"I never know you are one of them who pretends to be friend with girl just to get them in your bed." She said. "Are you even listening to yourself? You are just assuming things which are hardly 1% true." He said. "I know very Well what I am saying. But I never know you are a characterles..." Before she can complete he grabed her hand and pinned her to the wall harshly. "How dare you?" He asked dangerously. "Leave me you are hurting me." She yelled. As soon as he realised what he has done he left her. "You ruined a beautiful and precious friendship. Now bear it." She said and turned to leave. And she left.

A cricketer, a influncer cum journalist, and a misunderstanding so dumb it deserves its own press conference. Aviranya Carlisle's biggest crime? Saying she was sick of seeing Shubman Gill's airport looks in the news. Apparently, that was enough for Mr. Overreact to unfollow her, ignore her existence, and hold a grudge for months. Fast forward to few months-Avi's runs into him again and he's acting like she personally insulted his entire cricketing career. So, obviously, she calls him out. "Oye, Gill, tujhe problem kya hai?" "Mujhse zyada kisi aur ko problem thi, I think." "Gill, stop being cryptic before I actually throw my drink at you." "I heard you in Mumbai, okay?" "Heard what? That I was tired of your airport headlines?" And just like that-BOOM-entertainment for the entire Indian team. Virat's invested. I shan's ready to roast. And Shubman? He's realizing he's been holding a grudge over absolutely nothing. An unfollow, a confrontation, and now... a follow-back. But if the team has anything to say about it (and they definitely do), things are just getting started. This is my first book so please be a little patient and understanding with me.

❝𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?❞ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘖𝘙... 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 '𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

They promised to never forget each other. But life, fame, and oceans of silence have a cruel way of making people strangers. Arunika Goyal left Fazilka with a full scholarship to one of America's top medical schools. Focused, brilliant, and emotionally guarded, she rose to become a respected trauma surgeon - known more for her skill with a scalpel than for soft sentiments. Shubman Gill, meanwhile, stayed. And soared. From dusty school grounds to international stadiums, he became India's cricketing star. But behind the fame and spotlight, there was always one unanswered question, one person who disappeared without goodbye. Eight years later, fate - and a freak injury - bring them back into the same orbit in Mumbai. She's assigned to the BCCI's elite sports medicine team for a six-month research collaboration. He's the star patient - and the one ghost from her past she never wanted to face in scrubs and silence. Some wounds don't bleed, but they never quite heal either.

When a rising cricketer meets his spirited doctor, sparks fly in unexpected ways. What starts as a routine recovery turns into a connection no one saw coming. Shubman and Myra's story is where banter meets chemistry.

"Everyone wants him - that's my crime. Wrong place, at the right time." What happens when a girl who knows nothing about cricket falls in love with the man the world worships? She doesn't know his records. She doesn't know his name carries stadiums. She doesn't know the weight of the bat in his hands or the expectations on his shoulders. And what happens when Shubman Gill falls for a girl who doesn't recognize him, who sees him - not the headlines, not the fame? When his calm meets her chaos. When silence meets endless questions. When destiny plays its most unexpected shot. What happens when a girl who never cared about cricket receives an offer from the BCCI to become the Indian Cricket Team's main physiotherapist? He is a boy of his bat and his shots. She is a girl of her words and her patience. Wrong place. Right time. Perfectly timed love.

Book 1 of Cricket Romance Series. 🎀 A charming, famous cricketer is adored by fans for his talent and charisma, but off the field, he is surprisingly humble and playful. An ordinary girl, grounded, funny, and completely unaware of his celebrity life, crosses paths with him in the most unexpected way. When their worlds collide through a chaotic, everyday mishap sparks fly, playful banter ensues, and a slow-burning connection begins. Amid cricket matches, public appearances, and the pressures of fame, their accidental encounters turn into small, heartwarming moments of intimacy and laughter.🎀 It's a soft, flirty, and cozy romance: full of charm, mishaps, and tender moments that prove love can find its way in the most unexpected places.

Fame. Pressure. Expectations. For Shubman Gill, it's all part of the game. At just twenty-five, he's not just the poster boy of Indian cricket - he's a national obsession. With endorsements piling up, media chasing every move, and the IPL around the corner, his life is nothing short of chaotic. That's when he decides to hire a personal manager - someone sharp, reliable, and unaffected by the glamor. What he doesn't expect is her. Enter Vanya Malhotra, a fresh college graduate with big dreams, zero experience in the sports industry, and a stubborn fire in her heart. She's not dazzled by Shubman's fame, nor does she pretend to be. All she wants is to prove herself - and she's ready to take on the madness, even if it means dealing with the most high-maintenance cricketer in the country. Their worlds clash from the very first meeting - he's guarded, cocky, and set in his ways. She's direct, ambitious, and refuses to be intimidated. But beneath the surface, something starts to shift. In the middle of endorsement shoots, team travels, and late-night strategy calls, the lines blur. Between playful arguments and moments of unexpected vulnerability, they begin to find comfort in each other. But nothing about love is simple - not when the world is watching. A story about unexpected beginnings, professional boundaries, and finding love in the most chaotic corners of life. When Shubman Gill meets Vanya Malhotra, it's not just another professional partnership - it's the beginning of a story neither of them saw coming.

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.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Janvi Sharma has always been there. Before the fame. Before the jerseys. Before the world learned Shubman Gill's name. She's the girl who showed up when matches ended late, who understood his silences, who fit so naturally into his world that everyone assumed she belonged. Including herself. So when the world finds out he has a girlfriend, Janvi finds out too- through a public post, effortless and unapologetic. Like she never existed at all. Like she was'nt the person who should have known this before everyone. What hurts isn't the girlfriend. It's being the only one who didn't know. Still, Janvi stayed. Because loyalty feels easier than asking questions she's afraid to hear the answers to. Until boundaries appear overnight, rumours turn cruel, and silence replaces protection. And when it matters most, he chooses distance. Then silence. Then a version of the story where she no longer fits. That's when Janvi understood the truth: she wasn't forgotten-she was convenient. So she left. Not broken. Not angry. Just clear. Choosing a future that doesn't require her to keep showing up for someone who stopped choosing her. Because sometimes the deepest betrayal isn't being replaced. It's being taken for granted.