Harmanpreetkaur Stories

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!

Warning ⚠ ☠️☠️💀 Don't hate your cute author after reading this...this is purely fiction story. I wanted to write this since too long... I don't hate anyone....I love Harman, smriti and jemi equally.. I know I will get lot of criticism and hate over this...but as I writer I wanted to try something new so it is just fanfic story. . I hope kiska BP or heart jyada high na ho kyuki it is short story of 10 chapters.... As I compensation I will publish all together so aap log ko ending bhi mil jayegi!! Remember my one shots I have always written cute, funny romantic stories so bear this toxic one.. I love you guys....I know you also love me...?🥺♥️

"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?

Jersey No. 21 - Radha Yadav has spent her entire life building control - Control over her game, Control over her discipline. At 26, she's stepping into the role of the Indian Women's Cricket Team's Captain, struggling to fill heavy expectations as the world watches her every move with detailed scrutiny. All her decisions are going to be measured against the legacy of her ex-Captain, Harmanpreet Kaur, who handed over the reigns to her. Across that boundary rope, stands her arch-nemesis. Jersey No. 5 - Jemimah Rodrigues - carrying her September fire, music in her bloodstream & chaotic energy personified. They were prodigies who trained at the same academy but never saw eye-to-eye. Eventually, they drifted apart - playing for opposite teams - different nations, different anthems. Now, time pushes them together - India v/s Australia, the ODI series - under harsh stadium lights and broadcast scrutiny. As Radha navigates the pressures of her maiden Captaincy, will she find her resolve being tested by the guitar-strumming Clutch Queen? Are they really rivals who wish to beat each other or simply be seen by the other? (being posted on ao3 too - same username)

"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒏" Ft. Harmandhana. At the Cresmont International University, Mumbai. Harmanpreet Kaur Bhullar believed life was meant to be lived by rules, boundaries, and consequences. Smriti Mandhana believed rules were merely suggestions waiting to be broken. One was a disciplined professor who could silence an entire classroom with a single glare; the other was the university's beloved cricket captain who could turn every rule into a joke. They disliked each other from the very beginning-and neither of them was willing to admit how often they thought about the other. Harman saw Smriti as reckless chaos wrapped in a charming smile, while Smriti saw Harman as an impossible woman who took everything far too seriously. But somewhere between arguments, punishments, stolen glances, and endless clashes, hatred began losing its certainty. Smriti started noticing the woman behind Harman's sternness-the sacrifices, the loneliness, and the heart she kept carefully hidden. Harman, despite herself, began seeing the discipline beneath Smriti's chaos-the fierce ambition, loyalty, and determination that made her a brilliant captain. They were never supposed to understand each other, let alone become the person the other couldn't ignore. Because sometimes the person who challenges every rule you have is the very person who makes you want to break them all. ~By Mrids.

Smriti Mandhana has spent her entire cricket career being the perfect teammate. Need someone to attend a sponsor dinner? Smriti will go. Need someone to fill in for an injured player in a domestic match? Smriti will fly overnight. Need someone to help organize teammates' weddings, charity matches, engagement shoots, retirement ceremonies? Smriti has done it 27 times. Twenty-seven weddings, ceremonies, or cricket celebrations where she has stood beside teammates wearing ridiculous themed jerseys, bridesmaid lehengas, or matching outfits. Her closet is full of them. But Smriti has never been the one chosen. She's secretly been in love with her captain, Harmanpreet Kaur, for years. Then everything changes when a sarcastic cricket journalist starts digging into Smriti's strange reputation as "the professional bridesmaid of Indian women's cricket." Plot inspired by the Movie 27 Dresses.

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As the powerhouse captains of the Royal Challengers Bangalore and the Delhi Capitals, Smriti Mandhana and Jemimah Rodrigues know exactly how to handle the high-octane pressure of the Women's Premier League. They can read a pitch perfectly, crush a run-chase, and handle intense media days with absolute grace. What they can't handle is being separated.Under the strict tournament rules, rival captains must maintain a professional distance. Wpl Season broke relationship too. The testimony is judged!! Smriti and Jemi are forced to play the most high-stakes game of their lives off the field. When the boundaries are drawn and the cameras are rolling, they are fierce on-field rivals. But behind closed doors, they are a team that refuses to be defeated. Can they pull off the ultimate hidden romance, or will a loose clue, an eagle-eyed teammate or their fight to defend their respective squads. This books contains different Shots and stories on Wpl season how jemriti romance and love survives...!!

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"

The gray skies and iconic grounds of England it is. The India Women's Tour of England 2025 was a high-stakes series across Nottingham, London, and Birmingham, providing the perfect backdrop for a slow-burn romance. This is a journey through a long away tour in England, where the rain and the pressure of the series force two of India's biggest stars to finally look at what's been hiding in plain sight.

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.

One accident. One forgotten heart. One diary full of truths she was never meant to read. When memories fade but emotions don't... what destiny waits for them now?

Every family has a story. Some are filled with laughter, some with tears, and some with moments that change everything. When two families, bound only by destiny, begin crossing paths, their lives become intertwined in ways they never imagined. What follows is a journey of unexpected connections, unspoken feelings, cherished bonds, and love that grows through every high and low. Because sometimes, the most beautiful relationships aren't planned, they're written by fate. A story where every smile is shared, every sorrow is faced together, and every heart finds a place to belong. After all, no matter what life brings... Hum Saath Saath Hai.

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

This story takes place on 18 March 2023, the 15th match of WPL between the undefeated champions Mumbai Indians and the runner-ups UP Warriorz

Some people enter your life and leave. Some stay. And that's the problem. Because it's easy to lose a stranger. It's much harder to lose your best friend. Between cricket stadiums, late-night calls, shared secrets, and years of friendship, Ishan and Shreyanka have built something neither of them can imagine living without. But when feelings start getting involved, things become a lot more complicated. After all... How do you tell your best friend they're also the reason your heart won't leave you alone? hop onto the story to know more ✨

Two souls. One unwanted marriage. One believes that marriage is a promise meant to be honored; the other refuses to even know the name of the person she's bound to. To the world, they are Smriti, the Queen of Cricket and Jemimah, the rising star of the game. But off the field, Smriti hides a secret that tugs at her heart every day... while Jemimah finds herself falling for her idol, never realizing that the woman she admires is already her wife. A story of unspoken vows, dreams, and destiny where love finds its way, even through the boundaries of silence.

Sometimes one night is enough to change everything. Some conversations come too late. Some hearts never stop waiting. A Harmandhana Fanfiction ♡