The world knows Karan Aujla-his music, his fame, his spotlight. But no one knows me. I've always been the shadow behind the stage, the silent force keeping his empire together. And then came him-Shubman Gill. The cricketer who lives under the brightest lights, adored by millions. He was never supposed to notice someone like me, someone who hides in the silence of closed doors. But fate had other plans. Dubai. The Asia Cup. One event. One meeting. One glance that changed everything. What happens when the girl who was never meant to be seen becomes the only one he can't look away from? And when the man who belongs to the world decides his heart belongs to her? This is their story. Hidden. Forbidden. Unstoppable.

Shubman Gill x OC Dil-e-naadaan tujhe hua kya hai? Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai? {"O naïve heart, what ails you so? What cure is there for this ache, this woe?"}

Shubman Gill fanfiction Story inspiration (JUST THE BEGINNING PLOT) - @svara_muses

Shubman (mocking): "Tum samajhti kya ho apne aap ko, huh? Arrange marriage kam... forced marriage zyada lagti hai tumhare saath." Heer (shutting the laptop calmly): "Oh really? Main toh mari jaa rahi thi na tumse shaadi karne ke liye?" She stood up, now fully facing him, her voice rising just slightly with emotion she tried hard to hide. Heer: "Tum duniya ke liye ho sakte ho Shubman Gill urf Prince. Par mere liye? Sirf ek aisi aadat ho jise main roz jhelti hoon. Kya hai tum mein? Thodi si batting aur kuch attitude." Shubman (stepping closer, irritated): "Toh na jhelo. Tumhare bhai ne toh mujhe god-level pe baitha diya tha. Mahi bhai ka damad banna koi normal baat nahi thi."

They say quiet men are harmless-until you learn what silence is hiding. His life split the night he found truth tangled in his sheets and lies etched into his skin. Blood turned away, doors sealed, memories left to rot where love once lived. The boy who laughed was buried without a funeral. Now a girl who belongs to daylight watches him from the shadows, loving a ghost who doesn't know he's being haunted.

What happens when the younger sister of Smriti Mandhana falls for the Prince of cricket??

Story of Abhishek Sharma And Zaira Gupta Shubman Gill and Sara Tendulkar

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?"

A Shubman Gill fanfiction Cricket was more than a sport in India. It was religion, rhythm, routine. It echoed through living rooms, spilled out of tea stalls, and stopped traffic when a six soared over the boundary. Shubman Gill was its golden boy - calm under pressure, camera-loved, his bat writing headlines before he even spoke. To millions, he was a phenomenon. But fame, as he'd learned, could be loud and lonely. Every cheer came with expectation. Every silence, a judgment. In the game, he found glory. Off the field, he often lost himself. Saisha Arora lived on the opposite end of that spectrum. No cameras. No chaos. Just ancient forts, faded frescoes, and sandstone walls that held secrets older than the game itself. A heritage conservation architect, Saisha believed in preservation - of history, of silence, of self. Where others saw rubble, she saw resilience. She had no time for celebrity culture, viral headlines, or boys with stadiums screaming their name. So when she found herself dragged to a stadium - surrounded by painted faces and cricket hysteria - she didn't expect anything. Certainly not to meet him. But fate has its own timing. And sometimes, love arrives not with grand declarations, but with stolen glances and unexpected collisions. This is the story of two people from opposite worlds - Of match days and monument walks, Of headlines and heritage, Of a chase that had nothing to do with runs - and everything to do with finding someone who made you stop. Because not all love stories begin in the spotlight. Some begin in the silence between the cheers.

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🌟 𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. Some stories don't begin with thunder. They begin quietly, like sunlight slipping through half drawn curtains. He was the boy with a bat who turned into a man with a nation on his shoulders. Shubman Gill. A name the crowd screamed, a face cameras loved. To the world, he was effortless charm, all smiles and sunshine. But behind the headlines and scoreboards, he was just a young man carrying the weight of expectations that sometimes felt heavier than his bat. Success had kissed his forehead once, but lately, the applause had turned into murmurs. And even sunshine can flicker when clouds linger too long. She was the kind of chaos that didn't apologize for existing. Sharanya De Luca. Half Indian, half Italian, wholly unapologetic. A girl who grew up with too much freedom and just enough rebellion. She had money, she had choices, but what she craved most was freedom from being told who she was supposed to be. So she chose to wander, to guide strangers through her beloved Italy, telling stories about ruins and rivers, while secretly searching for her own. He wasn't looking for healing. She wasn't looking for love. But destiny has its own sense of humor. And sometimes, when chaos meets a little less chaos, when sunshine collides with sunshine, the world doesn't burn. It glows. Because some souls don't ask for distance, they ask for closeness. For that needed nearness that feels less like a choice... and more like fate.