The national womens cricket team is currently on their ODI Australia tour. Where after the 1st two matches India's performance is drastically below the average. Over the top the injury of Indian all-rounder Deepti Sharma is a matter of concern for the whole platoon. Selectors are scavenging their brains to send the perfect replacement for her.
INT. HARLEEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Harleen sits on her couch, phone pressed to her ear as she listens intently to Smriti's voice on the other end of the line. Smriti's tone is heavy with despondency as she recounts the recent struggles of the Indian cricket team.
SMRITI (OVER PHONE)
...and I just don't know what to do anymore, Harleen. We're falling apart out here. It's like everything we've worked for is slipping through our fingers.
HARLEEN
(softly)
Hey, Smriti... I know it's tough right now, but you can't lose hope. You're one of the strongest players out there, and I believe in you. We all do.
SMRITI (OVER PHONE)
(sighs)
I wish I had your confidence, Harleen. But I can't help but feel like I'm letting everyone down.
HARLEEN
(insistently)
You're not letting anyone down. Sometimes things don't go our way, but that doesn't mean we stop fighting. Remember why you started playing cricket in the first place. You love this game, and no setback can change that.
SMRITI (OVER PHONE)
(softly)
Thanks, Harleen. I needed to hear that.
HARLEEN
(gently)
Anytime, Smriti. We're in this together, remember? Through thick and thin.
Smriti's voice wavers with emotion as she responds.
SMRITI (OVER PHONE)
(tearfully)
Yeah... thank you, Harleen. I don't know what I'd do without you.
HARLEEN
(affectionately)
Good thing You'll never have to find out, I'm always here for you.
The two friends share a moment of quiet solidarity, their bond strengthened by the trials they face together. As the conversation draws to a close, Harleen's determination to support Smriti through her struggles burns brighter than ever before.
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the dressing room, casting a warm glow on the faces of the Indian cricket team. Excitement buzzed in the air as they awaited the arrival of their new teammate.
Harmanpreet Kaur, the Indian captain, stood tall at the front of the room, a smile playing on her lips as she prepared to introduce the latest addition to the squad. The players exchanged whispers of anticipation, eager to greet their new companion.
As the door creaked open, all eyes turned towards the entrance. Harleen Deol stepped into the room, her eyes bright with enthusiasm and a wide smile adorning her face. Cheers erupted from her new teammates, welcoming her with open arms.
But amidst the chaos, one figure remained still, lost in her own thoughts. Smriti Mandhana, the vice-captain of the Indian women's cricket team, stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She watched as Harleen was greeted with enthusiasm, unsure of how to react.
Harmanpreet stepped forward, her voice breaking through the excited chatter. "Everyone, please welcome Harleen Deol to the team," she announced, her words echoing in the room.
But as the cheers filled the air, Smriti remained silent, her gaze fixed on Harleen. spellbounded, she stood frozen in place.
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Queen
Fanfiction"Queen" is a fictional LGBTQIA story set in the world of Indian cricket. Follow the journey of two women cricketers, Harleen and Smriti, as they navigate the challenges of friendship, camaraderie, and ultimately, love. This heartwarming tale explore...
