YOUNGEST OWNER OF IPL TEAMS EVER! --- At a young age, she became the youngest owner in the history of the Indian Premier League-powerful, talented, and divinely beautiful. While the world watches her rule the league, no one sees the pressure, the secrets, and the unexpected feelings growing behind the stadium lights. Between ambition, rivalry, and a love she never planned for, her story begins. And the ending? There isn't just one. ✨ I promise this is gonna be fun and there will not even 1 single boring chapter!! you just wait and watch!✌🏻🌼

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Tanvi Wagh has three great loves: cricket analytics, perfectly functioning code, and coffee strong enough to survive a fourteen-hour debugging session. At twenty-four, she's one of the youngest performance analysts working with the Indian cricket team, building data pipelines using Python, SQL, and machine learning to decode player tracking, pitch behaviour, and ball-tracking metrics. Numbers make sense to her. Algorithms make sense to her. Cricket makes sense to her. Shubman Gill? Not so much. As newly appointed India Captain, Shubman believes in discipline, preparation, and trusting his instincts. He's composed, competitive, and stubborn, entirely unprepared for the sunshine-filled chaos who walks into his analysis room with a laptop, three coffees, and an opinion about his batting. Their first meeting ends in an argument. Their second ends in another. By the third, the dressing room is placing bets on how long it'll take Tanvi to make their captain lose his patience. She questions his instincts. He questions her algorithms. She sends him reports at midnight; he replies with two words that somehow manage to irritate her beyond reason. But between late-night analysis sessions, heated arguments, stolen coffees, and conversations that last longer than necessary, something begins to change. Shubman starts looking for her in crowded rooms. Tanvi begins noticing the person behind the captain. And the team? They're far too invested in a romance neither of them is willing to acknowledge. Falling for Shubman Gill was never part of Tanvi's career plan. Unfortunately, neither was a stubborn captain who slowly becomes her favourite distraction. Because data can reveal patterns, algorithms can calculate probabilities, and cricket can teach you to expect the unexpected. But love? Love was never in the dataset. Sometimes, the most unpredictable thing in the game isn't the ball. It's the person standing at the other end of the pitch.

This isn't a story about a cricketer and a fan. It's a story about two professionals who meet at the wrong time, under the wrong circumstances, and slowly discover that the person who challenges them the most is also the one who understands them best. From a fight over an airplane seat... ...to sharing victories, setbacks, laughter, and countless "off the record" moments- sometimes the best partnerships are the ones nobody saw coming.

Book 2 of Cricket Romance Series. He belongs to the roar of packed stadiums, to a life measured in runs, records, and restraint. The world calls him flawless, disciplined, untouchable. What they don't see is the man trained to silence everything that isn't victory. She lives on the other side of applause where questions are sharper than cheers and objectivity is survival. She isn't impressed by fame, doesn't soften her words, and never mistakes brilliance for goodness. They meet where admiration is not allowed and attachment is inconvenient. Between matches and interviews, glances linger longer than they should, and conversations cut deeper than either expects. What begins as scrutiny turns into awareness. What feels like control slowly becomes distraction. In a world that rewards focus and punishes feeling, love is not a promise it's a risk. Saiyaan Superstar is not a love story about finding each other. It's about discovering what love costs when success demands everything else.

Abhishek Sharma, A world-class talent, the No. 1 T20 cricketer, and an absolute gentleman. Under the blinding stadium lights, he can handle any bowler on earth. But under the pressure of false allegations, media circuses, and framed scandals, his life is a battlefield. Noor Malhan, A girl cursed by a past she couldn't control. Bearing invisible scars that stole away her voice, she lives in a world of quiet isolation. To her, people bring pain, and safety only exists in silence. Tied together in an arranged marriage arranged by those who know the truth, their union begins on two completely different worlds. For Abhishek, it started as a strategic arrangement to ground his chaotic life and quiet the noise surrounding him. For Noor, stepping into the spotlight beside a high-profile athlete is nothing short of terrifying. He didn't expect to care, She didn't expect to be seen. In a marriage built on obligation, will Abhishek be able to look past the shadows of her trauma and truly accept her? And will Noor ever feel safe enough to open her heart to a man the whole world is trying to tear down? _________________________________________ ❀

Visible Old feelings resurface, glances grow heavier, silences speak louder. This time, the heart refuses to stay hidden. This time, the invisible becomes... visible.

She met him once. Talked like they had known each other for years. And then she disappeared. Months later, in a quiet café in London, they meet again- this time with unfinished conversations, bruised egos, and feelings neither of them planned. What starts as something undefined slowly turns into something neither of them can ignore. No labels. No promises. Just them. Until the world finds out.

A Shubman Gill fanfiction Cricket was more than a sport in India. It was religion, rhythm, routine. It echoed through living rooms, spilled out of tea stalls, and stopped traffic when a six soared over the boundary. Shubman Gill was its golden boy - calm under pressure, camera-loved, his bat writing headlines before he even spoke. To millions, he was a phenomenon. But fame, as he'd learned, could be loud and lonely. Every cheer came with expectation. Every silence, a judgment. In the game, he found glory. Off the field, he often lost himself. Saisha Arora lived on the opposite end of that spectrum. No cameras. No chaos. Just ancient forts, faded frescoes, and sandstone walls that held secrets older than the game itself. A heritage conservation architect, Saisha believed in preservation - of history, of silence, of self. Where others saw rubble, she saw resilience. She had no time for celebrity culture, viral headlines, or boys with stadiums screaming their name. So when she found herself dragged to a stadium - surrounded by painted faces and cricket hysteria - she didn't expect anything. Certainly not to meet him. But fate has its own timing. And sometimes, love arrives not with grand declarations, but with stolen glances and unexpected collisions. This is the story of two people from opposite worlds - Of match days and monument walks, Of headlines and heritage, Of a chase that had nothing to do with runs - and everything to do with finding someone who made you stop. Because not all love stories begin in the spotlight. Some begin in the silence between the cheers.

Shubman - Soniye Sara - Hnji [Rotate if you look the cover 😅]

- a story that began with silence, spoken through letters never meant to be answered. It started with a single message. No filters. No intentions. Just truth. She found his Snapchat - by accident or destiny, who knows? And one day, Saara sent him a letter. Not for a reply. Not for recognition. Just to breathe. One letter became many. Before every match, after every loss, during every high - she wrote. Not to the celebrity. To the boy behind the bat. The one no one really saw. > "Kya tumhe kabhi laga hai, ki kisi anjaan ki duaon ka bhi asar ho sakta hai?" "Main bas likhti gayi... jaise dil bolna chahta ho aur zubaan dare." She didn't know he was reading. Until the day the world knew. "I read anonymous letters before matches. They calm me down. There's one I wait for every time." That's what he said. On live TV. And just like that... she was no longer anonymous. But not every love story ends with names stitched together. Some are written in invisible ink - seen only when hearts are held too close. > "Kuch log kabhi milte nahi, par unka hona zindagi bhar mehsoos hota hai." "Woh sirf ek crush nahi tha. Woh mera khud se milne ka zariya tha." This is not a fairy tale. This is a letter-shaped love story - One that found its way into the spotlight... Only to learn how precious shadows can be.