Okay... please don't judge me. I know I'm late to discover this masterpiece of a show, but there's a shayari that fits perfectly here - "Waqt se pehle, qismat se zyada... na hum kisi se mil paayenge, na hume kuch mil paayega." Maybe that's why destiny made mmeet the best show, at the best time of my life. I just finished the entire 3-year serial in 2.5 months, and honestly, I still can't express how deeply I love this show. Maddam Sir came into my life when I was fighting some of my darkest days - loneliness, overthinking, emotional heaviness - and this show became my survival companion. And of course... HASEENA MALIK. She became my light. Her calmness, patience, and her iconic dialogue. It taught me more than most people have in real life. Then there's KARISHMA SINGH - the character I relate to the most. Her unspoken emotions, years of suppressed pain, her anger that hides her vulnerability... I saw myself in her. Irritated, frustrated, angry at silly things, not because we are bad people - but because no one ever understood our hurt. And then one person steps into our life and everything changes. For her, that person is Haseena Malik. Throughout the show, I always felt Karishma was the most lonely character. She never expressed her real pain to anyone. Even the writers hid that side, which disappointed me because her emotional depth deserved more. And yet... her anger always softened when Haseena was near her. --- Purpose of Writing This Story: When Haseena "died," Karishma's heartbreak, fear, and trauma were almost ignored. Even after she knew Urmila was actually Haseena, she accepted it too quickly. But the hurt, the anger, the longing... they never came out. They remained buried. This fan-fiction is my way of giving Karishma the emotional release she never got in the show. --- PLEASE READ THE STORY, SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS, AND SUPPORT ME. Your comments, votes, and encouragement mean the world to me and help me continue writing this journey.

Hey guys!! This is yuki harish, a maddam sir fan, specially yuki/kareEna fan. This is a ff about kareEna lovestory with a lots of suspense. There is no Dsp Anubhav Singh....Lalla is there but soon we will kick him out of the story😉😜. I will try to give regular update to the story. So, Stay tuned of further updates.💕 Also, this is the first time I writing ✍ a ff so it's a humble request to all you to kindly forgive my small mistakes 🙏😊. One request to readers that kindly read the story with patience as romantic moments will come between kareEna but when story will lead to it....forcefully I will not include any romance in the story. Thanks for reading and seeking forward to your love and support ❤.

Smriti Mandhana and Ashleigh gardner Some rivalries are meant to stay on the field. Some don't. When two of cricket's fiercest competitors are suddenly bound together in a decision neither of them chose, the line between performance and reality begins to blur. Every glance turns into a statement. Every silence says too much. And every moment spent together feels like something neither of them can control. They call it a contract. They call it temporary. They call it nothing. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the act ends-and where something real begins. Because not all battles are played under stadium lights. And not all feelings can be ignored forever.

"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?

Welcome to a collection of fictional shorts featuring the girls of the Indian Women's Cricket Team-but with a twist. We're stepping off the pitch and right into the glorious chaos of their real lives. And I hope you guys will like this.

They spent years ignoring the glances, the pauses, the things left unsaid. In a career defining series, Smriti and Harmanpreet are forced to confront emotions buried under ambition and pressure. Some truths can be delayed but never escaped [⚠️this is work of fiction any resemblance to real event's/people is purely coincidental and a result of my boredom, imagination and mild delusion .] This is my 1 st try so any suggestions are welcome and if any body has any problems with wlw content then this is not for you . Its only for the yearning delusional gays and theys .

***** _The air at St. Jude's always smelled of two things: freshly cut grass and ambition. It was a heavy, cloying scent that Ellyse Alexandra Perry had inhaled every morning for three years. To everyone else, Ellyse was the blueprint of the academy-a fusion of athletic grace and academic precision. But as she stood on the balcony of the athletic wing, watching the new intake of scholarship students trickle through the iron gates, she felt a familiar, hollow boredom. Then, she saw her.......!!!?

yeahhh thats itt, im gay for all these women and love to write about them, requests are open if anyone has any!!