Mira Anand was supposed to work for the Indian cricket team. Not become the distraction inside it. At twenty-four, the SRCC and IIM graduate enters the world of Indian cricket as the youngest analyst in the BCCI's performance strategy unit-armed with data models, sharp instincts, and absolutely no interest in fame, cricketers, or complicated emotions. Then she meets them. Shubman Gill-Indian cricket's polished golden boy, effortless charm, and the kind of man people already expect her to fall for. And Abhishek Sharma- reckless, intense, impossible to ignore. The opener who starts looking for her in team meetings. In hotel lobbies. In every stadium crowd. What begins with casual conversations and lingering glances slowly turns into late-night calls, secret moments between tours, viral photographs, media speculation, and a relationship neither of them is ready to name. Because falling for India's most watched cricketer was never part of Mira's plan. Especially not when the entire country is waiting to figure them out first

[The Crush Ship, Previously known as Midnight Rain.] 🌸 The Crush Ship: When hearts collide, someone's bound to sink. Siya Kapoor: I spend my days fixing minds that are too tangled to breathe... But no one ever taught me how to fix my own. Love? It was never supposed to be my case study. And yet, here I am, trapped between what I always wanted and what I never saw coming. Shubman Gill: They say fame gives you everything. But sometimes, it just makes you forget what really matters. Until one day, a familiar face reminds you of who you used to be, and who you still could be. Abhishek Sharma: I've always been the easy one, the one who turns silence into jokes, pain into laughter. But what happens when the one person who makes you feel seen... starts looking at someone else? Three hearts. Two choices. One ship that's bound to sail through storms of love, friendship, and everything in between. Because sometimes, the crush you can't let go of... is the one that changes everything.

𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫 was once the prodigy everyone talked about-the girl who could've rewritten women's cricket. But one injury was enough to end her dreams before they even began. Now, she hides her broken passion behind data, strategies, and numbers as a team analyst. 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 never knew her story. To him, she was just the sharp, confident analyst who always had the right answers. Until one late-night conversation revealed the truth. Now, India's rising star is determined to show her that the game didn't define her worth and maybe, just maybe, he can give her the love and respect someone never did. But with his career on fire and her past still haunting her, their connection might be the biggest risk either of them has ever taken.

An arranged marriage was never part of their plan. Nitish Kumar Reddy lives a fast-paced life filled with cricket, pressure, expectations, and constant public attention. Quiet, reserved, and emotionally guarded, he has no interest in love beyond responsibility. Sameera Reddy is independent, warm, and used to a completely different world of cameras, films, and media scrutiny. Marriage was supposed to be simple for her - not something that would change her entire life. But when their families arrange a match between them, two strangers are suddenly pushed into the same world. What starts with awkward conversations, careful smiles, and uncomfortable silences slowly turns into something softer... something real. Between chaotic family dinners, Telugu traditions, cricket tours, media attention, emotional misunderstandings, balcony conversations, festivals, laughter, and quiet late-night talks, Nitish and Sameera begin building a love story neither of them expected. Not loud. Not perfect. Just honest. A slow-burn arranged marriage romance about finding comfort in the most unexpected person... and turning a house into a home.

"Some chase centuries, others chase hearts- both come with their own prices" When two promising cricketers fall for the same girl, all we can expect is chaos and maybe a little bit of heartbreak, or maybe a lot (I'm not telling yet)

Two years ago, in a stadium roaring with chants and flashing lights, 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶 stood up... and booed 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗮 after a disastrous spell. Her best friend captured the moment. Posted it on Twitter with a savage caption. It went viral overnight. Memes. Trolls. Edits. The world laughed. But Harshit remembered her face. Now, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Fresh out of college, Kavya lands a job in the PR department of Harshit's IPL team - determined to build a career and bury the most embarrassing moment of her life. She convinces herself he won't remember. At first, he doesn't. Until one heated argument. One accidental slip. And suddenly, the past crashes into the present. "𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯?" he smirks. The teasing starts. Public digs. Private jokes. Relentless banter. But somewhere between sarcastic comments and stolen late-night conversations, the lines begin to blur. The cricket star and his former troll find comfort in each other. Soft confessions replace sharp words. And what started as revenge begins to feel dangerously real. There's just one problem. She isn't only the girl who booed him. She's also his best friend's ex. A truth she's desperately hiding. Because in a world of flashing cameras and fragile reputations, some secrets don't just break hearts - they end careers. And this time, going viral might cost her everything.

What begins as an unwanted interruption on a quiet train turns into something neither of them can step away from. Ishrat wanted distance-from work, from attention, from the noise that followed her. Instead, she meets Abhishek in the most ordinary of moments. A familiar voice. A shared glance. A handshake meant to end an awkward pause. It doesn't. From that moment, emotions unravel, chaos follows, and lives begin to fold into each other in ways neither of them could have planned. Whatever it becomes-beautiful or difficult-it lasts. Because some connections, once made, don't loosen their grip. Disclaimer: This story contains scenes and content that may include mature themes, party settings, and behaviors that might not be suitable for all audiences. All events are fictional and intended for narrative purposes

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.

One camera pan. One paused heartbeat. One glance that lingered longer than the over. Some moments aren't played on the pitch, but they still win you the match. SHUBMAN GILL x FEM!OC by: 𝘀𝘁4𝗿𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘆𝘆 ⋆. 2026