[ONESHOT] They loved each other without ever saying it. Until one day, Harman decided that leaving was easier than letting Smriti watch her fall apart. Smriti never knew the reason. She only knew that the person who once felt like home had suddenly become a stranger. A year later, the truth would find her. But by then, Harman had already been gone for far longer than Smriti could have imagined. Some stories are about finding love. Some are about losing it. And some are about finding your way back... when you thought there was nothing left to return to.

The Back Story of 'Those Three Words', a Harmandhana Story. Full story available on my previous account @spring_poetries .

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.

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. ❤️🏏☕️✨

Jemi has had enough and that leads to some questionable choices and chaos.🙈 Please note this is a Harmandhana fanfiction 🩷

One exhausted captain. One burnt-out superstar. One tiny cottage on the misty Cornish coast where the rest of the world and the sound of thirty thousand screaming fans, doesn't exist.

Two strangers. One random PUBG match. No names. No faces. No personal questions. Just late-night games, private rooms, and endless chats. What starts as simple teamwork slowly turns into something messier-teasing, secrets, and conversations that cross every limit they promised not to. Behind fake usernames and hidden Instagram accounts, they build something real... without ever knowing who the other person is. Until one day, they decide to meet. But when they finally see each other in a crowded café, both realize one terrifying thing- they already know each other. Very well. Teammates. Friends. And now... the same person behind every shameless message they can never unread. So what do you do when your favorite anonymous player turns out to be the one person you can't face?

A fake marriage, a dinosaur-obsessed four-year-old, and a high school ex who still remembers exactly how she takes her coffee. Falling in love again was never part of the contract-but neither were stegosaurus pancakes. A Harmandhana Story.

The famous cricket captain. The school's biggest heartbreaker. An intersex girl who never believed in forever. Harman spent years treating love like a game-until one broken-hearted girl walked back into her life and changed everything.

Smriti has just landed her biggest contract yet: renovating a historic, crumbling mansion in the hills. The catch? The firm she's forced to work with is run by Harman, a woman who treats a sledgehammer like a magic wand and thinks "aesthetic" is just a fancy word for "expensive."