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Burden of the Crown and Bonds Of Brotherhood

    My not So dear Harry Haters or Anyone who has to say anything against him Please Skip this Os . Don't blame if you still say against him and I become rude.

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      Hardik Pandya sat alone in the dimly lit locker room, his head bowed, and his mind burdened with a weight he couldn't shake off. The recent turn of events in the cricketing world had taken a toll on him, especially the relentless trolling and criticism he faced online. But what hurt him the most was the blame he placed on himself for Rohit Sharma losing the captaincy, a position he believed Rohit deserved more than anyone.

As he replayed the moments in his mind, the heated discussions, the media frenzy, and the public outcry, Hardik couldn't help but feel responsible. He had never anticipated that his rise to prominence would coincide with such turmoil, leading to whispers and speculations about his role in the team dynamics.

Rahul, his close friend and teammate, noticed Hardik's distress. With a concerned expression, Rahul approached him, hoping to ease his friend's burden. "Hey, Hardik, are you okay?" Rahul's voice was filled with genuine concern.

Hardik looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and frustration. "Do I look okay, Rahul?" His tone was sharp, laced with hurt.

Rahul sat beside him, trying to choose his words carefully. "I know it's been tough, Hardik. But you can't blame yourself for everything that's happened."

Hardik's jaw tensed as he listened to Rahul. "You don't get it, Rahul. It's because of me that Rohit lost the captaincy. They think I'm the reason he got snatched away from the role he deserved."

Rahul placed a reassuring hand on Hardik's shoulder. "You're not the reason, Hardik. It's a collective decision, and you're not alone in this."

But Hardik's guilt was consuming him. "You don't understand, Rahul. The trolls, the media, they're relentless. They make me feel like I don't deserve to be here."

Rahul tried to reason with him, "You're an integral part of this team, Hardik. Your talent and dedication speak for themselves. Don't let the noise drown out your confidence."

Hardik shook his head, his voice wavering. "I can't face Rohit Bhai, Rahul. I can't look him in the eye and pretend everything's fine when I know it's not."

Unbeknownst to Hardik, his words stung Rahul deeply. The realization that Hardik felt so burdened by guilt and self-blame that he couldn't confide in him, someone he considered a friend and confidant, hurt Rahul more than he could express.

"I'm here for you, Hardik," Rahul said softly, masking his own hurt. "Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll listen. You're not alone in this."

Hardik nodded, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes despite the storm of emotions raging within him. "Thanks, Rahul. I'll figure it out."

As Rahul left the locker room, his thoughts lingered on the weight of expectations, the pressures of fame, and the bonds that both strengthened and strained under the spotlight of cricketing glory.

Title: Bonds of Brotherhood

Rohit Sharma stood by the window of his hotel room, gazing out at the bustling city below. His mind was clouded with a heavy burden, one that weighed on his heart and soul. The news of his younger brother, Hardik, facing hate and criticism from supposed fans claiming to support Rohit had hit him hard.

Virat Kohli, Rohit's best friend and confidant, entered the room, sensing the somber atmosphere. "Ro, are you okay?" Virat's voice was filled with concern as he approached Rohit.