"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.

On the field, they're unstoppable. Off the field, they're navigating the game of love-and it's anything but easy. A Harmandhana Story ft. Radhemah and IWCT

one shots on iwct is coming up. it will be fun shots with lots of love and mastii. different couples and friendship! It is quite emotional and heart breaking too.

Set in the pre-independence era under the British Raj, *Ink Against Silence* unfolds in a quiet village near Raipur, where Smriti dares to defy tradition by pursuing a higher education in the humanities at a British-run school. In a society bound by rigid beliefs and expectations, she steps forward with courage, accompanied by her loyal best friend Jemimah. As Smriti challenges norms and carves her own path, her journey becomes one of resilience, friendship, and quiet rebellion-an emotional and compelling fictional tale that explores the cost of choosing one's voice over silence.

When the architectural legacy of the Bhullar sisters from Alibaug collides with the cricketing fire of the Mandhana sisters from Mumbai, chaos sparks-and in the middle of rivalry, ambition, and family pride, love begins to rewrite the story.

When life leaves her drowning, Smriti spins a desperate lie to stay afloat-and accidentally finds herself tangled with a stoic genius who might just teach her what it means to love. A Harmandhana Sitcom- The Continuation.

Just stay

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

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.

Due to Smriti and Jemimah's curiosity they became a part of a Crime Scene and later dragged Harman with them to help them out of the situation !!! (Yeh sirf ek fanfiction h toh kripya kr ke isse dil pe na le, kahi aur lein...Thank You. {This is just a work of fanfiction, so please don't take it to heart. Take it somewhere else instead... Thank You.})