Hardik Pandya — the name once roared in stadiums, now reduced to whispers of hate and betrayal. An all-rounder in the Indian Cricket Team, a billionaire who could buy the world — but couldn’t buy loyalty… couldn’t buy love.

He had everything a man could dream of — expensive cars, luxurious mansions, fame, power. But the one thing he truly wanted — a pure heart, a genuine soul — life refused him that.

He had given his heart to Natasha, a woman he thought was his forever. Six years of love, countless memories, and then marriage. But on the night that was supposed to be the most beautiful of his life… truth shattered him.

Natasha never loved him. She loved his money. His lifestyle.

Divorce followed. Silence followed. Loneliness followed.

He couldn’t focus on cricket anymore. His form dropped. His records broke for all the wrong reasons. And the crowd that once worshipped him now booed him every time he stepped onto the field.

And then… you entered his life.

Someone claiming to love him when he didn’t even love himself anymore.

But his heart... it refused to believe. After Natasha, trust wasn’t something he could offer so easily.

So one day… he decided to break you too.

"My accounts are hacked... everything is gone," Hardik told you randomly "I need 2 crore urgently."

You looked at him for a second. Without a single question, without hesitation… you simply left.

He laughed bitterly to himself.

*"Knew it... they're all the same.

That evening, Hardik sat alone at his home bar, sipping his whiskey, lost in his demons.

But then… the door creaked open.

He turned... and there you were.

"Here... 2 crore. You needed this, right?"

His brows furrowed. His gaze lifted to your neck.

Bare.

The gold necklace you always wore — the one he knew your late mother gifted you — gone.

And suddenly… his heart sank.

And for the first time... tears escaped his eyes, not for Natasha, not for betrayal — but for you.

"I'm sorry...he whispered, completely broken. "I'm so... so sorry..