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.

A rivalry born from hatred, fueled by defiance, and bound to end in obsession.

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.

Jay and Jaz were sisters more specifically they were twins. They were inseparable since birth. Although complete opposites of each other they stuck with one another. If Jay was water Jaz was fire, if Jay was friendly and open Jaz was reserved and closed, if Jay was spring Jaz was autumn. When Jay and her twin Jaz are transferred to a new school, their life completely changes. They are trapped in a section full of boys. At first their life in section E was miserable but slowly they earned their place between the boys. As all the boys become close with the girls, Jaz can't help but notice a specific boy who as her and her twin like to call the king of assholes. As the story proceeds further would Jaz realize her feelings for Kiefer, or would she ignore them for the sake of her sister Jay? Let's find out .

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