Tilak Varma doesn't do smiles, interviews, or second chances. He's India's most celebrated - and most impossible - cricketer: brilliant on the pitch, impossible off it. After firing his fourth manager in six months, no one dares to take the job... until Athiya Sharma walks in. Athiya is sunshine personified - optimistic, stubborn, and way too chatty for Tilak's liking. Managing his moods, the media, and his messy reputation was not in her job description, but quitting isn't either. He calls her a distraction. She calls him a challenge. And somewhere between stadium lights, long flights, and late-night press briefings, their hate starts to blur into something dangerously close to longing. But in a world where one photo can ruin a career, falling for her might be the biggest risk Tilak Varma has ever taken.

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Hardik Pandya wasn't looking for love-he had his game, his life, and a world that cheered (and sometimes jeered) for him. Then came Rukmini Sharma. Bollywood's golden girl, a dream wrapped in silk and stardust, with a fire in her eyes that refused to be tamed. Their worlds collided under the flashing lights of a camera, a scripted romance for an ad that left something unsaid, something unfinished. What started as effortless chemistry soon turned into something neither of them had planned for. She was chasing a destiny she built with her own hands. He was a man who never backed down from a challenge. But love? Love was never part of the script. Until it was.

He was never supposed to be mine. Three years older. My best friend's brother. Off-limits in every possible way. But Ansh Raizada wasn't just anyone - He was obsession dressed as charm. Silence wrapped in control. And I wanted him to lose it... for me. I saw the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a child anymore - and I was done playing innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a slow burn set on fire. He says I shouldn't want him. But I already do. And I don't believe in stopping. This time, I'm not waiting to be chosen - I'm claiming him. Rank #3 in Romance on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #3 in India on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #2 in New Adult on 21/03/2026🥈

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

❝𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?❞ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘖𝘙... 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 '𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐟é 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 "𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

The captain's sister finds herself drawn towards the young cricketer. As tensions rises they must decide whether to follow their hearts or obey the rules. Read to find out.

❛Want your two hands on me like my life needs savin' ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2025 ( rank.1. on #shubmangill on 21st june, 2025 ) ( rank.1. on #georgerussell on 7th november, 2025 )

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Mumbai never slept. For some, it was the city of dreams-bright lights, endless traffic, late-night chai at tapris, and a skyline that glittered like a promise. For others, it was a test, demanding grit and patience before it rewarded ambition. For Ira Malhotra, Mumbai was a beginning. A new penthouse, a new independence, and the countdown to her debut fashion collection. She had sketched through sleepless nights, stitched until her fingers ached, and fought self-doubt more than once. Now, the city felt like her runway. For Shubman Gill, Mumbai was just another stop in a life already under the spotlight. His days belonged to cricket, his nights to training, his face to the flashing cameras of the world. Fame followed him everywhere-on the pitch, at airports, in coffee shops. But what it didn't give him was peace. Or normalcy. Two neighbors. Two lives orbiting on opposite ends of chaos and simplicity. Their story didn't begin with a grand entrance, or fate weaving some perfect fairytale. It began with something much smaller- a loud thud at midnight, a furious knock on the door, and a girl who had no idea she was about to yell at India's most talked-about cricketer. The accidental neighbor. The one who would change everything.