Nitya Mehra believes professionalism comes before emotions. Shreyas lyer believes rules are meant to be broken. Unfortunately for both of them, fate keeps putting them in the same room. From injury rehab sessions and World Cup pressure to IPL victories, emotional setbacks, media chaos, and unresolved tension, the story of two people who were never supposed to fall for each other. Because sometimes the strongest connections are hidden beneath the arguments, the rivalry, and everything.

╰┈➤ 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.

Stella Graham wants nothing to do with hockey, or the loudmouthed, insufferable Dean Di Laurentis who lives for this sport. But when a teammate bets Dean he can't make the "crazy," cold-hearted cousin fall for him, Dean takes the challenge. Slowly, Stella's walls crumble. For the first time in years, she laughs. She smiles. She actually believes she might be worthy of love. But it was all just a bet, right?

So there will be new characters in this story and you can message/comment if anyone wants some changes or wants to give some suggestions.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

In a world where timing is everything, love doesn't always arrive when you're ready-it returns when you least expect it. KL Rahul has always lived his life under the glare of stadium lights-disciplined, admired, and emotionally guarded. For him, relationships were like risky shots: beautiful when they worked, devastating when they didn't. After a past that left more questions than closure, he learned to focus only on the game. Naira Singhania, on the other hand, built her world away from the noise-fiercely independent, quietly strong, and determined never to let her heart become her weakness again. She had loved once, deeply enough to lose herself-and vowed never to repeat that mistake. But fate, like a perfectly timed cover drive, has its own plans. When Rahul and Naira cross paths again after years of silence, unresolved emotions begin to surface. What starts as reluctant conversations turns into stolen moments, late-night confessions, and a fragile rediscovery of something they both thought was long gone. Yet, second chances are never simple. Between the pressure of public life, the weight of past heartbreaks, and the fear of history repeating itself, they must decide-do they protect their hearts, or risk everything for a love that refuses to fade? "Second Chance" is a deeply emotional journey of healing, growth, and the courage it takes to love again-not perfectly, but truthfully.

She was born into the game - not as a player, but as a Pandya. Sanaya had spent her whole life surrounded by stadium lights, press conferences, and headlines that never belonged to her. Being Hardik Pandya's sister meant attention she never asked for and expectations she never wanted. She was never supposed to fall for him - the quiet left-hander with a smile that felt too steady for a world that never stopped spinning. Tilak Varma , the new ICT charm boy was the last person she planned to notice - calm, kind, charming and too focused on cricket to care about the chaos that came with her surname. But one smile under the floodlights changed everything. Between whispered conversations, teasing glances, and rules they both knew they were breaking, a boundary began to blur - the one between the field and the heart. And in a world that watches every move, love might just be the riskiest crossover of all.

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🌠 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐔𝐑: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. Some things begin as a moment. A glance. A smile. A coincidence the world refuses to ignore. And sometimes... they turn into something far more dangerous, a dream you don't want to wake up from. Tilak Varma. The golden boy of Indian cricket. Effortless on the field, unbothered off it. The kind of man who made pressure look like a game and attention feel like second nature. Crowds adored him, cameras chased him, and fame sat on his shoulders like it belonged there. Avni Luthra. Not the kind of woman the world expected to stand in the middle of a cricket stadium and own it. Powerful, precise, and impossibly composed, she was strategy and authority wrapped in elegance. Untouchable, unreadable, and always ten steps ahead. Two names that didn't belong in the same sentence. Until one moment did that for them. A fleeting interaction. A camera angle. A post match second that the internet turned into a story of its own. A ship. A fantasy. A narrative the world built... before they ever got the chance to. But what happens when something that was never real... starts feeling real? When an internet ship turns into curiosity, curiosity into tension, and tension into something neither of them can control? Because some connections aren't planned. They aren't logical. They are imagined first and lived later. And the most dangerous kind of love? Is the one that begins as a imagination. A beautiful, intoxicating dream that refuses to stay unreal.

She was his moon-untouchable, but worth every risk. Tilak Varma is Mumbai Indians' rising star. Anvika Sharma is Rohit's sister-back from London after five years, chasing art over fame. Their first meeting is accidental. Their love is forbidden. He's the boy from Hyderabad with everything to prove. She's the daughter with a secret , hidden, her past a locked door even she can't open. Between stolen glances and midnight texts, they build a world in shadows. But when the truth explodes, it won't just break their hearts. It will shatter the Sharma family and force Rohit to choose: protect his sister, or let her love? Some loves are written in the stars. Theirs was written in the space between a six and a silence.

- where love sinks deep, not loud In a world that celebrates noise- stadiums, headlines, expectations- two souls learn the language of quiet. He lives under floodlights, where mistakes are remembered and silence is heavy. She lives between words, where stories matter more than applause. From different cultures. Different worlds. Bound by restraint, responsibility, and unspoken feelings. This is not a love story that rushes. It waits. It listens. It stays. Gehra hua here means drowning in love It means feeling something deeply enough to never be the same again. Hello, goofies! This is my first story in the ICT series. I hope you enjoy it. This story is inspired by the Bollywood movie 2 States. As I am a fresher in writing, there may be some mistakes-please feel free to correct me and share your feedback.