In the serene village of Bathad nestled within the picturesque district of Kullu in the Trithan Valley, Digvijay's childhood was painted with the hues of cricket. From the break of dawn till the last light of dusk the rhythmic thud of leather against willow echoed through the village streets as Digvijay and his friends engaged in endless matches of cricket. With dreams as vast as the Himalayan ranges that surrounded their village Digvijay harbored aspirations of becoming a cricketer, weaving fantasies of lifting trophies and representing his nation on international grounds.

However, amidst the cheers of the villagers and the echo of cricket chants, there existed a silent discord within Digvijay's family. While Digvijay's heart beat for the cricket pitch, his father's hopes soared towards a different horizon. A horizon painted with the hues of education, where Digvijay would become a torchbearer for his community illuminating the path of progress and development....