❛Oh, look what we became ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2025

Noor Sidhu had always envisioned her life on her own terms-independent, successful, and free from the traditional expectations of her family. Living in New York, working as a Public Health Consultant, and in a relationship , she was content with her choices. That is, until her parents dropped a bombshell-she was being forced into an arranged marriage with Shubman Gill, a star cricketer she barely knew. Shubman Gill, on the other hand, is equally uninterested in this marriage. With his heart set on someone else, he's just as trapped by his family's expectations as Noor is by hers. The two barely know each other but are now tied together in a marriage neither of them wanted. As they navigate their new reality, they clash, ignore each other, and fight constantly. But despite their resistance, something starts to change. In a relationship born out of obligation, can love find a way to grow, or will they forever be trapped by resentment and duty? Unwanted Vows is the story of two strangers forced together by fate. Noor and Shubman's journey is full of tension, unexpected emotions, and the possibility of love where they least expect it.

❛ But something happened, I heard him laughing ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2025

'Be Thankful that we are in public, Otherwise I would have Kissed you senseless by now.' Cricketer x Manager Lower case intended Achievements : - '1' in #yashasvijaiswal '3' in #yashasvi '55' in #shubmangill '174' in #ict '196' in #cricket '699' in #indian

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me 𖦹 shubman gill, taylrsdaughter 2024

Hearts shattered and familial bonds strained, the cricketing kingdom found itself in the clutches of guilt and regret. The prince of cricket, on the precipice of losing not just his title but his essence, sat forlorn in an opulent bar's private section. Accompanying him was his steadfast companion, a best friend who witnessed the unravelling of dreams and the erosion of a once-unbreakable spirit. Meanwhile, the king of cricket, his brother-in-law, looked on helplessly, burdened by a crown that now felt hollow. Though still holding the esteemed title, it bore no significance in the absence of his sister, a pillar of unwavering support throughout his cricketing journey. The fractured bonds were a consequence of the choices made, but a glimmer of hope emerged when Virat noticed something peculiar on the wine bottle tightly clutched by Shubman. Could this discovery be their final opportunity to locate his missing sister?

"Can I have a word?" he said, his voice low and laced with an edge as he took Rhea's arm and guided her away from the group. She raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension radiating off him. "What's wrong?" she asked, feigning innocence, but the corner of her mouth twitched as she suppressed a smile. As soon as they were out of sight, he pinned her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, closing the space between them. "You shouldn't let guys look at you like that," he growled, his breath hot against her cheek. "Oh? And how should I let them look at me?" she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Like you're mine," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching. Rhea smirked, undeterred by his bravado. "And what makes you think you can claim me like that?" "Because I'm not sharing," he replied, his gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. The challenge in her eyes only fueled his desire. In one swift motion, he crashed his lips against hers, the kiss igniting like a spark in a dark room. Her body melted against him, responding to his urgency as he pressed into her, his hands roaming to her waist, pulling her closer. "Shubman," she gasped against his mouth, a mix of surprise and delight in her tone. "What about that guy?" "Forget him," he murmured between kisses, trailing his lips down her neck, his hands gripping her hips. "He doesn't know what he's missing." "Really? And what do you think you're doing right now?" she teased, breathless as he nibbled at her collarbone, his touch igniting fire beneath her skin. "Proving a point," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I want you to remember who you belong to." Like a well-played cover drive, your love sweeps me off my feet, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. - Shubman Gill The prince of ict, everyone's obsession, figures out his obsession.

Shubman: (his voice dark with possessiveness, gripping her waist as he pulls her closer) "You think you can play games with me, Elara? Letting other men get too close?" Elara: (her breath shaky, trying to mask her vulnerability, but her voice soft) "What are you going to do about it, Gilly? You think I'm yours?" Shubman: (his eyes darken as his grip tightens, pulling her back against his chest, his lips brushing her ear) "I don't just think you're mine, Elara. I know it. And I'll make sure you know it too." (His lips trail down her neck as he pulls her tighter, the weight of his presence overwhelming her.) Elara: (a shiver runs through her as she melts into him, her hands resting against his chest, voice barely above a whisper) "Do what you have to... I'm not fighting you, Shubman." Shubman: (his hand slides down her body, the air between them charged with tension, his voice low and commanding) "Good girl. You're going to feel every second of it... and you'll never forget who owns you." (He leans in, kissing her with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.)