Every night, she tells me she loves me in a world made of shadows. Every morning, I wake up to a room full of ghosts, realizing my mind created a perfect stranger and left me with a heart that aches for a girl who might not even exist. Now, I'm tearing the waking world apart, searching for a face I've only ever seen with my eyes closed. A Smritika Fanfiction.

She was supposed to be just another friend. Smriti Mandhana had a career to protect, a wedding she believed in, and absolutely no intention of falling for anyone. Then came "Gio" - Barcelona's endlessly energetic Brazilian midfielder, daughter of a football legend, and the one person who could turn Smriti's carefully controlled world upside down. They came from different countries. Different sports. Different lives.

"We were fine when it was just banter and boundary lines." Harmanpreet never meant to let her temper get the best of her. Alyssa never expected to let her guard down. What started as bad blood after a bitter loss turned into something far too deep-and far too dangerous to keep. Jemimah gave her heart to the captain who held the whole team together. But when Meg's perfectionism cracks under the weight of a lost championship, the fallout threatens to destroy them both. They say time heals everything. But when international duty forces them into the same rooms once more, the truth becomes impossible to ignore: They haven't moved on. They never will. A story of fiery tempers, forbidden closeness, and the quiet realization that loving someone sometimes means walking away.

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.

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The old captain and the captain-in-making try to figure out their very, very active arrangement. An old captain and her vice captain figure out their newfound feeling towards each other- is it newfound or just repressed?! A sequel to 'It's Never Over', with baby Smerry! and an oldie couple!

Two names. Two journeys. One unbreakable bond. On the field, they are the backbone of Indian cricket-Harmanpreet, the fierce force of nature, and Smriti, the calm and graceful stroke-maker. To the world, they were always Harman and Smriti, two leaders steering the same dream. But beyond the stadium lights, the press conferences, and the intense pressure of the game, grew a story of silent understanding, shared laughter, and unconditional support. This isn't just about cricket or two legendary players. This is about how two individual paths blended into something bigger-a bond the world eventually came to call "HarMandhana"

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

Smriti Mandhana, India's elegant left-handed cricket star, flies to London for a charity sports gala combining cricket and football. There, she meets Leah Williamson, England's charming football captain, known for her discipline and fierce passion for the game. Their first meeting is accidental-Smriti, lost in the corridors of Wembley Stadium, bumps into Leah after a charity match. Leah's playful smile softens Smriti's usual calm, leading to an instant, unspoken connection.

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.