╰┈➤ 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.

"𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞", 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the high-octane world of international crime, there is no boundary the "New York Angel" won't cross. After a devastating betrayal, FBI Director Serena Singhania fled to Mumbai, hoping the vastness of the ocean and the protection of her father's empire would shield her from the man she loved, and feared. But Shubman Gill doesn't accept resignation. He spent two years turning the world upside down to find his missing piece, and now that he's cornered her in her own palace, the negotiation is over. The reclamation has begun. The air between them is a combustible mix of refined luxury and raw, aggressive hunger. Shubman's obsession is a physical weight, a dominant energy that demands total surrender. "You can dress in silk and diamonds, Serena, but we both know what's underneath," he growls, his large hands pinning her wrists against the cold marble as he looms over her. "You are the only contract I ever signed in blood, and I'm here to collect."

❛ I've loved you three summers now, honey. ❜ [Shubman Gill x fem!oc] [Childhood best friends to lovers] PoeticScribbles 2026 💌 #1- Abhishek Sharma on 7th April 2026

❛ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, he was just supposed to tutor her, but plans don't go as planned. ❜ ( shubman gill & fem!oc ) university au written by soup, shubman gill © taylrsdaughter, 2026

Some stories are written before they are lived. She wrote his name in quiet pages, in years they had already shared in passing. They knew each other- in conversations, in fleeting smiles, in stadium lights and familiar names. And somewhere in between, she wrote him anonymous letters words she thought he would never read, yet somehow... lived by. They kept him grounded, through innings, through noise, through everything he became. But he never knew she was the one behind them. Until one day he finally reads every page, and realizes... the strength he carried, the calm he never questioned, the version of himself he grew into had always been written by her.

"To the girl who took my six like a queen-Stay strong, always! - S G." ©️nocturnefable 2025 Short chapters but feelings

• He never cared about a fangirl he met three years ago, he didn't even remember, but for her? the moment stayed like a forever. Shubman Gill - India's rising cricket sensation, never ever imagined his life to take a turn, in the worst way possible... Paths crossing with the same girl again, but the situation? entirely different! And for Miraya, the journey became a war with her inner conflicts and the journey of hatred, she never thought her heart will produce for him. And this time the meeting was not as an idol and a fangirl, this time they were victims.! The hearts were hacked, the way neither of them imagined....! ~This is pure work of fiction, everything belongs to my imaginary world. The images in the cover page and in the book are not mine, they belong to their respective owners. Thank you.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction The stadium was roaring, alive in the way only an IPL night could be. Lights blazed overhead, chants echoed endlessly, and thousands of voices merged into one electric wave inside Narendra Modi Stadium. And somewhere in that chaos-between flags, jerseys, and flashing cameras-stood Aratrika Shah, screaming at the top of her lungs like nothing else in the world mattered. Because to her, nothing else did. At twenty-three, Aratrika was a final-year fashion design student in Ahmedabad, balancing sketchbooks and deadlines by day, and living, breathing cricket by night. She didn't just watch matches-she felt them. Every run, every wicket, every moment lived in her chest. And when it came to Shubman Gill and Virat Kohli, she didn't hold back-she screamed louder, celebrated harder, like she belonged to the game itself. That night, like always, she had dragged her friends along, insisting cricket wasn't meant to be watched-it was meant to be lived. And when Shubman walked in to bat, her world narrowed down to the pitch. Every ball had her breath caught, every shot had her on edge. Until- A six. Clean. Effortless. Perfect. And Aratrika lost it. She screamed, laughed, completely consumed by the moment-eyes shining, unaware that up on the field, Shubman had glanced at the big screen. And instead of the replay- He saw her. Not the crowd. Not the noise. Just her. The girl who felt the game more than anyone else. And just like that, something shifted. Because in a crowd of thousands- He noticed one. He didn't know her name, didn't know who she was-but he couldn't forget her. And even after she disappeared back into the crowd, the moment stayed. Because now- Shubman Gill was searching. For a girl who had no idea... that she had just become the reason he couldn't look away from the stands anymore.

Shubman gill , The Prince of Indian cricket , total charmer with his dimples and well built body . Punjab da munda. Amayra Sharma , a sweet cute bubbly girl who is a simple working woman focusing on her dreams . What happens when they r tied into an arranged marriage with each other . Will love spark between them or will it ruin their lives ? 1 in #hardikpandya on 28th April, 2026 1 in #ipl on 13th May, 2026

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.