Hardik Pandya Imagines✔

Silent Treatment

We had been ignoring each other for 8 hours.

Eight. Grueling. Hours.

And yet somehow I still found myself walking into the stadium, searching for that bundle of stubble that now covered his face and the grey Nike hoodie he had walked out of the hotel wearing. I was close to just pulling my phone out of my pocket and texting him, asking him where he was, but I knew I would get no response.

We had made plans to attend the Eliminator match of IPL'17 which was between Hyderabad and Kolkata Knight Riders, together but of course with us currently in the midst of a heated battle, Hardik decided it best to leave without me but if he thought I wasn’t going to use my ticket that was a stupid thought.

I had tried getting him to talk to me for hours using my usual methods but none seemed to work well enough. I wanted him to give in, for him to be the first person to speak but Hardie was pretty fucking stubborn. He knew that giving in would give me the upper hand and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he enjoyed watching me squirm and suffer while, from my perspective, he continued on like it was nothing.

“Y/N!”

My head whirled around at the sound of my name being called and I could see Krunal, his brother, waving me over from one of the floor seats. He had a bright and wide smile on his face while his brother seemed to roll his eyes and sulk in his chair with his arms crossed.

Me 1, Hardik 0.

I wore a proud smirk and sauntered over to where they sat, making sure to apologize to anyone I walked in front of and made my way over to Krunal as he stood up to greet me with a hug. “I was worried you weren’t gonna come. This one said you wouldn’t be here,” he stated as he pointed to his brother who was still seated and avoiding my gaze.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t want to miss the game.” I purposely made my way to my seat next to my boyfriend by intentionally bumping into his legs but he said nothing in return. He just drew his legs under his seat to avoid me hitting them again.

I sat in my seat and threw my bag on the other side of me.

Still no word from him or even a glance in my direction.

He knew I hated him when he was ignoring me and he was so damn good at it. Still paying me no attention, he leaned over and began to speak to Krunal bhaiya. They both chuckled to whatever he had said, leaving me completely out of the joke.

That was annoying too.

I cleared my throat and leaned forward in my chair to gain Krunal’s attention. “Krunal bhaiya , could you please tell your brother that it’s bad to be ignoring his girlfriend?”

Krunal bhaiya simply chuckled and raised a hand to bring down onto his brother’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he repeated what I said. “Bhai, it’s a bad idea to be ignoring your girlfriend.”

All he did in response was shoot his brother a glare and knock his hand off of his shoulder.

Krunal bhaiya leaned forward to look at me. “Yeah. Seems he’s not listening to me. You talk to him.”

“Don’t encourage her,” he warned as if I wasn’t sitting right there. I scoffed, unable to stop the slew of words that were firing out of my mouth and towards my boyfriend who I was supposed to be giving the silent treatment. “So now you’d rather I just stop talking to you all together? That’s what you’d prefer? Because we can keep this bullshit going.”

Rather than responding or even looking in my direction, he gave a small shrug and continued staring on at the game, clapping as Nathan Coulter-Nile took a wicket . As soon as the action settled for a strategic timeout, he just pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it rather than entertaining me.

Krunal bhaiya gave me a sympathetic look. He knew how Hardie could get when he was mad and he seemed mad enough as he continued to ignore me though I sat right next to him. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought coming here would mean he would give in and say something but I seemed to be getting nowhere and it was annoying the hell out of me.

“You’re so childish,” I mumbled under my breath. I began to stand from my seat but once I was upright, a hand reached out to grab mine and tug me back into my seat forcefully.

His hand.

He dropped mine out of his grip and instead placed his hand onto my knee.

“You wanna know why we’re arguing?” He questioned lowly as he leaned over to me, his eyes still staring straight forward to the action beginning again out on the court. “Because you went and did exactly what I asked you politely not to do.”

And that was answer a male friend’s text. Hardik had reason to believe that the man liked me and was after much more than my expertise in my career field. He wasn’t typically the jealous type so when he was wary of someone I tended to listen. Except this time.

I returned the text message and it didn’t take long for him to find out as by some stroke of bad luck, the male answered my message as soon as Hardik had my phone by his side. His emotions caused him to burst out into a raging fit and an argument ensued from there as I refused to back down.

Hence why we were on this silent treatment ordeal.

“You know I can’t just ignore someone. It’s innocent. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

Now, his eyes finally met mine for the first time in quite a few hours. Those brown orbs had definitely softened since the last time I was this close. “If you’re just going to combat everything I say with the excuse that he doesn’t like you, there’s no point in continuing this conversation.”

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“I told you already. Stop texting him. Is it that hard?”

To be honest, it wasn’t that hard. It wasn’t as if I was getting rid of one of my best friends or something. The man was an acquaintance at best. I just didn’t feel like explaining to him that my boyfriend had a problem with us talking. That would be a tad bit embarrassing, especially if he didn’t like me at all.

“It isn’t,” I admitted.

“Great. Then please stop. I’d really appreciate that.”

The sincerity in his tone and those soft eyes made me feel a tad bit of guilt for having us going through this ridiculous argument over something so trivial I could have fixed simply by deleting a contact out of my phone.

I nodded somberly in agreement. “Okay.”

He gave me a smile back and removed his hand from my knee, instead wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer, placing a kiss to my forehead in the process. “Thank you.”

I could see Krunal bhaiya smiling on the other side of his brother, dramatically clapping his hands as low as possible without drawing attention to himself from the crowd. “Look at the two love birds making up. I’d like to think that’s my doing.”

Hardik grabbed a kernel of popcorn from the container in his lap and tossed it at Krunal’s face. “Shut up.”