#Hardikpandya

[roseromeroredranger]

This is so fucking adorable..the was shub bhaiya looking at Ishu bhaiya..rishu bhiaya noticing shub and then he saw who was shub looking at and then smack shub's head and came out his dreamland ..I mean Ishu land .

It's ok shub bhaiya we can understand how Ishu bhaiya looks adorable

Pls ignore me calling them bhaiya i consider them my big bro figures.

[thecrazyinktrovert]

I am SO NOT NORMAL about the reel Ishan just posted on Insta about him going to Hardik and hugging him. Like the pure, raw emotions in the vid?? Hardik smiling when he sees Ishu?? Ishu practically pouncing on Harry bhaiya? And then kissing his cheek?? And as he pulls back, Harry bhaiya pointing to his other cheek, telling Ishu to plant a smol kiss there too??? I was squealing throughout !! They are so cute!! Harry and Ishu are my fave bhaiya-chhota bhai duo in the ICT. and do NOT get me started on the caption! Ishu being there for Harry bhai humesha, and also the other way around <333

[bookdragonslayer]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The Chokers of the Decade, But no more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sooooo proud to be an Indian RN. After 17 Looooooonnnnnnnggggg years!!!

I want to congratulate all my fellow Indians AND the people worldwide (Cuz we are something of a blessing).

SOOOOOOOO PROOOOOUUUDD TODAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!

🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

❤️❤️

[ek-ranjhaan]

Hardik crying and Rohit hugging him.... Healed a (huge) part of me

Kohli announcing retirement from t20...new trauma unlocked (but idk why i understand and accept it)

[ishuess]

A Harry-Ishu Moodboard ❤️‍🩹

Me and who?🤧par bhai nazar matt lagaana inhe kisi ki bhi🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

[messydesiwali]

My new emotion 💙😫

[45cementry-gates]

This Starving Heart

#7. Filler Shenanigans

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It's not even nine in the morning  and yet Hardik is already tired.

When Rohit and Virat Bhai asked him to keep an eye on Ishan and Shubhman, he thought it was because they were up to something.

Something uselessly troublesome, of course.

But the more he observed them, the more it started feeling like he was witnessing a serial from star plus where the main leads are forced into an unhappy marriage by their families and have nothing in common besides a mutual sense of hatred towards one another but then later develop feelings and act all awkward with each other.

His mother used to love these type of plots.

He wishes he could just drop them both at her front door.

His stress levels would reduce immensely and his mom will have unlimited entertainment to keep her company.

Win-win situation for everyone.

Sadly, the two are needed on the team, So his mom's entertainment package will have to wait for the time being.

How truly unfortunate.

They're all sitting down for breakfast and Shubhman moves around the table, balancing his plate in one hand and holding his mobile, sunglasses, napkin and handkerchief in the other hand.

The guy's habit of overestimating how many things his hands can hold have already led to multiple disasters in the past.

Hardik has been an unwilling eyewitness to at least five of them.

And yet this moron refuses to learn.

Shubhman stands behind the empty chair right next to him, and Hardik grabs his plate on instinct before it can fall on the table, or the chair or worse, on his  head.

The memory of Shubhman almost dropping a plate full of pasta on Virat and then smacking it away before it touched him both terrifies and makes him laugh even today.

Shubhman pulls out the chair, takes his seat, dumps everything he's holding onto the table and takes his plate from Hardik, completely oblivious to the distasteful look he's getting from the older man.

It's just Salad and a spoonful of rice.

Hardik resists the urge to scold him because knows how this conversation will turn out.

The few times he pointed out the lack of.... Everything in the plate, Shubhman got overly defensive.

Their argument had resulted in Shubhman leaving the table without eating anything, and then roaming around like a kicked puppy throughout the day.

It had made him feel like a horrible monster who had snatched food from a baby.

Even though he didn't and Shubh isn't a baby.

So he doesn't comment on it anymore.

Afterall, something is better than nothing.

Even if that something is bland pasta and shredded leaves.

Hardik grabs his unfinished glass of juice and Ishan, who is sitting right across him on the other side of the table, decides to speak up;

"Are you going to audition for Victoria's Secret Models?"

He almost spits out his drink.

"What?"

What??

Ishan glares daggers at Shubhman's plate for a second before snatching it away.

"Hey! Give it-  "

"SHUT. UP."

Ishan throws him a nasty glare and surprisingly, Shubhman shuts up. He gets up and walks back to the side table where their food is laid out and places spoonfuls of stuff on Shubhi's plate.

He comes back and puts the now fuller-looking plate in front of him.

Shubhi glares at him.

"Eat."

Hardik resists the urge to slap himself to make sure this isn't a exhaustion-induced fever dream because shubhman actually starts eating without any complaints.

He does make disgusted faces though.

But he eats.

Ishan keeps watching him and only starts on his meal after Shubh has finished his.

Hardik looks around and catches Rohit and Virat Bhai throwing him questioning glances as if he should know.

.....Well technically he should know but, it's not like he can keep an eye on the two idiots All the time.

God knows what they get up-to in their room.

And for the sake of everyone's sanity, it's best that only God knows.

Ishan basically inhales his breakfast in five minutes and rushes towards the door.

The moment he walks out, their entire table breaks into chaos.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Did they exchange friendship bracelets privately?"

Hardik feels a pair of arms grab his shoulders.

"Virat bhai... Atleast let me finish my breakfast first."

Virat bhai did not let him finish his breakfast first.

Instead he dragged him away, Rohit bhai following them.

.

.

.

Hardik soon realized that virat Bhai had a very..... interesting perspective on Ishu and Shubhi's interaction.

"Until yesterday they weren't even talking to each other and today Ishan is basically feeding him breakfast?"

"Well.... I wouldn't say feeding I mean - "

"Come oooon Rohit.... You saw right?"

"Yes I did... Ishan filled his plate but Shubhman used his own hands to eat."

"He ate the food Ishan selected for him!

That too without a single complaint!

You know what that means right??

It's basically like being spoon fed!"

"What no-  "

"And then the way Ishu ran after him?"

"Virat Bhai I'm pretty sure he was walking....."

"No. I don't want to hear anything from you."

Virat bhai rounded on him then, all hyper excited and fully pumped as if they have a test match with England in five minutes.

"You were supposed to keep an eye on them-  "

"I did!

Constantly. And they also argued constantly. I don't know why they were like this either."

"Maybe they're hiding something."

Rohit bhai piped in with his wisdom waterfall.

Hardik shot him a sarcastic smile.

"You think?"

"No... I mean... What if both of them have done something they shouldn't have...like sneak in a dog or drink too much alcohol..."

Virat gently patted his shoulder.

"Rohit not everyone is like you."

"No... But it would make sense."

Teaming up with someone you don't get along with to cover up a mistake..... Hardik himself had done that many times.

They pondered over it for a minute before Virat Bhai broke the silence.

"So... What do you guys think?

What did those two do?"

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Sorry if it was boring.... I'll try to update quickly to make up for lost time.

Thank you for your patience and comments they keep me going ❣️

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[kishmishorkissish]

To yhi se aaya ye style . 😭😭

Bhai aise attack mt diya karo . Aur jb khi Jana hota hai tbhi kyu . Ipl mai katora cut now this Pitaji wala look.

Isn't baby so thoughtful, thought we won't notice 🌚.

Pookie no need of being Pitaji when you act like pookie everytime. Koi nhi katora cut jhel liya ye bhi jhel hi lenge.😔.

This hug uwwwuuu. Aren't they the cutest. The way he called him beta 😭😭😭😭. Kill me . And the way he fell on him 😭😭 , him(hardik) holding him like this shows he is habitual to it . Why so cute .

(the amount of 😭😭😭 emoji I use while posting bout this guy. 😭 . I am helpless 😭😭😭) .

[cricketgirly]

[ MI in ipl24]

Hardik: We have everything under control

Ishan: Is that why everything is on fire?

[ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou]

WE WONNNN!!!!

We fucking did it!!!!

INDIA ARE CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!!! 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

[shitapril]

hardik baby I need you to bring your koffee with karan level attitude, and play some serious mind games and make this a little less embarrassing

[roseromeroredranger]

Humari adhuri kahani

Shubman and Ishan had been inseparable since their early days in cricket. Their friendship was deep and unwavering, and over time, it had blossomed into a love neither had yet found the courage to confess. They often spent their evenings walking and talking about their dreams and hopes for the future, a future they believed they would always share.

One such evening, as they walked along a quiet street, Ishan's laughter filled the air. He was carefree, as usual, striding playfully into the middle of the road to make Shubman laugh. Shubman, smiling, called out, "Ishu, come back here! It’s not safe."

But before Ishan could respond, the screeching sound of tires filled the night. Shubman’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw a car, swerving wildly, hurtling towards Ishan. The driver was clearly drunk, and everything happened too fast.

"Ishu, watch out!" Shubman screamed, but it was too late. The car hit Ishan with a sickening thud, sending him sprawling onto the asphalt.

Shubman ran to him, his heart pounding in his ears. He knelt beside Ishan, who lay motionless, blood pooling around him. "Ishan! Ishan, stay with me!" Shubman’s voice broke as he desperately called for help.

Somehow, through sheer adrenaline and the urgency of the moment, Shubman managed to flag down a passing car and get Ishan to the nearest hospital. Inside the emergency room, the air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the hum of machinery. Doctors and nurses rushed around, but for Shubman, the world had narrowed to the sight of Ishan on the stretcher.

As they wheeled Ishan into the treatment area, Shubman clung to his hand, whispering, "I’m here, Ishan. I’m right here." Ishan’s eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile.

"I love you, meri jaan," Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible over the beeping machines. Shubman squeezed his hand, tears streaming down his face.

"I love you too, Ishan. Just hold on, please."

But then, he felt Ishan’s grip loosen. The hand he was holding fell limp. Shubman’s heart stopped. "No, no, no, stay with me, Ishan," he begged, but there was no response.

The stretcher came to a halt, and the doctor gently closed Ishan’s eyes. "I’m sorry, we did everything we could," the doctor said softly.

Shubman felt as though his own soul had been ripped from his body. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He was frozen in shock, staring at Ishan’s lifeless form. The world around him was a blur, meaningless and cold.

Minutes felt like hours before Hardik arrived, breathless and worried. He took in the scene and rushed to Shubman’s side. "Shubman, talk to me," he said, his voice urgent and filled with concern.

But Shubman didn’t respond. He just sat there, motionless, eyes fixed on Ishan. Hardik tried again, shaking his shoulder gently, "Shubman, please!"

When there was still no response, Hardik’s worry turned to desperation. He slapped Shubman, hoping to snap him out of his shock. "Shubman, snap out of it!"

The slap broke through the numbness. Shubman’s eyes focused, and with a guttural scream, he let out all the pain, the grief, and the helplessness he had been holding inside. He collapsed into Hardik’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Hardik held him tightly, his own tears streaming down his face. "I’m here, Shubman. I’m here. Let it out, we’ll get through this together."

Shubman’s cries echoed through the sterile halls of the hospital, a haunting sound of a heart breaking. The love he and Ishan shared, never fully confessed, now hung heavy and unresolved in the air. The emptiness of that loss was overwhelming, but in Hardik’s arms, Shubman found the faintest support, knowing he wasn’t alone in his grief.

...

Days turned into weeks, and the pain of losing Ishan didn’t lessen for Shubman. He felt like a part of him had been torn away, leaving a gaping wound that refused to heal. He often found himself sitting by the lake where Ishan’s body had been cremated, the place that now held the essence of his beloved.

On one such evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a melancholic glow over the water, Shubman sat by the lake, tears silently streaming down his face. The melody of "Humari Adhuri Kahani" played softly from his phone, each word piercing his heart like a dagger.

He whispered to the wind, "Ishan, why did you leave me? We had so much more to share, so much love to give." His voice broke, and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing.

As the song reached its crescendo, Shubman felt a strange presence around him, an inexplicable warmth. He slowly lifted his head, wiping away his tears, and turned around.

There, standing a few feet away, was Ishan. He was dressed in a simple white kurta, his hair as messy as it always was. His face held the same playful smile that Shubman had fallen in love with. For a moment, Shubman thought he was hallucinating, but the presence felt so real, so tangible.

"Ishan?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Ishan’s figure stepped closer, the smile never leaving his face. "Yes, Shubman. It’s me."

Shubman’s heart raced, a mix of disbelief and longing. He stood up, reaching out a hand towards Ishan, who remained just out of reach. "Ishan, is it really you? Are you really here?"

Ishan nodded gently, his eyes filled with the same love they had always shared. "I am here, Shubman. I never truly left you."

Shubman fell to his knees, overcome with emotion. "I miss you so much. Every moment without you feels like an eternity. I can’t accept that you’re gone."

Ishan knelt beside him, though Shubman couldn’t feel his touch. "I know, meri jaan. I miss you too. But I am always with you, in your heart, in your memories. Our love is beyond this world."

Shubman’s tears flowed freely as he listened to Ishan’s soothing voice. "I never got to tell you how much I love you. I should have said it when you were here."

Ishan smiled softly. "You told me in every way that mattered. I felt your love every single day. And I love you too, Shubman. Always."

The song "Humari Adhuri Kahani" continued to play, the lyrics resonating deeply with their incomplete story. Shubman felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that Ishan’s love would forever be a part of him.

"Ishan, I will never forget you. I will carry you with me in everything I do."

Ishan’s figure began to fade, but his smile remained. "And I will be watching over you, cheering you on, loving you always. Remember, our story is not truly incomplete as long as we hold it in our hearts."

As Ishan’s image grew fainter, he whispered one last time, "If not in this life, then in the next, we will find each other again."

Shubman, tears streaming down his face, nodded. "Yes, Ishan. If not in this life, then in the next. Until then, I'll live for both of us."

As Ishan’s figure vanished into the evening mist, Shubman felt a bittersweet calm. He sat by the lake, looking out at the water that now held a sacred meaning, and whispered into the wind, "Humari adhuri kahani… will always be the most beautiful part of my life."

He knew he had to find a way to live on, to honor Ishan’s memory by living the life they had both dreamed of. With a heavy heart but a renewed sense of purpose, Shubman stood up, ready to face the world with Ishan’s love guiding him every step of the way.

[annagxx]

one love

[brokoala-soup]

hardik pandya using Enemy by Imagine Dragons on his story 😭 villain arc fr bro is being so 😈😈

[ishuess]

Zaruri nahi hai ki sab ko Happy Ending hi mile😞

This decision might be for their better only but still it hurts. Rlly bad. Wishing them both a happy life ahead and cherish the memory they made together. Aggu I'm talking about you.

[bimesskaira]

I have finally come to my senses and it has finally just sunk in that India has WON, we freaking won the T20 world cup. I couldn't believe it. I was screaming with joy and happy tears were streaming down my face at 11.30 p.m. at night after Hardik Pandya's last delivery. My heartbeat during the entire match went 📈📉. I was so scared when Klassen was on the field and then hardik took his wicket. Hardik proved it, he proved what it means to turn your boos into cheers, what it is to complete one's redemption arc. His words : "last 6 months were, I haven't spoken a word, things have been unfair. I knew that if I kept working hard I could shine and do what I could do", they show how much he suffered and yet still kept a smile on his face. Those words of him will forever remind me to keep working on yourself and ignore the world because when the time comes everyone's criticism will turn into praise. Everybody's contribution yesterday and throughout the tournament has culminated into yesterday's win. If everyone hadn't contributed be it on the field or from the bench by carrying waterbottles or messages, the win wouldn't have been possible. After 11 years we finally won an icc trophy, the win finally eased the hurt of the memories of 2023 odi wc where 1.4 billion people shed tears and were haunted by the memories of that match. Yet despite the overwhelming happiness, today is also tinged with a bit of sadness and bitter melancholy, the reason being, Virat Kohli, Ravindra Jadeja and Rohit Sharma. They are our childhood, we grew up watching them play. The jersey numbers VK18, Rohit45 and Jadeja8 are forever imprinted in our minds. Jadejas bullet fielding, Rohits pull shots and Virats batting will forever imprinted in our minds and hearts. Their retirement from the t20 format is marking the beginning of the end of an era. Yes, they will continue playing the longer formats of odi and test but we will miss them in t20's not only them but Trent boult and David Warner, too. But as they said it's time for the newer generation to come forward and carry the torch on and VK, Jaddu and Rohit definitely got the fairytale ending they deserved especially after not only the nightmarish 19th November but also the several semi finals and finals we lost over the years. Here, I will input that I am hoping for ishan kishan's comeback too. The dual emotions of happiness and sadness had made the overwhelming. Here's to hoping for an even brighter future. Here's to the future of indian cricket and Indian cricket team. Because we are THE WORLD T20 CHAMPIONS OF 2024!!!🥳🥳🥳.