✨ "Her Songs, His Silence" ✨ He was the golden boy of Indian cricket. She was the girl whose voice made millions fall in love. Shubman Gill had everything- fame, success, discipline, and a future brighter than stadium lights. But love? Love was never part of his plan. Especially not with someone like Anaya Shetty. The younger sister of Athiya Shetty. A rising singing sensation. Beautiful, talented, and born into fame. To Shubman, she was just another celebrity girl before he even met her. But Anaya carried storms behind her soft smile. Away from cameras and glamorous headlines, she was simply a girl who found comfort in music and peace in silence. She hated being misunderstood. He hated how easily she affected him. And between late-night studio sessions, cricket tours, accidental meetings, hidden jealousy, protective gestures, teasing friendships, and hearts that slowly began to soften... hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Love. Because sometimes the person you misunderstand the most... becomes the person you can no longer live without. ❤️🏏🎶

She walked into the Indian cricket team as just a manager. Calm. Quiet. Untouchable. The kind of person no one questioned twice. But she wasn't just a manager. She was something else entirely-something no one in the team was supposed to know. Not even him. He is the star cricketer of ICT. Famous, reckless, and dangerously confident. The kind of player who never follows rules... especially not hers. From the moment they meet, it's war. Sarcastic comments. Clashing egos. Silent stares that last too long to be just hate. She controls the team with discipline. He tests her patience every single day. But behind her calm eyes, she's hiding secrets that could change everything about the game, the team... and him. And the worst part? The more he tries to figure her out... The more he starts to fall. Because she was never just the manager. And he was never just a distraction. 🏏 In a world of contracts, cricket, and hidden truths... love might be the most dangerous game of all.

She was Punjab's sweetheart - a superstar actress known for films like Qismat, Ardab Mutiyaran, and Puaada. Beautiful, successful, and constantly surrounded by cameras, yet still hopelessly obsessed with simple people and homemade food. He was Shubman Gill - cricket's calm golden boy who had one strict rule: "Never date actresses." She thought cricketers had too much attitude. He thought actresses were all drama. Then destiny decided to laugh... and made them fall for each other anyway.

Simran Two years have slipped through silent nights, Where memories once sweet, now taste of bitter fights. In the quiet corners of her diary, she writes - A baker lost, who cannot turn sorrow into light. Shubman In a shadowed room, with faded pictures in hand, He whispers to promises lost like grains of sand. His heart heavy with guilt, beyond words' domain, Begging for a chance to heal love's deepest pain.

"Would you ever leave me?" I asked. He smiled and replied "Even if I go miles away I would be coming BACK TO YOU" . . . . . . . . It is a flashback of young lady where she experiences the most beautiful moments of her life endowed with happiness, enjoyment and sometimes sadness. She had life saving friends and her love SHUBMAN GILL but still things don't go right way. Check out, why? Completed ✅

​𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ T E R A I S H Q 🕊️ ​[ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ] Isha Kohli knows the cricket world inside out. As the fiercely protected sister of Virat Kohli, she's used to the blinding stadium lights, the media scrutiny, and the heavy weight of a legacy. What she isn't used to? Being pushed into an arrangement with the nation's rising prince, Shubman Gill. He's the Prince of Indian Cricket. She's his idol's sister-and his beautiful complication.🪷 ​A collision of worlds, bound by promises. Isha and Shubman's story begins under the weight of a heavy arrangement: 'Don't get attached.' 'Too late.' A journey of turning a forced beginning into a forever. Welcome to the beautiful mess of them. 🌸 Read at your own risk; hearts will be broken and stolen. 🥀 #1 in Virat (24 may 2024 ) #1 in Isha (5 June 2024 ) #1 in utkarsha (5 June 2024) #1 in rituraj (5 June 2024 ) #1 in lovearranged (23 sep 2024)

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?

She left without a goodbye. He stayed without closure. Years later, Aarohi Mehta returns-not as the girl who once knew him better than anyone, but as the Indian cricket team's new performance analyst. Professional. Composed. Untouchable. Except there's one problem. Shubman Gill never forgot. And he never forgave. Now forced into the same space, every glance feels like a question, every word like a challenge, and every silence heavier than the truth they refuse to face. Because some stories don't end. They just... wait. And when the storm finally breaks- not everything survives.

I didn't expect to see him on the race tracks, dressed in his khakis and Burberry sunglasses. "Ajooni." He called out and I froze at the familiar voice. I couldn't believe my ears as I turned to look at almost 6 feet of swagger walking towards me. "Shubh?" I said, as his lips curled in a smile that took my breath away. "What are you doing here in Delhi?" He said, and I felt like I was in his lawn stepping over his mother's seedlings of coriander all over again. "I... I... was..." I stutter as his smile broadened, the surprise settling in. "Are you nervous?" "I am here because one of their horses had colic and needed emergency surgery." I say taking a deep breath and bringing my wits about to myself. "Yes, you wanted to become a doctor. Congrats, Dr. Ajooni Randhawa." He said, as I smiled. "And you wanted to become a cricketer. Congratulations for that... Mr. Shubman Gill."

she isn't just helping these kids, she's healing them. written by samastika aka blushingbabe this story is complete <3