A chaotic love story between a star cricketer and his unexpected manager. He thought she'd be easy to charm. What began as a bet spiraled into emotions he never saw coming. Stay tuned to see how boundaries blur, sparks fly, and nothing goes as planned.

❝𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘖𝘙... 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥

❛ But something happened, I heard him laughing ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2025

Noor Manju Sharma had left India years ago, chasing her dream of working with cricket teams abroad. Independent, confident, and focused, she never expected life to circle back in ways she hadn't imagined. Shubman Gill, the boy who once broke her windows with stray cricket balls, had grown into a cricketer the world cheered for-but to Noor, he was still the same mischievous partner from childhood games. Fate, family, and a new role in the Indian Cricket team bring them face-to-face again. Between childhood memories, cricket matches, and office banter, old friendships turn into something more... but only if they can navigate the past, the present, and the chaos of life in the spotlight. Will they get their second chance... or let it slip away?

❛ cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) ( started: 05 /01/25 ) ( finished : 25 / 06/ 25 ) shubman gill © soupsvault, 2025

When a rising cricketer meets his spirited doctor, sparks fly in unexpected ways. What starts as a routine recovery turns into a connection no one saw coming. Shubman and Myra's story is where banter meets chemistry.

Before he became the Prince of Indian Cricket, before all the trophies and the fame and the money, before he was Shubman Gill-he had been Shubi, her Shubi. Shubman Gill and Nikita Negi's worlds collided when they were twelve... ...And they broke each other's hearts when they were twenty one. As fate brings them together four years later, is all really in the past? {Tropes: childhood friends to lovers, second chance romance}

Hearts shattered and familial bonds strained, the cricketing kingdom found itself in the clutches of guilt and regret. The prince of cricket, on the precipice of losing not just his title but his essence, sat forlorn in an opulent bar's private section. Accompanying him was his steadfast companion, a best friend who witnessed the unravelling of dreams and the erosion of a once-unbreakable spirit. Meanwhile, the king of cricket, his brother-in-law, looked on helplessly, burdened by a crown that now felt hollow. Though still holding the esteemed title, it bore no significance in the absence of his sister, a pillar of unwavering support throughout his cricketing journey. The fractured bonds were a consequence of the choices made, but a glimmer of hope emerged when Virat noticed something peculiar on the wine bottle tightly clutched by Shubman. Could this discovery be their final opportunity to locate his missing sister?

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐚𝐧 thought his heart had already played its final innings the day he met Ruhani. The silent longing, the quiet heartbreak-he carried it all, knowing she was never meant to be his. So, he made peace with watching from the sidelines, believing love had no second chance for him. Then came -𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢 bold, fiery, impossible to ignore. She wasn't gentle. She was a storm. And every time they clashed, sparks flew. What began as banter and bitterness soon turned into lingering glances, stolen moments, and something far more dangerous beneath the surface. In the dead of night, between fights and fevered touches, a new innings began- 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable matches are the ones you never planned to play.