╰┈➤ 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.

Lavana Sharma never expected to meet him-let alone work with him, photograph him, or find herself standing in the same world he ruled effortlessly. He was a national cricket star, her long-time celebrity crush, a name she had only ever seen on screens, in stadium roars, and fleeting reels she never thought would become real life. Until they did. What begins as chance soon turns into collision-between work and wonder, professionalism and something far more personal. As she supports her younger brother's rising cricket career and finds herself repeatedly pulled into the orbit of the same man she once admired from afar, lines begin to blur in ways neither of them anticipates. Shreyas Iyer is disciplined, focused, rebuilding himself as a senior player determined to reclaim his place and prove his worth. She is chaos wrapped in warmth, emotional yet grounding, balancing family responsibilities, ambition, and a life that never slows down. What he doesn't know is that not only is she his junior's sister, but she has also been in his world longer than he has been in hers. The attraction is instant. The pull is undeniable. And somewhere between family ties, professional pressures, and a life constantly under public gaze, he becomes her calm-and she becomes the stability he didn't know he needed. Falling for the Captain is a cricket romance fanfic where love arrives fast, family in and out of the background, and two lives meant to stay separate keep choosing each other anyway.

Ishan knew dating his best friend's little sister was not easy, but this, this was purely comical. Shubman was not happy about his best friend dating his little sister at the first place, but for 2 whole years, without his acknowledgement was not something he could let go. "Two... two years?" Shubman's voice was dangerously low, a rumble that promised an impending volcanic eruption. Then, WHAM. His fist connected with Ishan's cheek. Shubman was still trembling, a visible cocktail of rage and hurt. "Two years, Ishan? Behind my back?" Shreya gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide with horror. She took an instinctive step towards Ishan, a silent plea for him. But Shubman's hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly. "Don't," he bit out, his eyes never leaving Ishan's pain-stricken face. (#1- ishankishan April 2025) (#1- abhisheksharma April 2025) #5- ict April 2025) (#3- ict May 2025) (#1- ishankishan May 2025) (#1- abhisheksharma August 2025) (#1 - abhisheksharma January 2026)

Imagine if Virat Kohli had a younger sister... and no one not even Rohit knew about her. Secrets, chaos, and cricket collide when Sehar steps into their world, and suddenly, the calm of the dressing room is a thing of the past. this story is purely fiction..

For years, Nehmat Kohli believed she had finally built the life she once only wished for-a home filled with warmth, the love she quietly longed to reclaim, and a fragile peace with a past that once left her fractured. She and Shubman raised their children together, balancing the weight of his frequent absences with quiet strength. Everything felt settled. She was fine. They were fine. But then, one evening, a simple sentence-spoken without malice-set something off inside her. Nehmat didn't know why, but suddenly, the room felt too small, and her chest tightened. Anger flared inside her, sharp and surprising, spilling out in a burst she hadn't expected. She couldn't stop it. The words she spoke in return were louder than she meant, and in that moment, it was as if everything she had so carefully built began to unravel. It wasn't the words themselves that shook her. It was what they stirred-something buried deep within her, something she had never paid attention to before. A sense of unease, of things being out of place, crept in slowly. The life she thought she knew, the calm she had worked so hard to create, suddenly felt fragile, like it could slip through her fingers at any moment. It wasn't until that moment of anger that Nehmat realized something was wrong-something she had never noticed before. She didn't understand it. She didn't know why it was happening, but now, she couldn't ignore the feeling. Nehmat had faced many challenges in the past, but this was different. This time, she had no idea what she was up against. Trigger Warning: Emotional turmoil

Ziva Singh Dhoni the OG princess of ICT and jaan of her Dada and Mumma............. what if one day ICT come to know that their princess is in love with Army Major..... THIS IS JUST A IMAGINARY STORY......

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 💫 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴. Some people don't enter your life like storms. They arrive like the sky- vast, unbothered, endless. He walked in like the breeze, easy, unhurried, carrying the scent of something familiar. Shreyas Iyer. A cricketer the nation admired, a man who made chaos look calm. He didn't chase the spotlight, it followed him. Not because he demanded attention, but because his presence made silence feel like a song. People often mistook his laid-back smile for indifference, but those who really knew him... knew he was the calm after every storm. She sat quietly, listening-always listening. Not to reply, but to understand. Aarohi Agarwal. A therapist with soft eyes and sharp comebacks. She healed people for a living, but rarely let anyone hold her broken pieces. Empathy was her strength. Boundaries were her armour. She didn't like messes, especially the emotional kind. But she was a beautiful contradiction, sweet and sassy, soft-spoken but never a pushover. She knew what hurt felt like... and more importantly, what healing looked like. Two people, neither looking for anything. One tired of being seen as just a jersey. The other too used to seeing through people. They didn't crash into each other. They collided gently, like constellations crossing paths. Not to complete, but to coexist. Because sometimes, the most unexpected souls find the quietest corners of each other. And sometimes, the cosmos doesn't scream. It whispers.

After a painful breakup with Trisha Kulkarni, Shreyas Iyer's life takes a turn he never expected. The charm, the confidence, the laughter - all lost somewhere between heartbreak and healing. And just when he thought love wasn't meant for him anymore, Vihana Kohli walks in - kind, grounded, and everything he didn't know he needed. She's Virat Kohli's little sister, loved by everyone, and somehow, she finds a way to reach the parts of Shreyas no one else could. Because sometimes, love doesn't happen twice... it just finds its way back - differently. SECOND CHANCE - a story about heartbreak, healing, and finding love when you've stopped believing in it.