#Hardikpandya

[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

[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.

[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 💙😫

[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 😭😭😭) .

[ronika-writes-stuff]

This starving heart

#6. Hazy Nights - II

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He's lying on a bed somewhere;

The sheets smell sour and rotten.

There's a weight pressed on top of him.

Cold hands are resting against his knees, trailing upwards and resting on his thighs.

He tries to swat them away, but they grab his arm and he feels the sharp sting of nails digging into his skin.

He jerks his arm back but it's useless.

The pain gets worse and worse as the nails break through his skin and he feels blood ooze out.

He tries to move away, but somehow the sharp clawed hands are everywhere.

They grab his ankles, his throat, his wrists and holding him down.

He feels the stinging sensations everywhere; he tries to scream and shout but his voice is gone.

He calls every name he can think of but there's no one.

Paralizing terror runs through his body as he feels blood run down his arms and legs.

The pressure on his throat increases and the nails press against his windpipe, trying to break through the flesh.

There's another hand on his cheek.

It feels rough and large but somehow much warmer than anything else he has felt.

He feels the sharp piercing sensations drift away.

The suffocating weight lifts off and the rotting smell goes away.

The warm hands trail over his body, stopping at the hem of his shirt, hiking it up and sneaking under it.

He feels the fabric of his shirt ride up and feathery touches of fingers on his chest.

And then it stops; the hands retreat and his shirt is pulled back down.

He whines at the loss of warmth, desperation clawing it's way up to his throat.

There is no face or figure he can see, but he knows.

Afterall, there's only one person he has ever wished to be held by like this.

" Ishan....wait- "

He gets nothing.

" Ishu... "

He feels the cool metal of a locket dangle and brush against his neck and then those hands are Gently caressing the side of his face.

Something soft presses against his  cheek and then his forehead.

The hands move upwards, fingers combing through his hair, brushing them away from his forehead.

But then the touches stop.

He feels the weight shift as the warm body pressed against him moves away, depriving him of the affection he was being showered with.

He whines again and the warmth comes back;

He feels one hand touch his cheek and he makes a grab for it, curling his own hand around it and holds it against his cheek.

It feels nice.

He finally feels his mind drift away into calm nothingness....and he lets it.

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Ishan woke up in the dead of night to the sound of his own name.

He heard bed sheets rustle beside him and turned to his side, taking off the blanket over his head.

There was a restless pile of blankets and pillows right next to him, with Shubhman inside it.

Ishan sat up, pushed his own blanket aside and leaned over to Shubhman's side.

He could hear faint whimpers and sniffles coming from underneath the blanket.

'Is he crying?'

'Why is he crying at this hour?'

He reached out to remove the covers, and A moment of hesitation passed through him but his half asleep brain filtered that thought out completely.

He pushed the blanket down and-

'Oh.'

Shubhman's eyes were closed, but his face was contoured with an agonizing expression.

His hands were tightly clenched in a fist and his breathing was getting shallower by the second.

Ishan was at a complete loss.

'Is it a fever?'

He gently patted his face, but his body temperature felt normal.

'Is it a panic attack?'

'A nightmare?'

Shubhman let out a pained sigh.

'What the fuck do I do?'

Ishan felt panic bubble up inside him and quickly lifted Shubhman's shirt and placed a hand on his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat.

It was faster than normal, but not too alarming.

He relaxed a bit, but quickly started panicking again when he realized it had been enough time since he had woken up that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of their room.

'Gods he's so hot.

Why is he so hot?

He could clearly see Shubhman's waist, his hipbones, his abs, his nip- '

He quickly snatched his hand back and tugged the shirt back down.

'Not the time to get distracted.'

And then Shubhman whined and wispered his name while still somehow lost in dreamland.

Ishan tried to gauge if he was hallucinating when Shubhman called him a second time.

The soft and whiny tone with which he called him melted his heart.

'Maybe this is wrong, but just for a moment.... '

Ishan leaned over him and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He stares at his face, now relaxed and content, and leaned in again to kiss his forehead.

He gently combed through his hair and cupped his cheek.

'Adorable.'

And then Shubhman's hand moved.

Ishan felt his heart leap into his throat as he tried to move away but Shubhman grabbed his hand and pressed it under his cheek, nuzzling against it.

Ishan stayed still for a minute, waiting for Shubhman to wake up.

But he didn't.

In fact, he looked much more comfortable and at ease than he did 10 minutes ago.

Ishan tried to pull his hand back once, but it was stuck under the other's cheek and grip.

He didn't bother again.

Instead, he pulled his pillow closer to Shubhman's and just lied down there, dragging the blanket back onto him with his free hand.

Ishan looked at Shubhman's sleepy face pressed against his hand, with barely any distance between them.

He stared at his lashes, his cheeks, his lips, his neck, his brows and etched it all to the back of his mind.

Whenever Shubhman acted

awkward around him, stole sneaky glances whenever he thought no-one was noticing, Ishan wanted to hope.

He had crushed that hope with an Iron fist every time it resurfaced.

Afterall, He had gone through enough failed relationships to last him a lifetime. Another one was not needed.

And yet.....

He couldn't help himself when it came to Shubhman.

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I'm sorry for the long delay, but my exams are finally over!

So regular updates will be on now.

Also here's a sneak peek of the next chapter -

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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.

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[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

[annagxx]

one love

[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.

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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.

[vijayasena]

its finally the day of biggest rivalry in IPL

fellas the new captains yet the passion for this match is still same

CSK VS MI Y'ALL!!!!

[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.

[brokoala-soup]

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