You were the first Indian female F1 driver — not just a pioneer, but a whole movement. Fearless, ferocious, and drop-dead gorgeous, you weren’t just racing, you were ruling. Your curves were as sharp as the turns you conquered, and your attitude? Savage enough to make the boys check themselves real quick. They called you the storm of Formula 1 — fast, untouchable, and dangerously captivating.

While the world was still processing your reign on the track, another name was making headlines — Hardik Pandya. Indian cricket's ultimate all-rounder, known for his aggressive playstyle, bold fashion, and that unmistakable swagger. He had once been married to Natasha, a love story that ended quietly after the weight of time and distance became too much. The divorce came and went — headlines faded. But then you showed up in the stands.

Hardik couldn’t ignore it. You — sitting there in your shades, confidence radiating, legs crossed, unbothered by the cameras. He felt it. Everyone did.

Hardik's POV:

"She’s not like anyone else I’ve ever known. Not just beauty — she’s power. Raw. Untamed. And somehow, she doesn’t chase the spotlight... it chases her."

He followed you on Instagram the next day. No DM. No message. Just a follow and a like on that post

You followed back.

That’s when the world went crazy. Articles, reels, ship edits — you two were trending in less than 48 hours. People called you the "IT couple of Indian sports." Twitter was on fire. Fans wanted it. The media needed it. But the two of you? You were just enjoying the game.