A Shubman Gill, Ishan Kishan & Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction. Six people, two friend groups, one luxury duplex in Mumbai, and a mistake that none of them can undo. Shubman Gill, Ishan Kishan, and Abhishek Sharma move in expecting a quiet, structured space after a long season, only to find that the house has already been rented out to Tanishka Singh Chauhan, Advika Dutta, and Kashish Arora. Two different brokers, two full payments, and one property that legally belongs to both parties leave them with no immediate solution and no choice but to coexist until things are sorted. What begins as a forced compromise quickly turns into a test of space, patience, and boundaries. Shubman, who thrives on order and control, finds himself constantly clashing with Tanishka, who is just as particular and unwilling to adjust. Ishan's chaotic, easygoing nature collides effortlessly with Advika's bold and unpredictable personality, turning everyday moments into banter that neither of them takes seriously until it starts to mean something. Meanwhile, Abhishek and Kashish settle into a quieter rhythm, building an understanding that doesn't rely on noise or confrontation but grows in the spaces in between. Living together was never part of the plan, and yet routines begin to form despite their resistance. Shared spaces lead to shared conversations, small irritations turn into familiarity, and the line between obligation and comfort begins to blur. What was meant to be temporary slowly becomes something harder to walk away from. When a solution finally presents itself and the option to leave is back on the table, none of them are where they started. Because somewhere along the way, the house stopped being just a mistake-and started feeling like something worth staying for.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of. Most impressive Rankings: #1 in college romance #2 in BL fiction #3 in forced proximity #85 in love stories.

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

"Famous exes forced to work together again." They were lovers once. Now, after a messy breakup, they're teammates again-and it's a media storm. Old wounds, buried jealousy, late-night arguments, unresolved feelings, and intense sexual tension resurface. The line between hate and want blurs dangerously.

A story of Pat Cummins and Abhishek Sharma

Abhishek Sharma is a 25-year-old second grade teacher who's learned to live carefully and quietly. Pat Cummins is a 32-year-old cardiologist too busy fixing hearts to worry about his own. That is until a visit to his nephew's Career Day changes everything. Their first meeting is ordinary: a classroom introduction, a handshake, a polite smile. Any somehow, they just can't seem to forget each other.

The gray skies and iconic grounds of England it is. The India Women's Tour of England 2025 was a high-stakes series across Nottingham, London, and Birmingham, providing the perfect backdrop for a slow-burn romance. This is a journey through a long away tour in England, where the rain and the pressure of the series force two of India's biggest stars to finally look at what's been hiding in plain sight.

One photo. One rumor. One fake relationship. Vice-Captain Smriti Mandhana is caught in a scandal just before the Women's World Cup. To save her and the team, Captain Harmanpreet Kaur pretends to be her girlfriend - but pretending soon starts feeling dangerously real. A sapphic romance of cricket, lies, and unexpected love.