Sung Mijoo is a doctor who wants nothing to do with power. Prince Ian is a man who was born to control it. They were never meant to meet- until one night in the palace, when fire broke out... and so did everything else. Cold, ruthless, and impossible to read-Prince Ian should have let her go. But instead, he keeps noticing her. Watching her. Testing her. And Mijoo? She should stay away. But how do you run... when the crown is already watching you? prince ian x fem!oc perfect crown, kdrama

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐟é 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 "𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

A Shubman Gill fanfiction There are some people you never really get over. Not because you still love them-sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. But because what happened between you and them carved something so deep, even time walks around it carefully. For Rhea Merchant, Shubman Gill was that person. They weren't just college sweethearts-they were gravity. He was the rising cricket star with charm, ambition, and the world at his feet. She was the fiercely intelligent psychology major who saw past his fame and into the boy beneath. Their love was built in libraries, whispered during bus rides to outstation matches, and sealed under moonlit rooftops in Delhi. The kind of love people wrote poetry about. Until it broke. Until a scandal exploded that nearly destroyed Shubman's career, and all the evidence pointed to the one person he trusted most: Rhea. She didn't defend herself. He didn't ask twice. Six years passed like strangers walking in opposite directions on a crowded street-close enough to remember, far enough to forget. Now, their paths collide again in South Africa, where Shubman is vice-captain of Team India and Rhea is flown in last-minute as a sports psychologist to manage rising anxiety cases within the squad. They meet in a hotel hallway. A glance. A pause. And then- She walks past like he's air. He doesn't even flinch. But beneath the surface, memories smolder. The silence between them is not absence-it's tension, bruised trust, and unsaid apologies wrapped in ego. As they're forced into shared spaces, media storms, and high-stakes matches, old wounds crack open. Rhea discovers the truth behind the betrayal she never cleared. And Shubman realizes the weight of the silence he never broke. They say time heals everything. But time never healed them. Because what they had wasn't just love. It was almost. Always.

❛ I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2025 #2 on shubmangill on July 5th, 2025

Shubhman Gill fanfiction In a world where cricket stadiums and film sets rarely collide, two stars from different galaxies are pulled into the same orbit. Shubman Gill, India's golden boy of cricket, has spent his life under stadium floodlights, his bat doing most of the talking. Known for his calm demeanor and calculated moves on and off the field, he has never chased the spotlight beyond the boundary line-until now. Aaranya Mehra, Bollywood's most enigmatic actress, built her career on silence as much as stardom. With selective roles, rare interviews, and a gaze that speaks more than her scripts, she is the heartbeat of the film industry-but fiercely guarded and famously difficult to approach. When a luxury European headphone brand launches in India, fate scripts an unlikely collaboration. Tasked with embodying the essence of sound, connection, and unspoken rhythm, Shubman and Aaranya are chosen to be the face of the campaign: Wavelengths. Neither expects anything beyond a few camera flashes and a brand cheque. But what begins as a manufactured moment of chemistry soon blurs into something far more real. Between shared headphones, private playlists, and conversations they didn't see coming, they begin to uncover a connection that doesn't need words-just music. In a world obsessed with headlines, can two people find something real in the silence between the noise?

Shubman Gill gets a text from an unknown number, and soon he is stuck to the person on the other side. A Shubman Gill Fanfiction.

I was your mistake -a girl said with tears in her eyes you were my best and the most beautiful mistake of our life baby - her father said ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perfect boys only exist in books - the girl said rolling her eyes Look at my boyfriend - her bestfriend replied She went silent. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- RCB is it? RCB it is. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just realized I am a girl with no social life, love life or a life. FUCK I AM SO LONELY Dive into the journey of Anya Virat Kohli and Shubman gill. let's all fall in love together. Anya, an insecure lonely girl and Shubman, the prince of Indian cricket let's see what routes destiny have set up for them............... From 11th Nov 2024 to 16th Aug 2025

❝ wait who are you? are you sent by aussies to spy on us? ❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 someone accidentally gets added to the ICT group chat.

"Manifestations work. But you know the worst part about manifesting? No one prepares you for when the universe decides to take you way too seriously"