Jemimah Stories

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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."

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 is book have two sets of story of same kind: missing pieces. So Story 1 is related to TV show Everest. Story 2 is related to WPL + secret romance - a jemriti Fanfiction

In the world of Indian Cricket, Harmanpreet Kaur and Smriti Mandhana are seen as the perfect partnership - the Captain and the Vice-Captain, carrying the expectations of an entire nation together. But behind the cheers, headlines, and rumors, something between them is quietly breaking apart. And while the world searches for answers in leaked photographs and whispers from Sangli, Smriti is protecting a truth far more precious than anyone could imagine. A story about love, heartbreak, healing, and the people we choose to stay for. ✨ Hidden Secret - A Harmandhana Story

The "marriage" was the biggest joke of the T20 World Cup, born entirely out of bureaucratic chaos and Jemimah's inability to read fine print. And IWCT team made that scandal: a full chaos to annoy smritii

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.

This story is my take on lives of Harmanpreet Kaur and Smriti Mandhana after the spectacular World Cup win and a blazing WPL tournament. The noise grew louder-stadiums roaring, cameras flashing, expectations multiplying- but at the center of it all stood two women shaped by entirely different fires. Harmans's strong and fierce attitude was a perfect complement to Smriti's disciplined and calm energy. But as they navigate through life, Harman tries to suppress her ever growing emotions for her second in charge and Smriti finds herself feeling emotions that were previously unknown to her. DISCLAIMER This is purely fictional and not intended to hurt the feelings and sentiments of anyone. I just thought that they would make a good pairing so I'm writing this. I respect their personal lives and do not mean to force my stories on anyone! I love them and idolize them (and everyone from IWCT) immensely, just like you guys. Happy reading!

What began as a chaotic cricket camp inside the roaring world of Indian cricket slowly became something far softer, deeper, and far more personal. Adwitiya (Adi) Pillai fierce captain, explosive batter, emotionally guarded survivor walks into the Indian setup carrying grief, pressure, and years of learning how to survive without falling apart. Around her exists the loud, unbreakable chaos of found family: Shubman and Abhishek, who became her brothers long before cricket ever made them stars; Smriti, Jemimah, Sanju and the rest of the squad who slowly become pieces of home in between stadium lights and endless travel days. And somewhere in the middle of practice sessions, panic attacks, rooftop conversations, late-night video calls, dance breaks in empty locker rooms, and matches that feel heavier than scoreboards Ruturaj Gaikwad quietly becomes her peace. Not through dramatic confessions. But through small things. Through staying. Through noticing. Through understanding her silences before her words. While India keeps winning matches across countries and stadiums, Adi and Rutu slowly begin falling into each other's lives without fully realizing it two people learning that maybe love is not always loud. Sometimes it's just someone sitting beside you after a hard day and making you laugh until breathing feels easier again.

Warning: Professional writing skills not included. This is me trying to make sense of my one deeply struck Instagram status of Jemi. Proceed cautiously.

They met as children with dust on their shoes, stubborn hearts, and one impossible dream-to wear the same jersey that carried billions of hearts. Every selection camp forced them closer. Every month that passed blurred the line between competition and companionship. Before either of them realized it, competition became respect, respect became friendship, and friendship quietly became the safest place either of them had ever known. Across school grounds, state camps, crowded buses, empty practice nets, international stadiums, heartbreaking defeats and unforgettable victories, Jemi and Radha grew up side by side, never noticing how naturally their lives had begun to revolve around each other. But chasing a dream was never going to be the hardest part. They were too young to know that some battles couldn't be won with runs, catches, or medals alone. Some doors would already be open. Others, they would have to push open themselves- doors the world had never expected little girls with cricket bats to walk through. Who knew they would have to become the very reason those doors will never close again for any other girl. And somewhere amidst all of it, the miles travelled, the victories celebrated, the losses endured, the laughter shared, and the lives they slowly built together-something began to change. What begins as shared dreams slowly becomes shared silences, unwavering faith, and a bond so deeply woven into their lives that one day, they are forced to ask themselves a question they never thought they would- When did "you'll always be my best friend" stop feeling like enough? Neither of them knew the answer. Perhaps that's the thing about falling in love- by the time you notice it, it has already become part of your story.

When the Indian Women's Cricket Team embarks on a grueling, multi-format world tour, the stakes have never been higher. From the historic, rain-slicked pitches of England to the high-pressure arenas of the upcoming World Cup, the "Women in Blue" are chasing more than just trophies, they are fighting for a legacy that finally has the world's eyes fixed upon it. At the heart of this whirlwind are Harmanpreet Kaur and Smriti Mandhana. To the fans, they are the unbreakable core: the fiery Captain and the elegant, technical Vice-Captain. But behind the scenes, the pressure of leadership, the relentless media scrutiny, and the ghosts of past defeats threaten to crack their foundation. After a devastating loss at the start of the tour, they realize that traditional coaching can't bridge the gap, only they can. What begins as a single, desperate message tucked under a hotel door evolves into a series of raw, handwritten letters and notes exchanged in the quiet hours between matches. The World Tour Letters is a deep-dive into the magnetic, unspoken pull between two women who carry the weight of a billion dreams. As they navigate the grueling tour, their professional partnership begins to bleed into something deeper. #Harmandhana

hell yas, only two person tho #.# and that's me and My lil sissy Jemimah. so yah LAT'S GU

Jemimah Rodrigues is an Indian international cricketer, who is one of the most promising talents in women's cricket for her impeccable performances, graceful batting and vibrant fielding. She was born in Mumbai, Maharashtra and got her first taste of cricket when she started playing domestic games before representing Indian women national team. All her technical skills, fearless stroke play and pressure handling skills have helped her become a reliable middle order batsman in both One Day Internationals (ODIs) and Twenty20 Internationals (T20Is). Her outstanding performances for India in all major bilateral series and ICC events brought her to infamy. Jemimah has also made significant contributions to the Women's Premier League (WPL), representing her team in a number of outstanding performances. In addition to international cricket, she has played in overseas franchise leagues, highlighting her ability on the international stage. Her abilities in the field, her attitude and her dedication to self improvement have made her a favourite and a role model for young cricketers. In addition to her skills on the cricket pitch, Jemimah is also noted for her cheerful demeanour, musical passion, and engagement with her fans through social media. Her transformation from a young cricket lover to one of the top women cricketers in India is a testament to her years of dedication, discipline, and hard work. She is an influential figure in the world of women's cricket, continuing to inspire the next generation of players. To learn more about Jemimah Rodrigues, her biography, age, height, family background, education, cricket journey, domestic career, international records, Women's Premier League career, batting figures, achievements, awards, net worth, endorsements, personal life and latest updates on her career, read through this comprehensive profile. https://www.iplworldcup.com/jemimah-rodrigues/.

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Leo, the player with no heart moves in with Mr Jackson along with his brother James and they are hit with 7 gorgeouss sisters. Jemimah being the outcast of the bunch meets Leo and the game begins..........

Every century. Every victory. Every defeat. Every trophy. Every partnerships that won matches. A scoreboard records every run. This is everything it couldn't record. For years, Smriti Mandhana and Jemimah Rodrigues were known as teammates, roommates, best friends... "more like sisters," as they often smiled and told the world. The cameras captured the laughs. The interviews captured the jokes. The scorecards captured the numbers. But there was another story unfolding quietly between airport lounges, team buses, hotel balconies, rain interrupted training sessions, shared coffees and the silence that only two people who truly know each other can understand. This is not the story of how two cricketers fell in love. It's the story of how they spent years building a partnership so naturally that, by the time they finally recognised it, there was no word left for it except love. Because some partnerships were never meant to appear on the scoreboard.