"Oh My Gooooodddd!!!!! Did I just witness the presence of THE SHUBMAN GILL!!!?? " A surprised look was clearly visible on Nirja's face. A love story of a fangirl getting super lucky 🤭🤍

SHUBMAN GILL AND Y/N SAJDEH TOGETHER????

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ───── "I'm not a saint, Alia." he growled, his hand curling around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "But touch another man- fuck it, even smile at one and I'll make sure he forgets what breathing feels like." My pulse jumped. "I'm not yours." I hissed, though my voice trembled. His lips brushed my cheek, dangerously soft. "You belong to me." he murmured, eyes dark with something far worse than hate. "You think anyone else could handle you? They'd believe to cherish you for a week, I'd worship you for life." "And you'll love me for it." ༺❀༻ St. Laurent's University. The place where luxury drips from the walls, secrets are currency and the spoiled heirs of the elite reign like gods. Power, lust and betrayal are just another day here. Among them, two names burn brighter and darker than the rest. 𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐯 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢, the empire's golden heir with eyes like sin and a temper that could set kingdoms on fire. 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, the only girl valiant enough to defy him and walk away unscathed. But hatred has a way of blurring into obsession. And Zeev's hatred for Alia is not clean. It's possessive, twisted and jealous of every man who so much as looks at her. Because in a world built on power, his cruel devotion might just be her greatest downfall.

Advika Arora returns to India, rekindling childhood bonds with cricket stars Shubman Gill and Abhishek Sharma. Once sunny memories now meet Abhishek's stormy demeanor, as Adi becomes his unlikely manager. Amidst IPL frenzy, a twist of fate proposes an unexpected fake dating between the grumpy cricketer and the ever-optimistic lawyer. As they navigate the cricketing world, media buzz, and family expectations, sparks fly in unexpected ways, forging a partnership as powerful as a winning cricket match. It's going to be a grumpy x sunshine and of course our favourite rohika❤️😭 type, the cricketer x manager story💗 Fake dating trope aswell😭

They say finding a soulmate is the hardest thing in the world. Out of seven billion hearts beating under the same sky, choosing the right one feels like chasing a mirage. But love - love never asks for the right time, the right place, or the right person. It just happens. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝟐𝟐-𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. When the world welcomes the first-ever 𝑴𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝑫𝑰 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒑, history takes a new turn. Men and women, side by side - playing not against each other, but with each other. Boundaries blur, rules change, and amidst the sound of roaring crowds, something far deeper begins to bloom. 𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂, twenty, shy yet dazzling, carries the calm of the moon and the fire of dreams. A cricketer whose bat speaks poetry, whose silence hums strength. She never sought fame - only freedom between the wickets. And then comes 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒌 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - twenty-five, the nation's golden boy. Charming, confident, and reckless with both bat and heart. Where she is restraint, he is chaos. Where she hides, he shines. Where she listens, he commands. They are poles apart - destined to collide. And somewhere between rivalry and rhythm, between boundaries and hearts, they'll discover that love, like cricket, is all about timing. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞"- 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞..... He's fucking me into oblivion, my eyes rolling back for the third time. He's not letting up, he has my hair wrapped around his fingers, and he's slapping my ass hard, my body jolting every time he does. Does that feel good baby? he sighs, enjoy it because you're not getting any sleep tonight, I'm gonna wear your ass out because of that stunt you pulled tonight. I gulped, knowing just what was prepared for me. -------------------------- Elena Rosann Ricci was a true daddy's girl , already living without her mother , her father was all she had. Although one day when her father was taken away from her as well, devastated at the age of six years old at the time, a man decides to take her in and train her to be an assassin. Elena is a cold blooded killer , living the life she has, and seeing the things she has seen, she has no mercy in her eyes when she kills. Slayer of anyone who crosses her path, she only kills who she is assigned to kill. People know of her as "Black Heart" , but no one has ever seen the face of black heart, only rumors have kissed her lips, laid upon her skin. Craziest part is no one expects a very attractive woman to be a cold blooded killer. Luciano Dante Armani lost his mother at a young age and his father was never the same afterwards, he knew his father cared about him but everything was always about him and Luciano was stuck having to follow all of his fathers orders. Luciano was brought up into the life of violence, seeing men's brains being splattered on a wall by his father at the young age of 5 , his father told him it's a tough world out here, you either kill or be killed. Luciano's father trained him and taught him to shoot guns at a young age, taught him how to protect himself.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

What happens when a fan girl ends up being his wife will it even work or will it end on a weird note College girl × Idol IAS X CRICKETER is it forced marriage?! .... Media or Love?! Destiny or a mere adjustment Stay tuned to know what happens........ Title Credits to @_ingeniouswriter97_ Also do check out @_ingeniouswriter97_'s Rishabh Pant fanfic Hearts and Boundaries...

The story between ordinary girl and Star cricketer & captain Shubman Gill and Dhara Sharma. Her life was quit, he was a stadium roar. Now, they are secretly, legally, at war..... She didn't want the fame, he didn't want the wife.... That's the fantastic premises!!!.... A forced, secret marriage which fueled by pure hate, offers so much drama and tension and zero expectations. "It's just a cricket, dhara. Its not life or death." He whisper to her. "It is when you're the one batting," she whisper back. Please read, vote, comment and share this incredible story.... Story must be contain mature scene, harsh words so enjoy it. Mione🎀

"Get ready to dive into a Shubman Gill fanfiction where Shivika Malhotra, an actress and imagined sister of Siddharth Malhotra, takes center stage. Discover the captivating story of how Shivika and Shubman meet, and the romance that blossoms between them. Join me on this imaginative journey!" -------------------------------------------