Abhimanyu Ahuja. The name echoes in stadiums. He is the Punjabi heartthrob and cricket's golden boy. Aisha Patel. Her world is quiet. She is a simple Gujarati girl with simpler dreams in Ahmedabad . They were never supposed to meet. His life is a whirlwind of flashing lights and roaring crowds. Hers is about quiet comforts and routine. So what happens when destiny decides to play a little game? When two completely different worlds collide?

"He's gone and I gotta stay high, all the time, to keep him off my mind." << When he didn't know I existed, I was head over heels for him. I still am. But it's different now. He didn't know me then, but now he does. And, it scares me. He isn't any normal dude. He's Abhishek Sharma, whereas I'm just a normal girl attending college. You really think things will work out for us? >> ** "She's the kind of high, only a deep soul can get attached to." << She thinks things won't work out for us because I'm Abhishek Sharma and she's just a normal girl. What she doesn't see is how much I love her. I'm definitely not letting her get away so easily. >>

A Shubman Gill fanfiction There are some people you never really get over. Not because you still love them-sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. But because what happened between you and them carved something so deep, even time walks around it carefully. For Rhea Merchant, Shubman Gill was that person. They weren't just college sweethearts-they were gravity. He was the rising cricket star with charm, ambition, and the world at his feet. She was the fiercely intelligent psychology major who saw past his fame and into the boy beneath. Their love was built in libraries, whispered during bus rides to outstation matches, and sealed under moonlit rooftops in Delhi. The kind of love people wrote poetry about. Until it broke. Until a scandal exploded that nearly destroyed Shubman's career, and all the evidence pointed to the one person he trusted most: Rhea. She didn't defend herself. He didn't ask twice. Six years passed like strangers walking in opposite directions on a crowded street-close enough to remember, far enough to forget. Now, their paths collide again in South Africa, where Shubman is vice-captain of Team India and Rhea is flown in last-minute as a sports psychologist to manage rising anxiety cases within the squad. They meet in a hotel hallway. A glance. A pause. And then- She walks past like he's air. He doesn't even flinch. But beneath the surface, memories smolder. The silence between them is not absence-it's tension, bruised trust, and unsaid apologies wrapped in ego. As they're forced into shared spaces, media storms, and high-stakes matches, old wounds crack open. Rhea discovers the truth behind the betrayal she never cleared. And Shubman realizes the weight of the silence he never broke. They say time heals everything. But time never healed them. Because what they had wasn't just love. It was almost. Always.

❛ Stolen kisses, pretty lies ❜ ( abhishek sharma & fem!oc ) ( started: 14 /1 /25 ) ( published: 15/ 1 / 25 ) #1 on abhisheksharma on september 9, 2025 abhishek sharma © soupsvault , 2025

When a cricketer who doesn't believe in love met an event manager who is also a cricket lover(ro-ko paglu) big fan of Rohit and virat and of course because of them she loves cricket.. For more things to know read the story..

They say time heals all wounds - but what if time only sharpens the pain? Aradhya Kohli, 25, is fierce, savage, and unapologetically real - a woman who doesn't bow down to anyone. After four years of heartbreak and distance, she's back in Mumbai, armed with a degree from London and a prestigious job as the new team physiotherapist for BCCI. What she didn't expect? Him. Shubman Gill - now 26, India's cricket heartthrob, known for his aggressive batting style and even more aggressive personality. Possessive, grumpy, with anger issues as intense as his passion for the game - and the one woman he could never forget. They were each other's everything once. Until long-distance, misunderstandings, and unspoken words tore them apart. Now, thrown together by fate and a shared past they pretend to hate, sparks are ready to fly - the fiery kind. But buried beneath the cold stares, sarcastic jabs, and unresolved tension... is a love that never really left. Because some stories never end - they just wait for the right time to begin again.

Shubhman Gill fanfiction In a world where cricket stadiums and film sets rarely collide, two stars from different galaxies are pulled into the same orbit. Shubman Gill, India's golden boy of cricket, has spent his life under stadium floodlights, his bat doing most of the talking. Known for his calm demeanor and calculated moves on and off the field, he has never chased the spotlight beyond the boundary line-until now. Aaranya Mehra, Bollywood's most enigmatic actress, built her career on silence as much as stardom. With selective roles, rare interviews, and a gaze that speaks more than her scripts, she is the heartbeat of the film industry-but fiercely guarded and famously difficult to approach. When a luxury European headphone brand launches in India, fate scripts an unlikely collaboration. Tasked with embodying the essence of sound, connection, and unspoken rhythm, Shubman and Aaranya are chosen to be the face of the campaign: Wavelengths. Neither expects anything beyond a few camera flashes and a brand cheque. But what begins as a manufactured moment of chemistry soon blurs into something far more real. Between shared headphones, private playlists, and conversations they didn't see coming, they begin to uncover a connection that doesn't need words-just music. In a world obsessed with headlines, can two people find something real in the silence between the noise?