⚠️ Content Warning: This story features a significant age gap (16 years) between the two main characters. If age-gap romances aren't your cup of tea, I kindly suggest checking out one of my other stories instead. 💛 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to fall for her. She was off-limits-too young, too close, too forbidden. But fate doesn't care about rules, and neither does desire. One summer, one mistake, and everything changes. An age-gap love story where the line between wrong and right blurs the moment their eyes meet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

They hated her. He destroyed her. Aimie was never wanted- not by her family... not by the world. And yet- she still chose to love him. David was her only hope. The only person she believed could save her. She was wrong. Because the man she loved... became the reason she broke. Slowly. Silently. Completely. And when love turns into pain- some girls don't fight. They disappear. And the worst part? No one notices they're gone. Not all love stories are meant to be saved. Some are meant to destroy you. 3# brokenfemallead(06/05/2026) 2# brokengirl(06/05/2026) 4# coldmalelead(06/05/2026) 7# regret (06/05/2026) 76# brokengirl out of 201k storys

She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

You fell first, but Shubman fell harder. Started- November 29, 2024 Ended- December 14, 2024

"He used to be my shadow. Now, I'm just a stranger in his spotlight." At ten years old, twenty-one-year-old Heer knew Shubman Gill as the boy next door who fiercely protected her and never left her side-the boy who used to chase her around shouting, "Oi Heer, ruk ja! Tainu chot lag javegi!" (Hey Heer, stop! You'll get hurt!). But when cricket pulled him into a world of global stardom, their connection snapped completely. Five years older, a lifetime ahead, and now a household name, Shubman returns-not as the warm boy she lost, but as the cold, distant fiancé her parents have chosen for her. Forced into an arranged marriage, Heer is determined to build her own independent path and protect her bleeding heart from the man who now looks right through her with a blunt, "Hum sirf parivaar ke liye yeh kar rahe hain." (We are only doing this for the family). As the glitz of the cricket world collides with the quiet memories of their past, Heer must navigate her own career goals while trying to find out if the boy she loved truly vanished behind the fame, or if destiny is playing the long game to melt his frozen heart. #1 in shubmangill 01/07/2026 #2 in shubmangill 03/07/2026 #10 in cricket 06/07/2026 #8 in cricket 17/07/2026

To the world, Shubman had it all-wealth, power, and a legacy waiting for him. But to those who knew him, he was a hollow shell. Three years ago, the only light in his life was extinguished when his girlfriend tragically passed away. The soft, loving boy he once died with her. In his place left a violent, cold, and ruthlessly arrogant man who vowed never to let anyone close again. When his father threatens to disown him unless he marries, Shubman reluctantly agrees-but he vows to make his new bride pay Isha is sweet, innocent, and full of hope. At first, she excuses his icy silence and explosive temper as mere stress. But as his cruelty deepens, the brutal truth unfolds: she didn't marry a stressed man. She married a man who utterly loathes her, still desperately in love with a ghost. Can Isha's soft light heal a heart that wants to stay broken, or will Shubman destroy her first?

"A marriage contract has an expiry date... but what if love doesn't?" Shubman Gill, the nation's cricket sensation, has no time for love. His only dream is to wear the Indian jersey with pride and focus on his career. Marriage is the last thing on his mind. Srividhya is an ordinary girl carrying extraordinary responsibilities. Working as an event manager in Mumbai, every paycheck goes toward her family's loans and EMIs. Love has never been a priority-it has always been survival. Their worlds collide at a wedding. He attends as a guest. She runs the event. One meeting is enough for Shubman's mother to decide that Srividhya is the perfect daughter-in-law. With family pressure mounting, Shubman and Srividhya strike an unexpected deal-a contract marriage with one condition: No love. No expectations. No heartbreak. Living under the same roof should have been easy. Until stolen glances became lingering smiles. Until fake moments started feeling real. Until two strangers slowly became each other's safe place. But can a marriage built on a contract survive when hearts begin to rewrite the rules? A Wedding Date is a heartwarming slow-burn arranged-marriage romance filled with family, laughter, emotional moments, and a love story that neither of them ever saw coming. Sometimes, the best love stories don't begin with "I love you." They begin with "It's just a contract."

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 In the world of cricket, fame came easy to men like Shubman Gill. Pretty smiles. Expensive watches. Headlines filled with rumors, scandals, and another woman linked to his name every other week. The nation called him cricket's golden boy, talented, charming, dangerously addictive to watch both on and off the field. And Shubman wore that reputation like a crown. Then there was Shreyas Iyer. Disciplined. Focused. Untouchable. The kind of cricketer coaches trusted, seniors respected, and fans admired from a distance because men like him didn't let people get too close. He believed in hard work, control, and never letting emotions interfere with the game. Which was exactly why he could never stand Shubman Gill. At least that's what the media thought. Because years ago, before the cold stares, passive aggressive interviews, and dressing room tension, they had actually been friends. Rivals from opposite teams who somehow still found comfort in each other between packed schedules, exhausting tours, and the suffocating pressure of being India's future. Until cricket ruined it, or maybe ambition did. The captaincy race turned ugly, selection politics made it worse. One position. Two egos. Endless comparisons. And suddenly every conversation became a competition. Every handshake became forced. Every match between them felt less like cricket and more like war. The media loved it. Fans turned their rivalry into entertainment. Cameras captured every glare, every sarcastic comment, every moment of visible irritation between India's two biggest stars. What nobody saw, was the tension that lingered a little too long. The way anger started feeling dangerously close to obsession. The way hatred burned hotter than it should. Because enemies weren't supposed to look at each other like that. And they definitely weren't supposed to want the one person determined to destroy him.

He was the "Prince of Cricket," a straight superstar who had the world at his feet-until a drunk DM connected him to an ethereal, innocent Kashmiri boy. What started as damage control rapidly spirals into an unhinged, territorial madness, proving that the nation's biggest heartthrob can be brought to his knees by a single, breathtaking fan. ❄️ 🏏