Abhishek Sharma is the golden boy of Indian cricket, the "Six-Hitting Machine" whose aggressive style masks a haunting past. Rhea Varma is a brilliant, rising cardiothoracic surgeon from a prestigious Telugu family in Hyderabad, known for her "ice-queen" composure and surgical precision. When they both meet, their entire lives go on a roller coaster ride..... It's an scifi fanfiction story....

Jungkook- Get the fuck out of my house. Get the fuck out of my life. I don't want you here anymore. I can't... I won't... I can't handle you anymore! Y/N (tears in eyes)- But Jungkook... you love me. Please tell me this is not real. Please. Jungkook- Real? You want real? Fine. This is real. I'm done pretending. I can't... I can't deal with this anymore. I can't deal with you, with us. I don't want this anymore. Y/N (sobbing, voice trembling)- But... but... Jungkook... all the moments... all the times we were... together... the moments we shared... the... the nights we spent... the kisses... the touches... the good times... the memories... the love what about them? Jungkook (bitterly, voice harsh)- They were mistakes, Y/N. All of it. Every single thing. The physical... the closeness... the nights we spent... the moments you think were special... they were a huge mistake. I used you. I shouldn't have... but I did. And now... now it's over. You have no right to cling to me anymore. Y/N (crying harder, voice breaking completely)- Jungkook... please... don't... don't do this... please... Jungkook- I can't... I can't handle this anymore. I can't handle your clumsiness... your presence... your love... everything. I can't anymore pretend that I love you. I can't. I won't. I... I don't love you Y/N. Break up. We're done. ___________________________ This story contains mature (smut ⚠️🔞) scenes. #1- officeromance (out of 11.2K stories) #1- jeon (out of 10.3K stories)

This story revolves around a young, heartthrob cricketer Shubman Gill and a beautiful and talented doctor who is cold. Their story starts with a fight and their attitude clash like the swords clash in war or will their love bloom like merries in meadows. Can two of them ever fall in love with each other when one is a self disciplined, prideful doctor and the other is a self obsessed Prince Of Cricket who is used to immense love of his fans. Will they come together to create the most beautiful symphony?

Two people. Two different worlds. Miles apart. Destiny brings them together tying them in a sacred bond of marriage. They never saw a future together but future saw "THEM" together. Will they be able to survive the marriage that was never meant to happen? Surrounded by the media, rumors and fans will they be able to work it out? Busy life and days apart, but at the end they found supporting each other at every step, at every stage of life. . . . . . . . . And they realised they were meant to be. They were DESTINED.

Shubman Gill x OC Dil-e-naadaan tujhe hua kya hai? Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai? {"O naïve heart, what ails you so? What cure is there for this ache, this woe?"}

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

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😭

"To the girl who took my six like a queen-Stay strong, always! - S G." ©️nocturnefable 2025 Short chapters but feelings

A scandalous encounter. Stake on reputation. Two people forced together. An Arranged Marriage. Shubman was on the peak of his career, he couldn't ruin his career. Devanshi was living a perfect princess life, she couldn't ruin her life. Both of them tied together with a sacred knot.

"Break up with that boyfriend of yours," Shubman demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her. Esha smirked, crossing her arms defiantly. "Not a chance." His frustration flared, and he stepped closer, pinning her against the wall, his body a solid weight against hers. "You think it's funny to have him around? I don't like it, Esha. You're mine." Her breath caught, the challenge in his eyes igniting something deep within her. "I'm not yours," she replied, but her voice trembled under the intensity of his gaze. "Prove it." His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing against her waist, claiming her. "You only belong to me." Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his kiss both demanding and possessive. He pressed his body into her, the heat between them palpable as he deepened the kiss, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Esha melted against him, the fierce need in his touch erasing her defiance. "You can't just-" she started, but he cut her off, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back, leaving her breathless. "You can deny it all you want," he murmured against her lips, "but I'm the only one who makes you feel this way." In that moment, as his hands roamed her body, she knew he was right. "Shubman..." she whispered, caught between resistance and desire. "Say it," he pressed, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Say you're mine."