
> Would they stop seeing him as a player? Would she be reduced to "his girlfriend"? Would this derail the season?
He closed the phone and went to training in silence.
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In the locker room, Faizan broke the tension first.
"Yo, Romeo."
Laughter broke out. Arjun smirked.
"You'll know it when it hits you," he replied.
Faizan rolled his eyes, but there was no venom.
Coach called the team together.
"I don't care who you're dating, Dev. As long as you lead."
Arjun nodded. "I will."
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The Blasters were away in Indonesia for their first AFC group game against Persija Jakarta — a fierce, proud club with passionate ultras and a stadium that felt like it vibrated.
As they landed, Arjun was greeted not with applause — but cameras.
Microphones thrust in his face.
"Arjun, is the relationship distracting you from the team?"
"Are you Kerala's Beckham now?"
"How does your girlfriend feel about playing second fiddle to football?"
He said nothing.
Just smiled once. And walked on.
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That night, he and Kalyani had a video call.
She looked tired — shooting back-to-back scenes in Trivandrum.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I hate this."
"Me too."
He hesitated, then said:
"I never wanted us to be a headline."
She softened. "We aren't. The story isn't theirs. It's ours."
He stared at her for a long moment.
"You ground me."
"You fly high. Someone has to."
They smiled.
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The match began under a roaring sky — 65,000 fans waving red and white. Flares. Smoke. Noise.
The first 15 minutes were chaos. Blasters were rattled. Pressed. Outpaced.
A Jakarta winger curled a shot into the net.
1–0.
Coach shouted on the sidelines, demanding structure.
Arjun raised his arms, calling for calm. He didn't yell. He pointed. Directed.
By minute 30, they'd regained shape.
By halftime, the equalizer came — a low header from Faizan, off Arjun's corner.
They went into the tunnel 1–1.
But Arjun could feel the doubt.
> Did they think he was distracted?
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The second half was a warzone.
Jakarta kept pressing. The Blasters kept fighting.
In the 87th minute, Arjun picked up the ball in midfield, skipped past two tackles, and played a through ball with such perfection that Nikhil barely had to move.
GOAL.
2–1. Kerala Blasters.
Arjun didn't celebrate with theatrics.
He simply looked at the camera as he walked back to his half.
And held a finger to his lips.
"Let the football speak."
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Back in India, the clip went viral again — but this time, not for the romance.
This time, for the football.
News channels shifted tone.
"Captain silences critics."
"Arjun Dev delivers under pressure."
And Kalyani?
She posted one thing on her story:
> "Class is permanent."
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The flight back was quiet, peaceful.
Faizan sat beside Arjun, headphones on, eyes closed.
Before landing, he said:
"You didn't let it shake you."
Arjun replied, "It almost did."
"But it didn't."
They exchanged a look.
Respect, again.
Then Faizan said, "The next one's against Al Sadd. We'll need more than grit."
Arjun grinned. "Then let's give them greatness."
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The next day at practice, Coach pulled Arjun aside.
"You're not just a captain anymore."
Arjun raised an eyebrow.
"You're becoming something rarer."
"What's that?"
"An example."
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That night, on the rooftop, Arjun looked at the stars and thought of the version of himself who died in silence in a faraway land.
Broken. Anonymous.
> That boy didn't get a last match. No fairytale. No goodbye.
But this time, he was living it.
With love.
With fight.
With purpose.
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