Five years ago, she chose love. When he had nothing, she stayed. Through the uncertainty, the struggle, the dreams that felt too big for reality-she was there. He promised her forever. Promised her a life where love would always come first. But when the moment came, he chose his career. And she was left behind. At eighteen, heartbroken and alone, she discovered she was carrying his child. A truth she could never tell him-because he had already erased her from his life. Blocked. Forgotten. Replaced by fame, success, and a world where she no longer existed. So she left. A new country. A new life. And a daughter who became her entire world. Five years later, in Los Angeles, she's built something strong from the pieces he left behind. Her daughter, Myra-bright, curious, and full of life-loves cricket, unknowingly cheering for the very man who broke her mother's heart. A match. A stadium full of noise. India vs New Zealand. And then... him. Standing on the pitch as India's opening batsman, living the dream he once chose over her. Their eyes meet after years. He sees a stranger. She sees the man who once promised her everything. And between them stands a little girl... who doesn't know the truth. Some love stories don't end. They wait. The question is- When fate brings them face to face again, will it be closure... or a second chance?

For him, family is everything For her, the nation is her first priority. He played for the nation but lived for the people waiting for him at home. She served the nation, even when it meant becoming a stranger to her own. "Kaam itna zaruri hai ki ghar vaalo ko chhod dogi?" The question isn't accusatory. It's curious. Almost afraid. And for the first time, Naina doesn't have an answer that sounds like the truth.

"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. 😉

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction (Crazy timeskips included. Planning to rewrite but not soon) At 26, Shubman Gill is living the dream every cricketer grows up chasing. Captain of the Indian Test and ODI teams. Leading his IPL side. A career at its absolute peak. Everything in his life is planned, controlled, and moving exactly the way it should. Until one unexpected call turns his perfectly structured world upside down. Suddenly, Shubman finds himself responsible for something far bigger than captaincy, trophies, or records - a 15-year-old girl who has just lost the only family she ever had. Arushi Kaur. Aru. She's grieving, guarded, and completely unfamiliar with the fast-paced world Shubman lives in. And he's just as unprepared to step into a role he never imagined for himself. Moving to Mumbai means a new beginning for both of them - new routines, a new school, awkward dinners, quiet conversations, and two strangers trying to figure out how to exist in each other's lives. Between international matches, media chaos, dance practices, family dinners, match rewatches and the slow process of healing, they start learning something neither of them expected. Sometimes family isn't the one you're born into. Sometimes it's the one life places in your hands when you least expect it. And sometimes... even the strongest captain has to learn how to lead at home.

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.

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."