Priya looked up. Her jaw dropped. “Mamu! You shaved it all off?”
He ran a hand over his smooth scalp. “New look,” he said. “I’m calling it the ‘Dhoni finish.’ No drama. Just the job.” kohli haircut
Then, his teenage niece, Priya, came to stay for the summer. Priya looked up
Humiliated, Rohan went home and stood in front of the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The aggressive fade, the demanding spikes, the cowlick of shame. He was not Virat Kohli. He never would be. He was Rohan Mehta, who liked butter chicken and spreadsheets. And for the first time in a decade, that felt perfectly fine. his teenage niece
He grabbed his old clippers, buzzed the whole thing down to a zero, and walked into the living room.