The world had always seen Hardik Pandya as the star cricketer—the flamboyant all-rounder with a larger-than-life personality, a man who thrived under pressure. But after his divorce from Natasha, everything changed. The love and admiration he once received turned into hostility. Fans who once chanted his name at stadiums now booed him. Social media was flooded with hate, calling him names, blaming him for his failed marriage. He was used to handling pressure on the field, but this? This broke him in ways he never imagined.

And then, there was you.

You stood by him when the whole world turned against him. You didn't care about the rumors, the nasty comments, the constant media scrutiny. For you, Hardik wasn't just a cricketer. He was a man with a heart that beat with passion, a father who loved his son deeply, and someone who had been wronged by circumstances.

When he traveled for matches, you were always there, cheering the loudest in the stands. When he lost a game, you were the one holding his hand, whispering, “It’s just a match. You’ll win the next one.” You even gave up your high-paying job, switching to online work just so you could be by his side and be there for Agastya too.

You never treated Agastya as a stepchild. You loved him, guided him, and took care of him like he was your own.

One day, after a match, when the cameras weren’t looking, you bent down to touch Hardik’s feet as a gesture of respect, something that came so naturally to you. He immediately pulled you up, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

“Never,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You don’t bow to me. If anything, I should be the one falling to my knees for the way you love me.”

Slowly, the tides turned. The boos turned into cheers. The hate comments were replaced with apologies. People who once doubted Hardik now admired him even more—not just for his game but for having a woman like you by his side.