Ishan Kishan Leads East Zone to Duleep Trophy Glory
Ishan Kishan’s East Zone did not just win the Duleep Trophy. They smothered South Zone into submission, then signed off with a flourish that underlined a captain and a team at the peak of their domestic powers.
By stumps on the fourth evening, the contest had already drifted from mismatch to formality. East Zone were 212 for 5, a scarcely believable 584 runs ahead. Any thought of overnight generosity from Kishan vanished with the morning mist. East chose to bat on, to grind South’s bowlers into the surface and into the record books.
Under overcast skies, South Zone’s quicks finally found some life. The hero of the first innings, Kumar Kushagra, could add only 12 more before departing, as Mohammed Siraj hit a probing length and, for a brief spell, stirred a hint of resistance from his side. But every time South sniffed an opening, East closed the door.
At No.7, Md Kounain Quraishi, in just his second first-class match, played as if he had been doing this for a decade. He dug in, left well, and quietly began to build. At the other end, Anukul Roy shifted through the gears with far more freedom. When Tripurana Vijay dropped even slightly short, Roy launched him over the ropes twice in an over, a statement that East were not content with merely winning; they wanted to dominate the final day too.
South’s desperation told in the review column. By the 76th over, every DRS referral had been squandered, each hopeful appeal another sign of a team out of ideas. By Lunch, Quraishi and Roy had settled in, unbeaten on 76 and 37, the lead swelling, the result long beyond doubt.
After the break, South turned to spin. The change of pace did nothing to loosen East’s grip. Roy eased to a composed half-century, rotating strike, picking off the bad balls, while Quraishi’s innings grew in stature with every over. The Jharkhand all-rounder marshalled the tail-end of the innings with the calm of a seasoned pro, inching towards a landmark he will not forget.
When the moment came, he seized it in style. Quraishi reached his maiden first-class hundred and celebrated by clubbing Vijay for consecutive sixes, taking East’s already mountainous lead beyond 750. The scoreboard, by then, read less like a target and more like a verdict.
Roy finally fell in the 99th over, his dismissal ending a 150-run stand that had broken South’s last sliver of resistance. Kishan did not wait any longer. With the next over, he waved them in, offered the handshake, and sealed East Zone’s third Duleep Trophy title.
The triumph carried a strong Jharkhand imprint. Kishan, Kushagra, Quraishi and Shikhar Mohan all made heavy contributions across the match, a core that has grown together in domestic cricket now driving a zonal powerhouse. For Kishan, this was not an isolated success but an extension of a pattern. He had already lifted the Syed Mushtaq Ali Trophy last season; now he added the Duleep Trophy to his captaincy résumé.
His numbers matched the aura. Kishan finished with a match aggregate of 350 runs, the highest ever in a Duleep Trophy game, and walked away with the Player of the Match award. On the other side, Tilak Varma, South Zone’s captain, claimed the Player of the Series for his body of work across the tournament, but could not hide his regret. He later admitted his disappointment at failing to impose himself on the opening day, a lapse that helped East build the colossal 708-run first-innings lead that effectively decided the final.
Kishan, for his part, allowed himself a hint of mischief. He described himself as a “good leader,” and spoke of his time away from the Indian team as a period of “transformation” — a phase that had made him calmer, sharper in reading situations, without dulling his appetite for big runs and big moments.
The numbers around him are beginning to echo that sentiment. This final produced the third-highest aggregate in any Duleep Trophy match, and Kishan’s unbeaten streak as a first-class captain now stretches to 16 games. For East Zone, and for a resurgent Kishan, this was not just a title. It felt like a statement about where they intend to go next.






