Two women. One bond. Feelings they never saw coming. ❤️ Haseena Mallik and Karishma Singh have always been more than just SHO and SI. Between arguments, trust, laughter, festivals, and countless little moments, something slowly begins to change. What happens when friendship starts feeling like something more? A WLW Kareena fanfiction about two women discovering love where they least expected it. Sometimes the heart understands before the mind is ready to accept it.

A HARMANDHANA story, where time waited but fate didn't....🤍✨

Smriti's POV: She had spent years learning how to survive without love. I had spent years learning how to love her quietly. She called her walls protection; I called them something I wanted to understand. She was fire to the world, yet softness to the few she trusted. I saw the woman beneath the captain, beneath the uniform, beneath the scars. She carried responsibilities like they were promises carved into her bones. I carried a secret love she had never asked me to confess. She feared that love would ask her to lose herself again. I feared that telling her would make me lose her altogether. So we stayed somewhere between friendship and something neither of us named. Between lingering glances and hands that never seemed to let go. Between long hugs and conversations that lasted until sleep found us. She kept choosing duty; I kept choosing patience. She kept saying she was enough on her own; I kept believing she deserved to be chosen too. Maybe love wasn't meant to rescue her from her past. Maybe it was simply meant to stand beside her while she faced it. And perhaps, after all the years of asking what if it doesn't work?- we would finally dare to ask, "What if it does?" Harmandhana Fanfiction✨️... Series2: "Innings Of Heart"

"We promised we were just surviving the storm - never knowing we were becoming each other's shelter." On the field, Harmanpreet Kaur is fire - fearless, dominant, and unstoppable. Off the field, she hides heartbreak behind loud laughter and captaincy strength. Beside her stands Smriti Mandhana - calm, elegant, and composed, carrying her own shattered past behind a serene smile. Thirteen years of friendship. Two broken hearts. One impulsive night that was never meant to happen. What begins as silent comfort in the shadows of pressure and pain slowly blurs the line between friendship and something far more dangerous. They call it stress relief. They call it safety. They call it "just best friends." But love has a way of speaking even when they refuse to. In a world that watches their every move, can fire and moonlight survive the truth of what they've become to each other?

The second part of the series 'What if it works!?' , Harmanpreet and Smriti , the individuals with two distinct ideologies and personalities ; though their passion for cricket , sports and partiotism for the nation is unmatched. But their this contrasting nature as of Smriti's calm with Harman's rage. Smriti's sweet - bubbly nature with Harman's hot-strong headed and self-respectful personality . Smriti's soft chuckles with Harman's loud laugh . Smriti's logics along Harmans practicality . Smriti's understanding to Harman's thunder . Their incompatibility find a way to their solace and become a sort of cherished love and 'Home' for one-another . Their journey is a fairytale with dusty magical cricket dust and the fire of passion . Seek in!

Where We Left Us A Shivaay Singh Oberoi × Naira Singhania Story A business deal was supposed to bring two powerful families together. Nobody warned them about the two people sitting across the conference table. Shivaay Singh Oberoi is accustomed to having the final word. Naira Naitik Singhania has never been particularly interested in letting anyone have it. One meeting. One disagreement. And suddenly, a deal promising immense profits to the Oberois and Singhanias requires considerably more patience-and perhaps a permanent supply of popcorn. To everyone watching, Mr. Oberoi and Ms. Singhania simply cannot stand each other. But their arguments feel a little too personal. Their silences last a little too long. And behind every carefully spoken Mr. Oberoi and Ms. Singhania lies something neither of them is willing to explain. Because sometimes, meeting someone isn't really a beginning. Sometimes... it's returning to something that was never truly finished.

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"

"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.

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.