"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.

Love isn't always black and white... sometimes it's painted in shades you never expected. Three hearts. Three choices. One story that will test the limits of trust, desire, and destiny. Dive into a world where passion blurs the line between right and wrong, and every decision leaves a mark. Secrets, heartbreak, and steamy moments await - but will love survive its darkest shades? Warning: This story is bold, intense, and meant for readers who dare to explore the gray areas of the heart. Tropes:- Enemies to Lovers •Shubman Gill Bestfriend to Lovers •Abhishek Sharma childhood sweetheart •Ishan Kishan --------------- Heyy guyss Skyy this side, this is my first multi couple Book on Shubman Gill, Abhishek Sharma, Ishan Kishan and with three other Fictional Girl. this book and my content didn't have any intention to Sexualizing the idols. This story is pure fictional and nothing to do with reality!! AND YEAHHH DO NOTT DARE TO COPY MY IDEASSS...DO NOTT!!! Pyar se likha hai support bhi pyara he chahiye aapka.. dhanyawad!!!❤️

Shubman Gill fanfiction Story inspiration (JUST THE BEGINNING PLOT) - @svara_muses

A Shubman Gill Story~ Jab tum mile to lagta ki yeh duniya rukh gyi Aur yeh ittefaq ke liye hum itne Naseeb wale hai ki khuda se bas kuch nhi bas tum chahiye. Shubman Gill a cricketer, who's falsely accused of assault. When his own family doesn't even believe him, he's dropped from the team. All in one moment, just gone. Everything shattered. Who's going to save him? When everything's falling apart, who will mend it? Who's going to fix everything, who will stay by his side when the whole world is against him? Adwita Malhotra, a lawyer and singer. Works in Mumbai's best office. A case was offered to the office. Nobody dared to take it. Why? she wondered. What will she do when she comes to know about the real story? Find out and stay till the end lovelies🫶🏻

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🌟 𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. Some stories don't begin with thunder. They begin quietly, like sunlight slipping through half drawn curtains. He was the boy with a bat who turned into a man with a nation on his shoulders. Shubman Gill. A name the crowd screamed, a face cameras loved. To the world, he was effortless charm, all smiles and sunshine. But behind the headlines and scoreboards, he was just a young man carrying the weight of expectations that sometimes felt heavier than his bat. Success had kissed his forehead once, but lately, the applause had turned into murmurs. And even sunshine can flicker when clouds linger too long. She was the kind of chaos that didn't apologize for existing. Sharanya De Luca. Half Indian, half Italian, wholly unapologetic. A girl who grew up with too much freedom and just enough rebellion. She had money, she had choices, but what she craved most was freedom from being told who she was supposed to be. So she chose to wander, to guide strangers through her beloved Italy, telling stories about ruins and rivers, while secretly searching for her own. He wasn't looking for healing. She wasn't looking for love. But destiny has its own sense of humor. And sometimes, when chaos meets a little less chaos, when sunshine collides with sunshine, the world doesn't burn. It glows. Because some souls don't ask for distance, they ask for closeness. For that needed nearness that feels less like a choice... and more like fate.

- 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.

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?

Akshara Singhania, a beautiful and brilliant medical student, gets the opportunity to work as the physiotherapist for the Indian Cricket Team after passing her college with flying colors. Ultimately, she gets thrown into the orbit of her long time crush, Shubman Gill. All Akshara wanted was a quiet job, away from the drama. Instead she got a headline-making cricketer and an absurd fake dating arrangement. But between faked cuddles, accidental jealousy, and a whole lot of late-night banter... they might just forget they were supposed to be pretending. "Careful, Akshu." Shubman said with a teasing grin." At this rate I might just fake another injury to keep you around." She smirked, "Please. If you wanted my attention, you could've just pulled a muscle like a normal cricketer." "And miss the chance to have my personal physiotherapist around? No way." She raised an eyebrow and said, "Keep talking like that and people might actually think that you're falling for me." He leaned towards her and whispered, "Who said I am not?"

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐚𝐧 thought his heart had already played its final innings the day he met Ruhani. The silent longing, the quiet heartbreak-he carried it all, knowing she was never meant to be his. So, he made peace with watching from the sidelines, believing love had no second chance for him. Then came -𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢 bold, fiery, impossible to ignore. She wasn't gentle. She was a storm. And every time they clashed, sparks flew. What began as banter and bitterness soon turned into lingering glances, stolen moments, and something far more dangerous beneath the surface. In the dead of night, between fights and fevered touches, a new innings began- 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable matches are the ones you never planned to play.

To all the shubman lover girls, who crave sweet and innocent love, but wanna be fucked till they pass out! ⭐️🎀🌷💌 Open to suggestions!!