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Harmanpreet (the Captain) always considered herself as the "Outsider" who fought through the dusty fields of Moga with no blueprint, while Smriti (the Vice-Captain) knew she was the "Legacy," coming from a structured, cricket-loving family in Sangli where the path was paved with support. One built her own path The other was born to run with it Together, they rewrote the game.

She was India's pride. He was her secret. And love... was her biggest risk. had mastered the art of balance - pressure, expectations, and a love she kept hidden from the world. In stolen moments and quiet calls, she built a life with , loving him with a heart that knew no boundaries. Only a few knew her truth... and among them, one person held it the closest - , her safe place, her constant. But just days before forever, her world doesn't just crack - it shatters. Betrayal doesn't knock. It destroys. The man she trusted, the future she dreamed, the love she fought to protect - all gone in a moment that leaves her questioning everything... including herself. Yet, Smriti Mandhana was never just a lover. She was a fighter. From sleepless nights to silent tears behind stadium lights, from breaking down in solitude to standing tall in front of millions - this is her journey of healing. Of choosing herself when love failed her. Of rebuilding not just her career, but her identity. And somewhere between heartbreak and healing... between friendship and something deeper... she begins to feel again. But this time, it's different. This time, it's real. A story of betrayal, resilience, and unexpected love - where the strongest hearts aren't the ones that never break... but the ones that learn to beat again. This is a Jemriti story - where friendship turns into something deeper, softer, and undeniable. Note: This is a complete work of fanfiction. While a few real-life inspirations or moments may have been loosely used, the story, relationships, and events are entirely fictional and created purely for storytelling purposes. Please enjoy it as a journey of emotions and imagination. ⚠️ Warning: Read at your own risk. Mature themes and vocabulary are used.

One shots featuring Jemi Rodrigues because well Jemi is Love..... Content Warning: Most stories in this series contain adult language and scenes; please read at your own discretion. Stories featuring adult scenes are marked with a 🔞 symbol.

Every family has a story. Some are filled with laughter, some with tears, and some with moments that change everything. When two families, bound only by destiny, begin crossing paths, their lives become intertwined in ways they never imagined. What follows is a journey of unexpected connections, unspoken feelings, cherished bonds, and love that grows through every high and low. Because sometimes, the most beautiful relationships aren't planned, they're written by fate. A story where every smile is shared, every sorrow is faced together, and every heart finds a place to belong. After all, no matter what life brings... Hum Saath Saath Hai.

She believed she'd come back and fix everything. She was wrong. Time moved on. People changed. And some wounds learned to live in silence. Now they're back... Under the same jersey. On the same team. Chasing the same dream. But not each other. Because sometimes... You don't lose the person you love when they leave. You lose them... When they no longer wait for you. A Jemriti Story!!!

The Houses Opposite Each Other Before Harry Bullar and Smriti Mandhana became part of each other's lives, there were two families living on opposite sides of the same quiet road. Villa Eight belonged to the Bullars. It was rarely silent. The front door was almost always open, the dining table was never meant for only the people who lived there, and every conversation somehow became louder than necessary. Mr. Bullar was the kind of father who hid his concern behind humour. He enjoyed telling stories about his daughters, especially the ones they repeatedly asked him not to tell. He believed family problems could be solved with patience, tea and a conversation long enough for everyone to forget why they had been angry. Mrs. Bullar was the centre of the house. She knew who had eaten, who had lied about eating and who was upset even before they understood it themselves. She could stop an argument with one look and restart it with a single innocent question. Her affection was never dramatic. It appeared in additional food on a plate, medicine placed beside a glass of water and lights left on until every daughter returned home. Their eldest daughter, Harry , carried the house without admitting she was carrying anything. She was a cricketer, a captain and a woman accustomed to making decisions before others had finished explaining the problem. Her temper arrived quickly, loudly and without warning. People often remembered that first. They remembered the raised voice. The impatient instructions. The sharp answers. What they rarely stayed long enough to notice was everything that followed. Harry would scold the watchman for carrying something heavy and then carry it herself. She would shout at the children during practice and secretly replace a broken bat before the next morning. She would complain about responsibility while accepting more of it than anyone had asked her to. People remembered her storms. Only her parents knew how peaceful she became once the

Beyond the Boundary Harmanpreet Kaur has faced world-class bowlers, captained India through pressure-filled matches, and carried the hopes of millions on her shoulders. But there is one challenge she has never been able to conquer. Smriti Mandana. The vice-captain of Team India is everything Harman is not. Warm, carefree, effortlessly charming, and capable of turning Harman's carefully controlled world upside down with a single smile. For years, Harman has hidden her feelings behind captaincy duties, stolen glances, and quiet moments that nobody notices. Or at least, nobody except her closest friends. As Team India travels across tournaments, training camps, victories, heartbreaks, and unforgettable adventures, a secret love story begins to unfold. With Jemi's endless chaos, Harleen's protective sister energy, Radha's silent devotion, Shrey's mischief, and Aru's sharp observations, keeping feelings hidden becomes almost impossible. Between shared cups of tea, late-night messages, accidental touches, team bus rides, and moments that mean far more than words ever could, Harman and Smriti find themselves standing on the edge of something beautiful. A heartwarming slow-burn romance about friendship, family, cricket, and love. Because some partnerships are bigger than records. Some stories begin beyond the boundary. ❤️🏏☕️✨

What if the greatest love story... Wasn't the one that lasted forever... But the one that taught two people how to let each other go... Without ever learning how to stop loving?

They say the Aurora keeps its vows... lovers who wish beneath a falling star are never truly lost. In the world of cricket, Smriti Mandhana and Jemimah Rodrigues are just teammates-bound by the game, laughter, and an unspoken connection neither dares to name. But behind quiet glances and stolen moments, Jemi falls first... and hides it. Smriti follows... and hides it better. A promise waits at the end of a tournament. A confession that never comes. When everything shatters and Jemi disappears without a trace, she leaves behind more than just silence-she leaves a wish beneath the Northern Lights. Far away, under a sky painted with magic, exists a legend-The Aurora Vows-where only the truest, most impossible love can bend fate itself. Heartbroken and unwilling to let go, Smriti follows the myth... chasing a falling star, a lost love, and a promise the universe may have already heard. Because in the land where the Aurora listens- love is not just felt. It is answered.