This is a Shubman Gill Fanfic....... To the world, he is the untouchable heir to an empire built on blood. To her, he is a monster who refuses to let her breathe. But in the dark, they might just be the only two people who truly see each other. Their love isn't gentle, and it isn't traditional. It is forged in the dark, built on obsession, hidden pain, and a fierce, unyielding loyalty. As the bodies pile up and the pressure of the mafia throne intensifies, Shubman must learn to allow himself the ultimate vulnerability: letting Reet in, while Reet must decide if she is brave enough to love a monster who would burn the world just to keep her warm. "There is nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you, Reet. It is cruel, it is selfish, and it will ruin us both. But I am never letting you go."

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

Village love story

I'll adore you as the drowned person does the sea @ shubman gill x femaleoc! © Cherrive3, 2026 •

"𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞", 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the high-octane world of international crime, there is no boundary the "New York Angel" won't cross. After a devastating betrayal, FBI Director Serena Singhania fled to Mumbai, hoping the vastness of the ocean and the protection of her father's empire would shield her from the man she loved, and feared. But Shubman Gill doesn't accept resignation. He spent two years turning the world upside down to find his missing piece, and now that he's cornered her in her own palace, the negotiation is over. The reclamation has begun. The air between them is a combustible mix of refined luxury and raw, aggressive hunger. Shubman's obsession is a physical weight, a dominant energy that demands total surrender. "You can dress in silk and diamonds, Serena, but we both know what's underneath," he growls, his large hands pinning her wrists against the cold marble as he looms over her. "You are the only contract I ever signed in blood, and I'm here to collect."

♱.⋆.˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ? ໒꒱ ‧₊˚.⋆♱ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🦇🕯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ In the 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 of your 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 I find 𝐦y 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a two-worded caption leads to the world famous cricketer becoming a stalker 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰 2026

The whole village people gathered infront of the village library where they usually gather to discuss about the village issues and solutions..today was such day everyone was waiting for the village head Rajaratnam... he sat on the chair placed at the center of the gathering all others were sitting on the floor or standing behind. on before of everyone there was a chair and a table before it that's for their New Thasildar everyone stood up to wish her even Rjarathran stood but his hands fisted when he identified who it is that lady smirked at him while crossing him to reach her chair. Rajaratnam left before everyone....his driver and his friend asked him "En pa rathnam ipadi kelabi pogalam nu avasara padra...." "yar mogathula mulikakudathu athaiye pathutein.......ava kaietluthu pottu enaku ethum nadakanum nu ila vaa polam vandiya edu" she took deep breath and looked at him sharply... "Ena nimathiya kedurathu epadi nu plan potutu tha intha oruke vantheingala" "No why do you think like that..." "can you explain what else i should think" "I love you......i mean it why don't even consider it......" "Nadaka vaipe ilatha onumela asa padrathula entha payanum ila.....ungaluku atha puriya vaika tha try pandrein.....but you are not ready to listen to it" "En vapila......atha thane nanum kekurein......" he asked her losing his patience....she took deep breath "Unga thatha ku ithulam theinja kandipa ithu vaipilatha visyam tha......en kudumbathaiye verukura avar epadi ena ethupar nu nenaikureinga" "Avar ila naan thane vazha poren naa virupapatta pothum" "yarum ilatha thani valkai enaku vena.........antha ennam ungaluku iruntha alichidunga kudave enoda nenapaiyum" Join me in the travel Of Aadhini and Arjun.......its a village based story

Shubman: (his voice dark with possessiveness, gripping her waist as he pulls her closer) "You think you can play games with me, Elara? Letting other men get too close?" Elara: (her breath shaky, trying to mask her vulnerability, but her voice soft) "What are you going to do about it, Gilly? You think I'm yours?" Shubman: (his eyes darken as his grip tightens, pulling her back against his chest, his lips brushing her ear) "I don't just think you're mine, Elara. I know it. And I'll make sure you know it too." (His lips trail down her neck as he pulls her tighter, the weight of his presence overwhelming her.) Elara: (a shiver runs through her as she melts into him, her hands resting against his chest, voice barely above a whisper) "Do what you have to... I'm not fighting you, Shubman." Shubman: (his hand slides down her body, the air between them charged with tension, his voice low and commanding) "Good girl. You're going to feel every second of it... and you'll never forget who owns you." (He leans in, kissing her with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.)

"For her brother's honour, she stayed away-unaware she still stirred storms in the eyes she wouldn't meet." DISCLAIMER before BCCI hunts me down - This is fiction. Pure brain masala. I repeat, no cricketer was harmed in the making of this delulu. I love them all (especially the one this is about 👀). This story? It's spicy. It's soft. It's dramatic. It's a full-course meal of emotions, slow burn tension, and morally questionable blushing. Do I know where it's going? No. Do I have vibes and audacity? YES. Support the chaos. Read it. Vote. Share. Manifest. And remember: Keep dreaming. Shubman might not read this. But who knows? Maybe his friend does. 😉

They are never meant to fall in love but chaos has a way of uncovering the truth that heart hides