Every star learns that the camera never really stops rolling, it only changes from film set to family selfie. Hardik has slipped into a role that cricketers of my time rarely played, the romantic hero whose close up is a kiss on the sand instead of a cover drive. Of course the tabloids rush to write a script about secret engagement, just as producers once rushed to market every on screen pairing as destiny. The danger is that real human feelings begin to obey the demands of the audience, and lovers start performing even in private. If he is wise, he will remember that the most powerful scenes in life are the ones that do not need a lens. Let the man enjoy his romance, but let him protect the parts of the story that belong only to the two of them and to the child who must not become a background prop.