╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 💫 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴. Some people don't enter your life like storms. They arrive like the sky- vast, unbothered, endless. He walked in like the breeze, easy, unhurried, carrying the scent of something familiar. Shreyas Iyer. A cricketer the nation admired, a man who made chaos look calm. He didn't chase the spotlight, it followed him. Not because he demanded attention, but because his presence made silence feel like a song. People often mistook his laid-back smile for indifference, but those who really knew him... knew he was the calm after every storm. She sat quietly, listening-always listening. Not to reply, but to understand. Aarohi Agarwal. A therapist with soft eyes and sharp comebacks. She healed people for a living, but rarely let anyone hold her broken pieces. Empathy was her strength. Boundaries were her armour. She didn't like messes, especially the emotional kind. But she was a beautiful contradiction, sweet and sassy, soft-spoken but never a pushover. She knew what hurt felt like... and more importantly, what healing looked like. Two people, neither looking for anything. One tired of being seen as just a jersey. The other too used to seeing through people. They didn't crash into each other. They collided gently, like constellations crossing paths. Not to complete, but to coexist. Because sometimes, the most unexpected souls find the quietest corners of each other. And sometimes, the cosmos doesn't scream. It whispers.

𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗨𝗠 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦... the blue jersey hides more than just their name. 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗦... there are glances, almost-touches, and things left unsaid. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗪... they start chasing something that isn't a trophy. ☄ cover by the talented @kissbunny ☄ blue jersey dreams. ☄ indian cricketers au. ☄ one shot.

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الرجل الذي لا يقترب من منزله أحد، رجل الأسود المنعزل عن العالم الخارجي بعيدًا عن الضوء مع قطته كانت هي وحدها من طرقت باب منزله وباب قلبه ليفتحه ،لها ،وليسمح لها بإقتحام عالمه الهادئ، الأسود لطالما كان اللون المثالي للإختباء، لهذا إختارته لتختبئ من كل ما يخيفها، كعلامة الين واليانغ، هي كانت الأبيض وسط سواده، وهو كان الأسود في الأبيض النقي. أسّود |مقيّد بالعتمة.. كُتِبت في الحادي و الثلاثون مِن أكتوبر ٢٠١٦ مِن الميلاد.. إنتهت في العاشِر من يونيو ٢٠١٩ من الميلاد.. لا أستبيح سِرقة أي حرف مِن الرِواية لأي كائِن كان.. •تَحذير: الرواية بِها مُحتوى جريء ، خالٍ مِن التفاصيل الجِنسية.. حائِزَة على: #1 in mystery #1 in novel #1 in love #1 in zaynmalik #1 in romantic #1 in drama #1 in fanfic #1 in zayn #1 in dark #1 in أسود #1 in قصص الهواة #1 in black #1 in romance #1 in hate