Abhishek sharma fanfic A newly appointed Physiotherapist for the cricket team falls in love with the Indian cricket heartthrob, the one and only Abhishek Sharma. Fast pace story... Kind of slow burn Has mature content

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 💫 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴. Some people don't enter your life like storms. They arrive like the sky- vast, unbothered, endless. He walked in like the breeze, easy, unhurried, carrying the scent of something familiar. Shreyas Iyer. A cricketer the nation admired, a man who made chaos look calm. He didn't chase the spotlight, it followed him. Not because he demanded attention, but because his presence made silence feel like a song. People often mistook his laid-back smile for indifference, but those who really knew him... knew he was the calm after every storm. She sat quietly, listening-always listening. Not to reply, but to understand. Aarohi Agarwal. A therapist with soft eyes and sharp comebacks. She healed people for a living, but rarely let anyone hold her broken pieces. Empathy was her strength. Boundaries were her armour. She didn't like messes, especially the emotional kind. But she was a beautiful contradiction, sweet and sassy, soft-spoken but never a pushover. She knew what hurt felt like... and more importantly, what healing looked like. Two people, neither looking for anything. One tired of being seen as just a jersey. The other too used to seeing through people. They didn't crash into each other. They collided gently, like constellations crossing paths. Not to complete, but to coexist. Because sometimes, the most unexpected souls find the quietest corners of each other. And sometimes, the cosmos doesn't scream. It whispers.

《Tum Ho, mere liye Mere liye ho tum yun》 "Love doesn't always need to be loud, sometimes it's just in form of Whispers." They say everything happens for a reason But What happens when Srisha Sharma kisses her long time crush at a party, who also happens to be her brothers teammate? How long will they keep it secret for? !SOCIAL MEDIA X REAL LIFE AU! #2 in the 'LOVE' series ♡

Two bestfriends Two broken hearts One Unforeseen Marriage Will they ever fall in love or is this going to be another heartbreak for them? Hop on to know more. ❤️

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. ⭐️ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Some people don't love in halves. They love with a madness that consumes, a fire that refuses to die out. He wasn't the kind of man you overlooked in a crowd. Abhishek Sharma. Every girl's dream, every headline's favorite name. A cricketer who didn't just play the game, he owned it. Charismatic, arrogant in the way only the truly gifted can be, and so devastatingly handsome it felt unfair. He was chaos, desire, and narcissism wrapped in the shape of a boy who had the world at his feet. But beneath the easy smirk and the untamed confidence, he carried something rarer, a love that could burn the whole world down if it had to. And then there was her. Naintara Rajvansh. A princess not made of glass, but of steel. Bound by royal traditions, yet born with rebellion stitched into her veins. Sweet when it suited her, cunning when it didn't. Sharp-witted, manipulative, and breathtakingly graceful, she was every contradiction wrapped into one. The world saw her as untouchable, but she knew exactly how to bend the rules in her favor. Two worlds, one bathed in spotlight, the other cloaked in legacy. Two souls, one reckless, the other calculating. Both unstoppable in their own ways. They weren't meant to meet. And yet, when they did, it wasn't gentle. It was Shiddhat, unyielding, consuming, inevitable.

Bangkok never sleeps. By day, it thrives in sunlight and laughter. By night, it belongs to shadows, ruled by a name whispered in fear-the empire of a ruthless mafia boss and his four sons. Keng, Tle, Jimmy, and Thomas were born into blood. Each carries the weight of their father's legacy-loyalty, violence, silence. But none of them expected that their hearts would lead them into even more dangerous territory. Because in the same city live four young men bound not by crime, but by secrets. Namping hides bruises behind his smile. Firstone works himself to the bone to repay debts that aren't his. Ohm is trapped between loyalty to a detective father and the mafia world he never asked to be part of. And Kong-carefree on the surface-is the son of a rival empire. When the mafia's heirs collide with the four best friends, their lives twist into a storm of love, betrayal, vengeance, and longing. In a city of neon lights and unspoken truths, where family means everything and freedom costs blood- Can love survive the shadows? Or will secrets destroy them all?

Perth Tanapon, heir to a mall empire, and Santa Pongsapak, a low-key photographer from an influential family, meet at a masked party and share a passionate, anonymous kiss. What starts as a mysterious hookup turns into a slow-burning, secret romance. Over three years, they navigate hidden love, growing careers, family expectations, and relentless rumors. Despite public scrutiny and personal fears, they grow stronger-privately building a bond that eventually demands the light. When a leaked video of their rooftop engagement hits the media, they choose not to hide anymore. Facing the world hand in hand, they prove their love is more than whispers-it's a partnership, a legacy, and a quiet kind of forever. From a kiss in the shadows to a ring under the sun, this is the story of two powerful men who found everything they never knew they needed-in each other.

" you were the first person I loved with my whole heart, and was ready to worship the ground you walk on .!" he said in a husky voice as his eyes were turning dark second by second, looking started in her eyes " believe me shrey , at least give me a chance to explain.!" she said as her legs were ready to give up and minute " explain.? what cherry .? how you have k!lled all of them .? " he said tucking a strand of hair in her ears " sh-shrey ple-please lis-ten " " aww is my little mafia queen is stammering , accepting the truth.? " he said leaving her , as she broke down in tears on the floor _______________________ What will happen when the male lead will get to know the true identity of the girl he loves with his whole heart and trust blindly.?? this is just a fanfiction, and does not connect with real life please read in moderation, take frequent breaks and read responsiblely .!! 😌🙌🏻 byee byee 🤫 🧏🏻‍♂️ bharat mata ki jai 🙌🏻 😌 unfav_goyel 🧟‍♂️

Before he became the Prince of Indian Cricket, before all the trophies and the fame and the money, before he was Shubman Gill-he had been Shubi, her Shubi. Shubman Gill and Nikita Negi's worlds collided when they were twelve... ...And they broke each other's hearts when they were twenty one. As fate brings them together four years later, is all really in the past? {Tropes: childhood friends to lovers, second chance romance}

Shubman: (his grip tightens around her waist, his voice low and edged with jealousy) "You looked real comfortable in his arms, sweetheart." Nvya: (swallowing, her hands pressing against his chest, eyes searching his face) "Shubman, he's my friend." Shubman: (a dark chuckle, his fingers trailing up to tilt her chin, forcing her to look at him) "Really? Just a friend?" (voice dropping to a whisper) "Tell me, what's your name?" Nvya: (hesitating) "Nvya Sharma..." Shubman: (his grip tightens, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a dangerous growl) "Wrong. You are Nvya Shubman Gill now." (his fingers skim down her spine, claiming her with every touch) "And I don't share, sweetheart. No man puts his hands on what's mine." (his voice darkens, deadly and soft) "Because if they do, they won't have hands for much longer." Nvya: (her breath catches, her pulse hammering, unable to look away from the raw possession in his eyes, her voice trembling) "Shubman..." Shubman: (his smirk is slow, wicked, his fingers tracing her lips before tilting her chin up, voice husky and commanding) "Say it, love. Say who you belong to." Nvya: (whispering, surrendering, her voice soft but certain) "I belong to you... Shubman Gill." Shubman: (his satisfaction evident as he leans in, his lips brushing hers in a possessive promise) "That's my good girl." .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Shubman Gill was a man feared by many-a ruthless CEO who ruled with power, dominance, and absolute control. But for all his brutality, there was one thing that turned the cold-blooded businessman into something dangerously soft-Nvya Sharma. His sweet, innocent obsession. She was never meant for his dark world, but Shubman didn't ask-he took. Now, as Nvya Shubman Gill, she belonged to him, and he would destroy anyone who dared to forget it. Because the man everyone feared? He was nothing but a lovesick, possessive husband.