enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.

Jungkook is a cold professor who gets married with our beautiful y/n who is also his college student. Will this marriage thrive or result in a bad state? This is just a fictional story for the entertainment purposes of audience. There is no offense and shipping toward the idols in their life. Started: Sep 11, 2023 Ended: Apr 04, 2024

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction The stadium was roaring, alive in the way only an IPL night could be. Lights blazed overhead, chants echoed endlessly, and thousands of voices merged into one electric wave inside Narendra Modi Stadium. And somewhere in that chaos-between flags, jerseys, and flashing cameras-stood Aratrika Shah, screaming at the top of her lungs like nothing else in the world mattered. Because to her, nothing else did. At twenty-three, Aratrika was a final-year fashion design student in Ahmedabad, balancing sketchbooks and deadlines by day, and living, breathing cricket by night. She didn't just watch matches-she felt them. Every run, every wicket, every moment lived in her chest. And when it came to Shubman Gill and Virat Kohli, she didn't hold back-she screamed louder, celebrated harder, like she belonged to the game itself. That night, like always, she had dragged her friends along, insisting cricket wasn't meant to be watched-it was meant to be lived. And when Shubman walked in to bat, her world narrowed down to the pitch. Every ball had her breath caught, every shot had her on edge. Until- A six. Clean. Effortless. Perfect. And Aratrika lost it. She screamed, laughed, completely consumed by the moment-eyes shining, unaware that up on the field, Shubman had glanced at the big screen. And instead of the replay- He saw her. Not the crowd. Not the noise. Just her. The girl who felt the game more than anyone else. And just like that, something shifted. Because in a crowd of thousands- He noticed one. He didn't know her name, didn't know who she was-but he couldn't forget her. And even after she disappeared back into the crowd, the moment stayed. Because now- Shubman Gill was searching. For a girl who had no idea... that she had just become the reason he couldn't look away from the stands anymore.

Amritanjali / Mritanjali is a girl shaped by survival rather than comfort. Her past clings to her like a shadow she never asked for, yet she refuses to let it define the totality of who she is. There is a quiet resilience in her-one that does not announce itself loudly, but reveals itself in the way she endures, observes, and continues to move forward even when the weight of memory threatens to pull her back. She is the youngest sports presenter hired by bcci to shoot genz content of the ict. The ict is family where she is the only girl, hence they care about her a little extra. But one thing everyone soon start noticing is her silence whenever the topic of her family comes up. Shubman, has fallen for her. But is the love story going to be easy, when love is what she least expects to come. TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMES (A warning would be given when those parts come), it contains trauma, childhood abuse, extreme language.

"teko achha lagta hna, when I touch you here" he asked with his fingers circling her clit she bit her lower lip. and exhaled a heavy breath she pushed him away with all her force he stumbled back with a giggle "kyu?? you were enjoying" he said "I wasn't" she said, lied very perfectly she pulled her skirt down! pushing her hair back with her trembling fingers "give me my panty back" she said, he slid his hand inside his pocket "10 crore in cash for this" he said holding it up in the air "abhishek you fucker, give it back I have to go home" she said almost on the verge of tears out of embarrassment "no no--- look at this heeriye, soaked white lacy panty this is a clear proof of how wet you can be whenever I am around you're just bad at accepting" he said "give it back" she said "only on one condition" he said smiling and biting his lip "what?" she asked "let me help you wear it" he said she was stunned "that's not happening, peacefully give it back" she said "Noor? how much time are you gonna take inside" some knocked wildly she panicked "two---two minutes" she said "see! people are waiting come on jaan don't delay let me help you with this" he said "finee" she said! he stepped closer nose brushing her forehead "I would fuck the opposition on the pitch and you on the bed everyday without fail" he said lips brushing her ear now "you cannot be this shameless" she said hands on his chest stopping him from any other sin ahead "ohhh kittycat I can be a monster when it's you and your cunt" he said she pushed him and ran away once her panty was slid up her waist!

I was your mistake -a girl said with tears in her eyes you were my best and the most beautiful mistake of our life baby - her father said ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perfect boys only exist in books - the girl said rolling her eyes Look at my boyfriend - her bestfriend replied She went silent. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- RCB is it? RCB it is. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just realized I am a girl with no social life, love life or a life. FUCK I AM SO LONELY Dive into the journey of Anya Virat Kohli and Shubman gill. let's all fall in love together. Anya, an insecure lonely girl and Shubman, the prince of Indian cricket let's see what routes destiny have set up for them............... From 11th Nov 2024 to 16th Aug 2025

Book 2 of Cricket Romance Series. He belongs to the roar of packed stadiums, to a life measured in runs, records, and restraint. The world calls him flawless, disciplined, untouchable. What they don't see is the man trained to silence everything that isn't victory. She lives on the other side of applause where questions are sharper than cheers and objectivity is survival. She isn't impressed by fame, doesn't soften her words, and never mistakes brilliance for goodness. They meet where admiration is not allowed and attachment is inconvenient. Between matches and interviews, glances linger longer than they should, and conversations cut deeper than either expects. What begins as scrutiny turns into awareness. What feels like control slowly becomes distraction. In a world that rewards focus and punishes feeling, love is not a promise it's a risk. Saiyaan Superstar is not a love story about finding each other. It's about discovering what love costs when success demands everything else.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Janvi Sharma has always been there. Before the fame. Before the jerseys. Before the world learned Shubman Gill's name. She's the girl who showed up when matches ended late, who understood his silences, who fit so naturally into his world that everyone assumed she belonged. Including herself. So when the world finds out he has a girlfriend, Janvi finds out too- through a public post, effortless and unapologetic. Like she never existed at all. Like she was'nt the person who should have known this before everyone. What hurts isn't the girlfriend. It's being the only one who didn't know. Still, Janvi stayed. Because loyalty feels easier than asking questions she's afraid to hear the answers to. Until boundaries appear overnight, rumours turn cruel, and silence replaces protection. And when it matters most, he chooses distance. Then silence. Then a version of the story where she no longer fits. That's when Janvi understood the truth: she wasn't forgotten-she was convenient. So she left. Not broken. Not angry. Just clear. Choosing a future that doesn't require her to keep showing up for someone who stopped choosing her. Because sometimes the deepest betrayal isn't being replaced. It's being taken for granted.

" Wtf is wrong with you, can't you sleep peacefully " " I-Its pain..ning d-down there, I can't...s-sleep " " JUST SLEEP QUIETLY & LET ME ALSO SLEEP OR ELSE I'LL MAKE YOUR P*SSY BLEED AGAIN " - - - - Cringe alert Story contains mature themes & some content can disturb the readers Mention of Violence, Forced s*x, gore, Angst and blood so sensitive readers stay away from this book ‼️ English isn't my first language

*arrange marriage* Marino lucciano(29) is known for being ruthless and cruel. The number 1 Italian Mafia family, is ruled by him. Having Mercy is the only thing he has never done. Feared by everyone, stands the lucciano heir on his claimed throne awaiting to take his revenge. ....... Ayla(22) is studying hard to help her family and finally she got a chance to go to Italy for her further studies. While dreaming of providing for her family, she got betrayed by her own blood. .....________★★★★★________....... What Will happen when she is bounded in a marriage with Marino lucciano? Will she be able to get revenge or will she ever be able to get free from lucciano's? Why would marino want to marry a simple girl like her? ******* ........... *Mature* *Slow burn* *Toxicity* *Dark romance* *Enemies to lovers* *Hate to love* ****** ......... ___________ ***Trigger warning*** If you're uncomfortable in reading about sexual scenes, dark romance,past trauma, murder scenes so please do not read it. ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ •••••••••••••• #1. in age gap. #20. Mafia romance