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.

Kiara Agnihotri, the only daughter of one of India's most influential political families, is caught in the whirlwind of a media-fueled arranged marriage to Shubman Gill, the rising star of Indian cricket. Despite coming from two entirely different worlds, their families are determined to bring them together, trusting that fate will take its course. While the couple has barely interacted before their engagement is exposed to the public, they must now navigate the spotlight, their contrasting lives, and the growing bond between them. With the weight of tradition and expectation on their shoulders, Kiara and Shubman begin their journey as strangers, learning the true meaning of love, loyalty, and trust in a world where everything seems preordained. Will their love story bloom from the roots of duty and destiny, or will the pressure of their public lives break them apart? An arranged marriage, a media circus, and a love story waiting to unfold...

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Mumbai never slept. For some, it was the city of dreams-bright lights, endless traffic, late-night chai at tapris, and a skyline that glittered like a promise. For others, it was a test, demanding grit and patience before it rewarded ambition. For Ira Malhotra, Mumbai was a beginning. A new penthouse, a new independence, and the countdown to her debut fashion collection. She had sketched through sleepless nights, stitched until her fingers ached, and fought self-doubt more than once. Now, the city felt like her runway. For Shubman Gill, Mumbai was just another stop in a life already under the spotlight. His days belonged to cricket, his nights to training, his face to the flashing cameras of the world. Fame followed him everywhere-on the pitch, at airports, in coffee shops. But what it didn't give him was peace. Or normalcy. Two neighbors. Two lives orbiting on opposite ends of chaos and simplicity. Their story didn't begin with a grand entrance, or fate weaving some perfect fairytale. It began with something much smaller- a loud thud at midnight, a furious knock on the door, and a girl who had no idea she was about to yell at India's most talked-about cricketer. The accidental neighbor. The one who would change everything.

A Fanfiction Story based From Somewhere Between Maybe and Forever They grew up watching their parents become legends. Stadium corridors were their playgrounds, post-match celebrations were normal dinners, and cricket was never just a game-it was part of who they were. Viren and Niharika Gill. Aryan and Rishita Kishan. Akaay and Vamika Kohli. Samira Sharma. Rihaan and Ridhaan Sharma. The children of India's most iconic cricketers. Different personalities. Different dreams. Same legacy. But carrying famous surnames comes with expectations, comparisons, pressure, and a world that's always watching their every move. As friendships deepen, rivalries grow, and emotions get complicated, they must decide who they want to be-beyond their parents' shadows. Because the world may know them as their parents' children. But soon... they'll know them as the future of cricket

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction He's India's golden boy of cricket. She's chasing a name of her own in sports media. Neither of them believes in this kind of love story. Fresh off an international series in London, Shubman Gill wants nothing except peace, practice, and distance from unnecessary emotions. Marriage? Not on his list. Not now. Maybe not ever. Until his mother says one sentence he can't escape: "Just meet her once, for me. If you don't like her I'll not force you again." A family friend's daughter. Smart. Independent. Beautiful. One meeting. No expectations. Rutvi Mathur has just returned from the USA-career finally taking flight, applications sent to top sports channels, dreams bigger than ever. A poised media presenter, a die-hard cricket lover (with an unapologetic soft spot for Virat Kohli), and absolutely not someone who planned on marrying young. But her mother insists. A proposal has come. The boy is a superstar. Surely she knows him. Rutvi agrees-only to think about it. Only to meet him. --- Two people pressured into a meeting they don't believe in. Two lives built on ambition, discipline, and distance. One conversation that was supposed to end politely... and be forgotten. But some meetings don't end when you walk away. Between shared silences, honest conversations, and a comfort neither of them expected-lines begin to blur. Feelings grow quietly. Slowly. Dangerously. Because what happens when just one meeting starts to feel like home? A slow-burn arranged-marriage story where love doesn't rush in- it waits, lingers, and changes everything.

A Shubman Gill, Abhishek Sharma & Ishan Kishan fanfiction story. Three best friends. Three women. Three very different kinds of love. They grew up together-through under-19 matches, hotel lobbies, late-night calls, and the kind of friendships that feel like home. What none of them planned for was falling in love... all at once, and all so differently. Shubman finds himself standing on dangerous ground when he starts looking at his childhood best friend differently. Ishita Singhal-quiet, brilliant, and buried deep in her PG (MD) in Cardiothoracic Surgery-has always been his constant. Soft love. Safe love. The kind that scares you because losing it would hurt the most. Abhishek agrees to fake-date his PR media manager to control the headlines. Enter Akriti Verma-sharp-tongued, fiercely professional, and absolutely not someone he's supposed to fall for. But somewhere between staged smiles and unscripted jealousy, he falls first... and pretends he hasn't. Chaotic love. Accidental love. The kind that sneaks up on you. Ishan never expects to fall for someone who sees through fame instead of worshipping it. Reva Agnihotri, a social media journalist, asks the questions no one else dares to-and writes truths that don't come with filters. Their connection is deep, honest, and fragile enough to break under the weight of reality. Emotional love. Painful love. The kind that teaches you when to hold on and when to let go. Set against matches, media storms, hospital corridors, and quiet moments no one sees- this is a story about comfort turning into chaos, chaos into heartbreak, and heartbreak into healing. You'll come for one couple. You'll stay for all three. And you'll leave a little changed.

They promised to never forget each other. But life, fame, and oceans of silence have a cruel way of making people strangers. Arunika Goyal left Fazilka with a full scholarship to one of America's top medical schools. Focused, brilliant, and emotionally guarded, she rose to become a respected trauma surgeon - known more for her skill with a scalpel than for soft sentiments. Shubman Gill, meanwhile, stayed. And soared. From dusty school grounds to international stadiums, he became India's cricketing star. But behind the fame and spotlight, there was always one unanswered question, one person who disappeared without goodbye. Eight years later, fate - and a freak injury - bring them back into the same orbit in Mumbai. She's assigned to the BCCI's elite sports medicine team for a six-month research collaboration. He's the star patient - and the one ghost from her past she never wanted to face in scrubs and silence. Some wounds don't bleed, but they never quite heal either.

Book 2 of fanfiction series [Sports Romance] Shubman Gill x Akshara Sharma Where she wanted to give chance to relationship for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to get into a relationship. They weren't forced but they weren't happy too. Sometime it takes more time than expected to get the puzzle in its place. But too late is better than never right. Which turn will the life takes when Shubman meets Akshara. Stay tuned and dig in to know- ___________________________________ Hello guys, So here the book 2 of fanfiction series, it's a stand alone book but still if you didn't read 'Oh Bekhabar' yet than do read it as it's a cute yet beautiful love story. If you can't it's fine. For Non fanfiction reader's, you can still read it as a normal fictional book as I have added some ICT members in the story and main male protagonist exist that's why it's fanfiction. #1 in arrengedmarriage out of 38.3k stories on 8th Feb.

In a world where family honor reigns supreme, Shubman is on the brink of fulfilling his dreams-marrying the love of his life, Era. But what happened when she mysteriously vanishes on the day of their wedding? everything changes. To protect their family's reputation, Someone steps in to marry him, a twist of fate that Shubman never saw coming. As Shubman grapples with the betrayal and confusion, he remains blissfully unaware of the true identity of the person "behind the veil". Will this unexpected union lead to healing, or will it ignite a fire of hatred that consumes them all? Secrets lurk in the shadows, and as the layers of deception unfold, Shubman must confront the reality of his situation. In "Behind the Veil," nothing is as it seems, and the bonds of family may prove to be both a blessing and a curse. Will love triumph over betrayal, or will the weight of hidden truths shatter their world forever?

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.