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

A Shubman Gill fanfiction Cricket was more than a sport in India. It was religion, rhythm, routine. It echoed through living rooms, spilled out of tea stalls, and stopped traffic when a six soared over the boundary. Shubman Gill was its golden boy - calm under pressure, camera-loved, his bat writing headlines before he even spoke. To millions, he was a phenomenon. But fame, as he'd learned, could be loud and lonely. Every cheer came with expectation. Every silence, a judgment. In the game, he found glory. Off the field, he often lost himself. Saisha Arora lived on the opposite end of that spectrum. No cameras. No chaos. Just ancient forts, faded frescoes, and sandstone walls that held secrets older than the game itself. A heritage conservation architect, Saisha believed in preservation - of history, of silence, of self. Where others saw rubble, she saw resilience. She had no time for celebrity culture, viral headlines, or boys with stadiums screaming their name. So when she found herself dragged to a stadium - surrounded by painted faces and cricket hysteria - she didn't expect anything. Certainly not to meet him. But fate has its own timing. And sometimes, love arrives not with grand declarations, but with stolen glances and unexpected collisions. This is the story of two people from opposite worlds - Of match days and monument walks, Of headlines and heritage, Of a chase that had nothing to do with runs - and everything to do with finding someone who made you stop. Because not all love stories begin in the spotlight. Some begin in the silence between the cheers.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction (Crazy timeskips included. Planning to rewrite but not soon) At 26, Shubman Gill is living the dream every cricketer grows up chasing. Captain of the Indian Test and ODI teams. Leading his IPL side. A career at its absolute peak. Everything in his life is planned, controlled, and moving exactly the way it should. Until one unexpected call turns his perfectly structured world upside down. Suddenly, Shubman finds himself responsible for something far bigger than captaincy, trophies, or records - a 15-year-old girl who has just lost the only family she ever had. Arushi Kaur. Aru. She's grieving, guarded, and completely unfamiliar with the fast-paced world Shubman lives in. And he's just as unprepared to step into a role he never imagined for himself. Moving to Mumbai means a new beginning for both of them - new routines, a new school, awkward dinners, quiet conversations, and two strangers trying to figure out how to exist in each other's lives. Between international matches, media chaos, dance practices, family dinners, match rewatches and the slow process of healing, they start learning something neither of them expected. Sometimes family isn't the one you're born into. Sometimes it's the one life places in your hands when you least expect it. And sometimes... even the strongest captain has to learn how to lead at home.

❛ You make ordinary things feel special, you know that? ❜ [ abhisheksharma x femoc! ] [ started on - 14/4/26 ]

Lavana Sharma never expected to meet him-let alone work with him, photograph him, or find herself standing in the same world he ruled effortlessly. He was a national cricket star, her long-time celebrity crush, a name she had only ever seen on screens, in stadium roars, and fleeting reels she never thought would become real life. Until they did. What begins as chance soon turns into collision-between work and wonder, professionalism and something far more personal. As she supports her younger brother's rising cricket career and finds herself repeatedly pulled into the orbit of the same man she once admired from afar, lines begin to blur in ways neither of them anticipates. Shreyas Iyer is disciplined, focused, rebuilding himself as a senior player determined to reclaim his place and prove his worth. She is chaos wrapped in warmth, emotional yet grounding, balancing family responsibilities, ambition, and a life that never slows down. What he doesn't know is that not only is she his junior's sister, but she has also been in his world longer than he has been in hers. The attraction is instant. The pull is undeniable. And somewhere between family ties, professional pressures, and a life constantly under public gaze, he becomes her calm-and she becomes the stability he didn't know he needed. Falling for the Captain is a cricket romance fanfic where love arrives fast, family in and out of the background, and two lives meant to stay separate keep choosing each other anyway.