A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Shubman Gill never planned on getting married. At twenty-six, his life revolves around cricket, endorsements, training schedules, and the constant pressure of living up to expectations. Marriage is a distraction he doesn't need, and he has no intention of letting anyone change his mind. Saanvi Pawar has her own dreams. A talented architect from Pune, she has spent years building a successful career and fiercely protecting her independence. Settling down is the last thing on her mind as she just moved to Mumbai alone-until her grandfather falls seriously ill. His only wish is to see her married, and for the first time, saying no feels impossible. With their families connected through years of friendship and business ties, the solution arrives far too quickly. A marriage. Temporary. Practical. Safe. One year. That's the agreement. If, after twelve months, they still don't want this marriage, they can walk away without guilt, explanations, or consequences. It sounds simple enough. All they have to do is coexist. But families have expectations. There are weddings to attend, festivals to celebrate, relatives to impress, and endless questions to answer. Soon, they find themselves acting like the perfect married couple everywhere they go. Holding hands for photographs. Sharing inside jokes they never meant to create. Showing up for each other when nobody is watching. What begins as an arrangement slowly turns into something neither of them anticipated. Between Ganpati celebrations in Pune, Lohri nights in Punjab, chaotic family gatherings, long-distance calls during overseas tours, and quiet moments that feel far too comfortable, the line between pretending and reality starts to disappear. The problem isn't the marriage anymore. The problem is that the one-year deadline is getting closer. And neither of them is ready to admit that somewhere along the way, they stopped counting the days until it ended.

"Har cheez apne waqt pe acchi lagti hai, Aur ek tum ho jo har waqt acche lagte ho."

"For her brother's honour, she stayed away-unaware she still stirred storms in the eyes she wouldn't meet." DISCLAIMER before BCCI hunts me down - This is fiction. Pure brain masala. I repeat, no cricketer was harmed in the making of this delulu. I love them all (especially the one this is about 👀). This story? It's spicy. It's soft. It's dramatic. It's a full-course meal of emotions, slow burn tension, and morally questionable blushing. Do I know where it's going? No. Do I have vibes and audacity? YES. Support the chaos. Read it. Vote. Share. Manifest. And remember: Keep dreaming. Shubman might not read this. But who knows? Maybe his friend does. 😉

WHEN THREE STORIES, THREE WORLDS COME TOGETHER ABHISHEK SHARMA: The fierce cricketer who plays the game of life by his own rules. SHUBMAN GILL: The easygoing charmer- but what happens when the lines between friendship and love blur? RIYAN PARAG: The heartbroken dreamer who swore off love, only to find it where he least expects it. ROOPI GILL: A firecracker on and off the pitch, her feisty personality hides a soft heart. SARA TENDULKAR: Sweet, calm, and patient, but don't mistake her softness for weakness-she knows how to fight her battles. ANANYA PANDEY: A model with confidence as high as her heels, she's determined to live life on her terms, no matter who gets left behind. TROPES: Enemies to lovers Friends to lovers Friends with benefits to lovers

*He was becoming the world's favorite.* *She was learning how to survive hers.* At fifteen, Vaibhav Suryavanshi was already carrying the kind of dreams most people spend their entire lives chasing. Stadium lights, expectations, pressure, sacrifices - cricket had become more than just a game. It was survival. It was responsibility. It was the only thing standing between his family's struggles and a better future. The world saw talent. They saw records. They saw a boy destined for greatness. But nobody saw what greatness demanded in return. Nobody saw the pressure sitting quietly on his shoulders. Nobody saw the anger hidden beneath calm eyes. Nobody saw the boy slowly losing pieces of himself while the world kept asking for more. And somewhere far away from cameras and applause- lived a girl nobody noticed. A girl who had already learned, far too young, that homes weren't always built with love. A girl who stopped expecting kindness, stopped asking questions, and learned how to survive in silence. Y/N never cared for cricket. Never cared for fame. Until one random evening changed something. One match. One face on a television screen. And suddenly- the boy the world was beginning to know somehow became the quietest part of her little world. Years passed. He never knew she existed. She never expected him to. Until life - cruel, strange, and painfully unpredictable - placed her right in front of him. As his Personal Assistant. What starts as distance turns into tension. What starts as silence slowly becomes comfort. And what starts as admiration turns into something far more dangerous. Because Vaibhav Suryavanshi never cared about love. Until her. And Y/N? She had already loved him long before the world claimed him. *A dark slow-burn romance filled with fame, pressure, obsession, healing, emotional wounds, silent love, and the kind of devotion that ruins before it saves.*

They weren't supposed to be in each other's lives. Now they're bound forever. Aaditri Sharma was the untouchable younger sister-beautiful, brilliant, and burning too brightly for anyone to handle. A dentist with a double life as a model, she was never meant to be part of the spotlight. But fame found her. So did he. Shubman Gill, her brother's best friend, has known her since she was just "Abhishek's annoying little sister." Now, she's a storm he can't control-a storm he's sworn to stay away from. But when one secret changes everything, Shubman is left with no choice. He forces Aaditri into a marriage neither of them wanted. No reason. No explanation. Just a ring, a cold contract... and one rule: Keep up the act. In public, they pretend. In private, they burn. But what Aaditri doesn't know is- He's hiding something. And she's about to find out just how dangerous love can be when the lines between hate, obsession, and guilt start to twist.

They say time heals all wounds - but what if time only sharpens the pain? Aradhya Kohli, 25, is fierce, savage, and unapologetically real - a woman who doesn't bow down to anyone. After four years of heartbreak and distance, she's back in Mumbai, armed with a degree from London and a prestigious job as the new team physiotherapist for BCCI. What she didn't expect? Him. Shubman Gill - now 26, India's cricket heartthrob, known for his aggressive batting style and even more aggressive personality. Possessive, grumpy, with anger issues as intense as his passion for the game - and the one woman he could never forget. They were each other's everything once. Until long-distance, misunderstandings, and unspoken words tore them apart. Now, thrown together by fate and a shared past they pretend to hate, sparks are ready to fly - the fiery kind. But buried beneath the cold stares, sarcastic jabs, and unresolved tension... is a love that never really left. Because some stories never end - they just wait for the right time to begin again.

● ​A journey of silent prayers, rival jerseys, and the narrow gap between a fan's dream and a lover's reality. ● Celebrity x Fan ● Grumpy x Sunshine ● Sunlight × Moonlight ● PUNJABI GABRU × MUMBAI CHI MULGI When she trips, he's the one to steady her. When he's at the crease, she's the only one with her eyes closed, praying for his century. To everyone who has ever looked at the TV screen and wished the boy in the jersey would look back, this one is for you. This is a story of love, fear, and the beautiful chaos of the IPL. Buckle up, because the 'Prince of Punjab' is about to meet his biggest, clumsiest challenge yet. 😌🤍

The wall is thin. The thumps are loud. And Vamika Mehra is losing her damn mind. She moved back to Mumbai to escape her controlling dad, not to live next door to Tilak Varma , a cricketer who thinks smashing a ball at 3 a.m. is normal. He doesn't practice-he attacks the wall. Crack. Thud. Grunt. She bangs back once. The next night he bangs harder. War declared. Vamika hates cricket-the screaming uncles, the sweat, the ego. In the elevator she snaps, "Some of us have real jobs, not hobbies chasing leather." Tilak just smirks. "Keep talking, princess. Your wall's listening." She should hate him more. Instead she starts listening. Watching his matches just to hate-watch... until he smashes a six and her stomach flips like a live wire. He notices. Now the thumps are taunts. Cricket balls appear outside her door with notes: "Miss me yet?" , "Stop pretending you don't hear me." Fights turn hotter, louder, ending with them in the hallway at 2 a.m., faces inches apart. She falls first. He falls harder. Making a blackout him pining her to the wall and whisper, "Say it again. Say you hate cricket." Jealousy, power cuts, stadium invites, her dad finding out, media sniffing around-every fight ends with "I hate you" turning into "don't stop." They're a loud, messy disaster. But disasters can still choose each other. And sometimes the person you want to strangle... is the only one you can't live without.

𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙖 lives in a world where cricket is just another game-until a flight changes everything. Seated next to 𝙔𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙫𝙞 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡, the rising star of Indian cricket, she sees what no one else does. Not the fame. Not the records. Just a boy with dreams in his eyes. For 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒗𝒊, cricket has always been his first love, but 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂 makes him question if there's something more. Their unexpected encounter at 35,000 feet sparks a connection that neither distance nor destiny can ignore. When love enters a game where the heart plays the hardest, will they take the biggest risk of all-choosing each other? Some love stories are written in the stars, but theirs begins beyond 22 yards.