The transition from the high-octane glamour of the Indian Premier League to the grinding reality of international Test cricket was usually a welcome shift for Siddanth Deva. However, the Indian national team's brief tour of Bangladesh in June 2015 was testing his patience for an entirely different reason.
The monsoon season had arrived in Dhaka with absolute, unrelenting fury.
The lone Test match, scheduled at the Khan Shaheb Osman Ali Stadium in Fatullah, had been an exercise in severe frustration. As the newly minted, full-time Test captain, Siddanth had walked out for the toss with clear, aggressive intentions. He had won the toss and elected to bat, hoping to bat Bangladesh out of the game before the weather intervened.
For the first three days, the Indian team executed the plan flawlessly whenever the rain allowed them to step onto the pitch. Shikhar Dhawan and Murali Vijay had laid a massive foundation with brilliant centuries. When Siddanth walked out to bat, he seamlessly transitioned back into his red-ball rhythm. He didn't play a single lofted shot. Operating with cold, mechanical precision, he neutralized the Bangladeshi spinners, rotating the strike and punishing the bad balls to score a flawless, unbeaten 105.
Siddanth had declared the innings at a colossal 463 for 5. The Indian bowlers, led by Ravichandran Ashwin and Ishant Sharma, had then ripped through the Bangladeshi batting order, bowling them out and immediately enforcing the follow-on.
But that was where the cricket officially ended.
Days four and five were a complete, unmitigated washout. The heavy, dark monsoon clouds parked themselves directly over the stadium, dumping sheets of water onto the outfield. The umpires had no choice but to officially declare the match a draw, robbing Siddanth of a guaranteed victory in his first overseas assignment as the full-time Test captain.
Now, on the evening of the final washed-out day, Siddanth was confined to his sprawling suite at the Pan Pacific Sonargaon Hotel in Dhaka. The rain was still lashing violently against the thick glass windows.
He wasn't alone.
His hotel suite had effectively been commandeered by his teammates. Virat Kohli was sprawled comfortably across the length of the plush sofa, scrolling through his phone, while Ravindra Jadeja sat cross-legged on the carpet, furiously devouring a plate of room-service chicken tikka.
"I hate the rain," Kohli muttered, tossing his phone onto the cushion. "We had them completely pinned down. If we had just two sessions today, Ashwin would have spun them out. A draw feels like a loss."
"You can't control the weather, Cheeku," Siddanth replied pragmatically, sitting in the armchair opposite the sofa with a bottle of water. "We did everything we could. We got the batting practice, the bowlers found their rhythm. We'll take it out on them in the ODI series starting on Thursday."
"If it stops raining," Jadeja pointed out, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He glanced at the digital clock on the television set-top box. It read 9:25 PM local time, which meant it was just before 9:00 PM in India.
Jadeja's eyes suddenly lit up. He scrambled for the television remote resting on the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" Siddanth asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The time has come," Jadeja grinned wickedly, switching the television input from the sports channels to the primary Indian entertainment network. "The promos have been running all week. Today is the day the world finally gets to see the Devil of Cricket dance with Dadi on national television."
Kohli instantly sat up, all thoughts of the washed-out Test match completely vanishing from his mind. A massive, predatory smile broke across the Delhi batsman's face. "Oh, yes! Turn the volume up, Jaddu! This is going to be legendary."
Siddanth let out a long, heavy sigh, sinking deeper into his armchair and rubbing his temples. "I should have locked the door."
"Too late, skip. You're trapped," Kohli laughed, grabbing a pillow to prop himself up.
The colors logo flashed, and the broadcast of Comedy Nights with Kapil began.
The episode didn't start with Siddanth. It began with Kapil Sharma walking onto the stage, engaging the studio audience with his trademark, rapid-fire standup comedy. He delivered a few sharp jokes, interacting with the front row, building the energy in the room perfectly.
From his massive chair on the side of the stage, Navjot Singh Sidhu leaned forward into his microphone.
"Oye Kapil!" Sidhu boomed, interrupting the standup. "Aaj ka mehmaan kaun hai? Bula usko!" (Oye Kapil! Who is today's guest? Call him out!)
Kapil stopped pacing, putting a hand on his hip and looking slightly nervous. "Paaji, aaj koi mehmaan nahi hai. Main akela hi kaafi hoon." (Brother, there is no guest today. I am enough all by myself.)
"Oye pagal ho gaya hai?!" (Have you gone crazy?!) Sidhu roared, pointing at the packed studio audience. "Log riot kar denge! Tune itni raat ko in sabko shoot ke liye bulaya hai aur koi guest nahi hai?!" (People will riot! You called all of them here this late at night for a shoot and there is no guest?!)
Kapil looked at the audience, feigning sheer panic. "Theek hai, theek hai! Rukiye, main phone karta hoon kisi ko!" (Alright, alright! Wait, I will call someone!)
Kapil pulled a mobile phone from his pocket and pressed it to his ear. "Bhai, kidar ho aap? Kya aap shoot ke liye aa sakte ho abhi? ... Accha? Theek hai, theek hai, aap wahin ruko, main bahar aa raha hoon!" (Brother, where are you? Can you come for the shoot right now? ... Really? Okay, okay, you wait right there, I am coming outside!)
Kapil immediately sprinted off the stage and disappeared through the exit doors.
The live stage went dark, and the giant digital screen at the side lit up, transitioning to pre-recorded footage.
On the TV screen, the camera followed Kapil as he jogged frantically through the outdoor studio parking lot. Suddenly, the sound of loud arguing echoed from a corner. The cameraman zoomed in.
Standing near a vanity van was Kapil's eccentric father-in-law—played brilliantly by Sunil Grover—sporting a massive, highly visible black eye. He was arguing furiously with none other than Siddanth Deva, who was wearing a casual denim jacket, looking deeply annoyed.
Kapil rushed into the frame, panting heavily. "Sasur ji! Bhai! Yeh kya ho raha hai yahan?" (Father-in-law! Brother! What is happening here?)
Siddanth turned to Kapil, pointing an accusatory finger at the older man. "Kapil, yeh kaisa aadmi hai? Isne wahan chhote bacchon ke gully cricket match mein bet lagayi aur unke jeete hue paise chheen liye!" (Kapil, what kind of man is this? He placed bets on a small kids' gully cricket match over there and snatched all their winning money!)
A group of small, crying children standing behind Siddanth nodded eagerly, pointing at the father-in-law.
"Aur ab yeh aadmi mujhse paise maang raha hai!" (And now this man is asking me for money!) Siddanth continued flawlessly, his deadpan delivery absolute perfection. "Keh raha hai ki iski beti beemar hai aur iska daamad ek number ka bewda aur nikamma hai jo kuch nahi kamata!" (He is saying that his daughter is severely ill and his son-in-law is a massive drunkard and a useless person who earns nothing!)
The studio audience watching the screen howled with laughter at the brutal roast of Kapil.
Kapil glared at his father-in-law, looking incredibly offended. "Sasur ji! Sharam nahi aati aapko bacchon ke paise churaate hue? Aur mere baare mein aisi afwayein phailate hue?!" (Father-in-law! Don't you have any shame stealing kids' money? And spreading such rumors about me?!)
Siddanth paused, his eyes widening slightly as he looked between the two of them. "Wait... yeh tumhara sasur hai?" (Wait... this is your father-in-law?)
"Haan bhai, badkismati se," (Yes brother, unfortunately,) Kapil groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"Toh phir isse kaho in bacchon ke paise wapas kare," (Then tell him to return the kids' money,) Siddanth demanded, crossing his arms.
"Main nahi dunga! Yeh meri mehnat ki kamayi hai!" (I won't give it! This is my hard-earned money!) the father-in-law argued stubbornly, clutching his chest pocket.
Kapil didn't hesitate. "Paise nikal!" (Take out the money!) Kapil yelled, aggressively grabbing the collar of his father-in-law's suit.
Kapil forcefully shoved his hand into the older man's pocket, yanking the wad of cash out. But in the process of the comedic struggle, Kapil pulled so hard that he completely ripped his father-in-law's garish shirt entirely in half down the middle, exposing his undershirt.
"Haye Ram! Meri izzat lut li!" (Oh God! My honor has been robbed!) the father-in-law shrieked theatrically, clutching the torn halves of his shirt together while the kids cheered.
Kapil handed the cash back to the children, completely ignoring the screaming man, and turned back to Siddanth with a bright, welcoming smile. "Chaliye Siddanth bhai, aap andar aayiye. Show shuru karte hain." (Come on Siddanth brother, let's go inside. Let's start the show.)
"Good acting," Jadeja laughed in the Dhaka hotel room, tossing a piece of chicken into his mouth. "You didn't even break character when he ripped the shirt."
"It took three takes," Siddanth admitted, taking a sip of water. "Sunil Grover kept making me laugh off-camera."
On the television, the pre-recorded video ended, and the live stage lit up again. Kapil was standing center stage, pulling out the massive, endlessly long scroll of paper.
The room fell silent as Kapil delivered the breathless, incredibly lengthy monologue detailing Siddanth's endless list of cricket records.
"He actually read all of that?" Jadeja asked, genuinely impressed. "I would have passed out halfway through the ODI stats."
Then, the sliding doors on the screen parted, and Siddanth made his grand entrance to the five-minute standing ovation.
"Look at you!" Kohli howled with laughter, pointing at Siddanth's clean-shaven face on the television. "You look like you're about to ask the teacher for permission to go to the washroom! Where is the beard, bro? You literally look eighteen years old!"
"Amma wanted the beard gone. You try arguing with mother," Siddanth defended himself flatly.
The episode progressed smoothly through the audience interaction. When the retired Army Colonel presented Siddanth with the regimental crest and Siddanth instinctively touched his feet, the atmosphere in the hotel room shifted. Kohli and Jadeja watched in quiet, genuine respect.
"That was pure class, Sid," Kohli nodded softly, his aggressive demeanor dropping entirely. "Handling that moment... you represented all of us beautifully there."
"Thanks, Cheeku," Siddanth smiled.
But the respectful silence lasted for exactly three minutes. The moment the fan asked Siddanth to sing, and Kapil Sharma shoved the silver microphone into his hands, the hyenas returned.
Siddanth's deep, soulful rendition of "Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta" filled the hotel suite.
Jadeja's jaw dropped. "Wait. You can actually sing? Since when do you sing?!"
"He only sings when he thinks about Krithika," Kohli teased mercilessly, kicking his legs in the air. "Look at his eyes on the screen! He's closing his eyes! He's visualizing her! Oh my god, the romance!"
Siddanth took a slow sip of water, his expression perfectly deadpan as he leveled a look at Kohli. "That's rich coming from you, Cheeku. At least I sang a generic romantic song. When you went on the show last year, you literally sang 'Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai' from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. Very subtle. I'm sure nobody guessed you were singing it specifically for Anushka."
Kohli's face turned instantly red. "It's a very popular song! It wasn't specifically about her!"
"Sure it wasn't," Jadeja cackled, throwing a piece of popcorn at Kohli. "We all saw the blush!"
On the screen, when Kapil asked who the song was for, and Siddanth deadpanned, "Madhuri Dixit," Kohli and Jadeja completely lost it, high-fiving each other.
"Brilliant save!" Jadeja cackled. "Dr. Nene is going to hunt you down, but brilliant save!"
However, the true, unadulterated torture began when Ali Asgar, dressed as the chaotic 'Dadi', sprinted onto the stage.
As Dadi forced the massive red dupatta over Siddanth's head, Kohli fell off the sofa, clutching his stomach. "He's suffocating! The Devil is suffocating under a dupatta!"
Then came the dance. As Siddanth seamlessly matched Dadi's chaotic, pelvic-thrusting dance steps to "Tune Maari Entriyaan", the Dhaka hotel suite descended into absolute anarchy.
"YES! YES! THE MOVES!" Jadeja screamed, standing up and trying to copy the exact same pelvic thrusts in the middle of the room. "Look at the rhythm! The Test Captain of India, ladies and gentlemen!"
But the absolute peak of their joy arrived when Dadi lunged forward, grabbed Siddanth by the collar, and planted the massive, wet, red-lipstick kiss directly onto his cheek.
Kohli was laughing so hard he was physically choking, unable to generate any sound, just clapping his hands silently like a seal. Jadeja had collapsed onto the carpet, tears streaming down his face.
"She got you! She actually got you!" Kohli wheezed, wiping his eyes, pointing at Siddanth sitting grumpily in the armchair. "The man who hooks Mitchell Johnson for six without flinching was terrified of a fifty-year-old woman with an inhaler!"
"I couldn't escape!" Siddanth protested, though he was smiling despite himself. "She had an iron grip! Her hands are stronger than Mahi bhai's!"
The broadcast seamlessly transitioned to the Rapid Fire round. Siddanth sat back, waiting for the inevitable backlash.
On the screen, Kapil asked: "One teammate you'd never share a hotel room with?"
Siddanth on screen: "Ravindra Jadeja."
Kapil: "Why?"
Siddanth: "No comments. If I say anything, he will throw a ball at my head. I want to stay alive."
Kohli burst into a fresh fit of laughter, kicking Jadeja's leg. "He exposed you, Jaddu! He told the whole country you're a menace!"
"I am a very peaceful roommate!" Jadeja argued indignantly, looking at Siddanth. "I just like to practice my sword-swinging in the room! It's cultural!"
Then came the next question on the screen.
Kapil: "Biggest Pheku (Boaster) in the team?"
Siddanth: "Ravindra Jadeja. Does he tell you the story about the two buildings in Jamnagar? His stories prove gravity and science wrong."
"OYE!" Jadeja yelled, jumping to his feet, deeply offended as Kohli practically rolled on the floor. "That is character assassination on national television! My stories are completely true!"
Siddanth reasoned calmly, taking a sip of water. "Your stories defy the laws of physics."
"It's not a lie!" Jadeja defended himself, crossing his arms. "And besides, Cheeku is the one who originally threw me under the bus! When he went on the show, he called me the biggest pheku first! You just copied him!"
"I didn't copy him," Siddanth smirked. "I just didn't want to throw a different player under the bus. I simply agreed with the established dressing room consensus."
"My stories are legendary!" Jadeja grumbled, sitting back down.
Then came the next question on the screen.
Kapil: "Who looks in the mirror the most?"
Siddanth on screen: "Virat Kohli. The concentration required to maintain the edges of his beard is more than what is needed to bat in a Test match."
The tables turned instantly. Jadeja pointed a triumphant finger at Kohli, roaring with laughter. "Ha! The truth comes out! He roasted you, Cheeku! He roasted your precious beard!"
Kohli, looking completely betrayed, sat up and glared at Siddanth. "I do not look in the mirror that much! And maintaining a beard is a sign of discipline! You wouldn't know, looking like a high school junior right now!"
"The geometric angles on your jawline require a protractor to trim, Virat," Siddanth deadpanned, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, you also said my name when Kapil asked you the exact same question last year! I just told the nation the truth. It was self-defense."
The rest of the episode played out, culminating in the hilarious story of Sidhu getting out for a duck to Waqar Younis, the chaotic tennis-ball cricket match, and finally, Siddanth's deeply grounded, off-camera interaction with the fans and crew, which the producers had brilliantly included in the final cut during the end credits.
As the show ended and the Colors logo flashed on the screen, the laughter in the hotel room slowly subsided into comfortable, tired smiles.
"Jokes aside, Sid," Kohli said, sitting back on the sofa and running a hand through his hair. "That was a great episode. You handled it perfectly. You didn't try to be a comedian; you just played off their energy. People are going to love it."
"It was definitely a stress-buster," Siddanth admitted. "Kapil is incredibly quick on his feet."
"I am still going to aim for your head in the nets tomorrow," Jadeja warned him, picking up his empty plate. "Nobody calls the Rajput a pheku and gets away with it."
"Bring it on, Jaddu," Siddanth smirked.
The two players finally retreated to their own rooms to sleep, leaving Siddanth alone in the quiet suite. The rain continued to drum against the glass.
[Tarnaka, Hyderabad]
While the cricketers bantered in Dhaka, the atmosphere in the Rao household in Tarnaka was one of unfiltered entertainment.
The living room was quiet, lit only by the glow of the television screen. Subba Rao and Suma had already retired for the night, leaving the television to the younger generation.
Krithika was sitting on the plush sofa, a bowl of popcorn resting on her lap, entirely engrossed in the broadcast. Anjali was sprawled on the floor next to the coffee table, her smartphone permanently pointed at the TV screen to capture snippets for her social media.
They had watched the entire episode with rapt attention.
When Siddanth had answered the question about his first major purchase being the silver Maruti Swift, Krithika had smiled warmly. It was the exact same car he still insisted on driving her around in.
But when Dadi had jumped on Siddanth and forcefully kissed him, Krithika had buried her face in a throw pillow, laughing so hard her shoulders shook.
"Look at his face!" Anjali had shrieked, zooming her phone camera in on his horrified expression. "The Devil of Cricket has been defeated by a grandma! I am making this my new home screen wallpaper!"
Now, as the episode concluded with behind the scenes footage of Siddanth sitting on the edge of the stage, patiently signing autographs for every single production boy and light rigger, the laughter in the living room faded into a warm, quiet appreciation.
Krithika felt a surge of affection in her chest. She didn't say anything, merely offering a soft smile.
"Alright, show is over. Time for bed," Krithika announced, turning off the television.
"I need to post these clips first. My notifications are blowing up," Anjali mumbled, already editing the videos.
Krithika walked into her bedroom and shut the door. She changed into her comfortable pajamas, crawled under the covers, and reached for her smartphone resting on the nightstand.
The time difference meant it was almost midnight in Dhaka.
She opened the Flash Messenger app.
Headache: Are you awake, or did Dadi's kiss traumatize you into a coma?
The read receipts instantly turned blue. The "typing..." indicator flashed.
Mama's Boy: I am actively consulting my lawyers to file a restraining order against Ali Asgar. I still have PTSD.
Krithika giggled quietly in the dark room, typing back.
Headache: It was hilarious. Virat and Jadeja must have destroyed you in the hotel room.
Mama's Boy: They did. Jaddu threatened to bounce me in the nets tomorrow for exposing his fake stories, and Cheeku is currently offended that I mocked his beard.
Headache: You asked for it. You were completely ruthless during the rapid fire. Though I did appreciate the song.
Thousands of miles away, lying in his hotel bed while the rain poured outside, Siddanth smiled at his screen.
Mama's Boy: I told you my singing voice wasn't terrible. Even Kapil was impressed.
Headache: It was actually beautiful. But 'Madhuri Dixit'? Really, Sid?
Mama's Boy: Dr. Nene is less intimidating than the Bachchan family. I had to calculate my risks.
Headache: You are such a nerd. But... the end of the show. When you stayed back to sign everything for the crew. It was really sweet, Sid.
Mama's Boy: I try my best. I wish you were here, Krithi. This rain is driving me insane. We just lost a guaranteed Test victory.
Headache: I know you hate the rain. But you scored a flawless 105. Focus on the ODIs now. The white-ball series starts on Thursday. Take your frustration out on Mashrafe Mortaza.
Mama's Boy: I plan to. I miss you.
Headache: I miss you too, Sid. Get some sleep.
Mama's Boy: Goodnight, Krithi.
Siddanth locked his phone and placed it on the nightstand. The monsoon rain continued to batter the windowpanes of the Pan Pacific, but the frustration of the washed-out Test match had completely faded.
He closed his eyes, the Perfect Rhythm trait slowly pulling his heart rate down into a deep, restorative sleep.
While Siddanth slept, the digital world was entirely awake.
The telecast of the episode had shattered the TRP ratings for the weekend. The hashtag #SiddanthOnCNWK was the number one trending topic globally on Twitter, and the clips were going absolutely viral across Vibe and Facebook.
However, amidst the memes of Dadi's kiss and the roasting of Virat's beard, an entirely unexpected secondary trend had emerged.
During the rapid-fire round, when asked about his favorite actor, Siddanth had named the Telugu superstar, Prabhas. While Prabhas was a massive icon in Telugu industry, his name recognition in the northern Hindi-speaking belt was still unknown.
The moment Siddanth uttered the name on the most-watched Hindi comedy show in the country, millions of viewers across North India immediately opened their browsers.
[TWITTER SEARCH TRENDS]
1. Who is Prabhas?
2. Prabhas Telugu movies dubbed in Hindi
3. Siddanth Deva favorite actor Prabhas
4. Prabhas upcoming movies 2015
The sheer weight of Siddanth's endorsement drove a massive, unprecedented wave of curiosity. People began discovering Prabhas's older action hits like Chatrapathi and Mirchi.
But more crucially, this sudden surge in national search traffic aligned perfectly with the upcoming, highly anticipated release of S.S. Rajamouli's magnum opus, Baahubali: The Beginning, which was scheduled to hit theaters exactly one month later in July 2015.
The marketing team for Baahubali watched in awe as their organic digital engagement metrics in the Hindi belt skyrocketed overnight, fueled entirely by a single answer on a comedy show by the Indian Test captain.
By Monday morning, the director himself took to Twitter to acknowledge the massive, unexpected boost.
@ssrajamouli:Woke up to see #Prabhas trending across the entire country! A massive thank you to @Siddanthdeva_6 for the incredibly kind words on the show last night. You have unknowingly given our film the greatest pre-release promotion we could ever ask for! Keep making the nation proud on the pitch! 🏹🔥 #Baahubali #SiddanthOnCNWK
The tweet immediately went viral, cementing the beautiful, unscripted crossover between India's biggest sporting icon and its biggest upcoming cinematic event.
[TWITTER & VIBE REACTIONS - #SiddanthOnCNWK]
@CricketNerd99:I am officially convinced that Siddanth Deva is the coolest cricketer alive. The man roasted Virat's beard, exposed Jadeja's lies, and sang a romantic song effortlessly. What a legend! 😂🔥
@BollyGossip:Wait, hold up... Siddanth Deva has a voice like THAT?! Why is he playing cricket? He needs to be dubbing for romantic movies! The eye contact during that song... I am swooning! 😭❤️
@DesiDrama:Dadi jumping on the Captain of the Indian Test Team and kissing him while he looks absolutely terrified is the greatest piece of television history. Give Ali Asgar an Oscar! 💋💀
@ViratKohli_FanClub:Siddanth dropping truth bombs about Cheeku's mirror obsession! We all knew it, but hearing him confirm it is hilarious! The Delhi boy loves his grooming! 🧔✂️
@SirJadduFan:Jaddu getting exposed as the biggest 'Pheku' on national TV! I want to hear this story about the two buildings in Jamnagar right now! 🐎🏢
@SportsKeeda:The respect Siddanth Deva showed the retired Army Colonel gave me literal goosebumps. No PR, no script, just a genuine, grounded young man honoring our armed forces. 🇮🇳🫡
@RoflGandhi_:Indian fast bowlers: We will bounce him. Australian fast bowlers: We will sledge him. Dadi: I will throw a red dupatta over his head and forcefully romance him. Dadi > Mitchell Johnson. 🧣😂
@FanGirl_Sid: He remebers meeeee! He looked SO CUTE without the beard! The school boy look is everything! And the way he controlled his laugh when Kapil's father-in-law asked for money... he is so precious! 🥺💙
@MemeLord_IN:
[Image: Siddanth Deva hitting Mitchell Starc for a massive six with cold, dead eyes]
[Image: Siddanth Deva sitting on the couch trying to escape Dadi's kiss]
Caption: The Duality of Man. 💀
@GullyCricketLegends:Admitting that he still gets beaten by his mom if he leaves a wet towel on the bed proves that no matter how rich you get, Indian mothers remain the ultimate authority. 🏏🛑
@CricCrazyJohns:The "Pakistan" answer was so cold. Kapil asked who he loves playing against, and he just deadpanned it. He owns them and he knows it. 🥶🇵🇰
@Shruti_VibeDev:The traffic on Vibe is crashing our secondary servers again just from people posting the singing clip. I am billing the marketing department for overtime! 💻🔥 #NEXUS
@HyderabadDiaries:The fact that he still drives around Hyderabad in that old silver Swift is hilarious. I'm going to start looking into every Swift at the Jubilee Hills traffic signals now! 🚦🚗
@MSD_Forever:Mahi bhai definitely forced him to go on this show just to get meme material for the dressing room. Captain Cool is always scheming. 🧊🧠
@IndianCricketHeroes:The best part was the end credits. Sitting on the stage for thirty minutes just to make sure every single light-boy and makeup artist got a selfie. That's why he is the Prince of Indian Cricket. 👑💙
The digital world was completely captivated. The Devil of Cricket had peeled back the curtain, revealing the grounded, hilarious, and incredibly respectful twenty-four-year-old underneath the armor.
But the laughter and the television appearances were merely a brief intermission.
The rain in Dhaka would eventually stop. The covers would be pulled off the pitches in Mirpur. And when Thursday arrived, the white Kookaburra balls would be handed to the umpires.
Siddanth Deva's media tour was over. The ODI series against Bangladesh was about to begin, and the Indian captain was ready to let his bat do the talking once again.
SIDDANTH DEVA - MATCH LOG
1st Test vs Bangladesh (Fatullah) - MATCH DRAWN
Batting: 105* (142 balls)
Bowling: 2 for 45 (15 overs) & DNB (Follow-on)