Readd the storyyy!! Konika was never supposed to become the center of their lives. Not after what their father did. Not after the family they lost because of it. But somewhere between grief, resentment, and second chances, Virat, Rahul, and Shubman began loving the little girl they once blamed for everything. Then fate took another mother away from them. And Virat was forced to grow up too soon.

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.

I'll adore you as the drowned person does the sea @ shubman gill x femaleoc! © Cherrive3, 2026 •

"For her brother's honour, she stayed away-unaware she still stirred storms in the eyes she wouldn't meet." DISCLAIMER before BCCI hunts me down - This is fiction. Pure brain masala. I repeat, no cricketer was harmed in the making of this delulu. I love them all (especially the one this is about 👀). This story? It's spicy. It's soft. It's dramatic. It's a full-course meal of emotions, slow burn tension, and morally questionable blushing. Do I know where it's going? No. Do I have vibes and audacity? YES. Support the chaos. Read it. Vote. Share. Manifest. And remember: Keep dreaming. Shubman might not read this. But who knows? Maybe his friend does. 😉

"Sometimes, destiny doesn't knock on your door... it walks into your life when you least expect it." Niya Sharma is a Chartered Accountant living in Mumbai. Independent, ambitious, and hopelessly in love... Not with a person she knows, but with the cricketer she's admired from afar for years. For her, Shubman Gill is simply a dream-someone she cheers for from behind a screen, never expecting their paths to cross. Until one unexpected wedding changes everything. A chance encounter. A forgotten promise. An arranged marriage proposal. One month to know each other. A lifetime waiting to unfold. As two completely different worlds collide, strangers slowly become friends, friends become each other's comfort, and an arranged marriage begins to feel like destiny's favourite decision. But love isn't always easy. Past wounds, misunderstandings, and the weight of expectations threaten to test the bond they're only beginning to build. Will they discover that the strongest partnerships aren't formed on the cricket field... But in the hearts that choose each other every single day? "Some matches are won with centuries. The most beautiful ones are won with love." 🤍

He carried a bat in his hands, she carried rhythm in her feet. He was taught to chase centuries, she was taught to become perfection. His world was loud: stadiums, headlines, expectations. Hers was quieter: temple bells, ghungroos, and quiet stage performances. A rhythm that didn't ask to be seen-only felt. He played for millions who watched. She danced for the few who truly understood. He loved cricket like destiny. She lived Bharatanatyam like devotion. And somewhere between his restless hands and her disciplined steps, fate decided they would meet. He came looking for peace. She had been carrying it in her eyes all along. He stood under floodlights, she stood beneath temple lamps- and somehow, both kinds of worship led them to each other. His hands were made for cricket. Her feet were made for dance. But perhaps, their hearts were always made for the same journey. Because some love stories do not begin with love they begin with timing, with prayers, with destiny quietly saying- not yet... but soon.

shubman gill fanfiction He is Shubman Gill, India's calm and rising cricket star, living a life built on discipline, fame, and silence. She is Aarnika Menon, a vibrant South Indian actress from a powerful film family, whose life is anything but ordinary. What begins as accidental encounters slowly turns into something deeper... something neither of them planned for. But when truth, fame, family pride, and media chaos collide-love is no longer simple. In a world that watches everything they do, will they still choose each other?

✧ ｡⁠.ﾟ ★⁠ "I-I'm sorr-ry shr-ey" she cried ✧ ✧ ✧ ★⁠ " Strip cherry " He camanded ۝ ♪┌⁠(⁠★⁠ｏ⁠☆⁠)⁠┘★⁠✧ "What.?" ⁠◑ ✧ " You were here to apologise weren't you, so let's do the business .?" ★⁠ ★⁠ ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠ ✧

𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗨𝗠 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦... the blue jersey hides more than just their name. 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗦... there are glances, almost-touches, and things left unsaid. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗪... they start chasing something that isn't a trophy. ☄ cover by the talented @kissbunny ☄ blue jersey dreams. ☄ indian cricketers au. ☄ one shot.

He's the undisputed Prince of Indian cricket. She's the youngest writer in the press box. To the public, it's a modern sports romance: a star batsman and the brilliant young journalist. To them, it's a strict six-month contract. But off-the-record, the lines between the script and reality begin to dangerously blur. In a game where reputation is everything, will falling for each other be the ultimate technical error?