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 1 in #ipl on 24th May , 2026 1 in #shub on 1st June , 2026 1 in #aditihundia on 3rd June , 2026 1 in #gujarattitans on 22nd Aug , 2026

Shubman: (his voice dark with possessiveness, gripping her waist as he pulls her closer) "You think you can play games with me, Elara? Letting other men get too close?" Elara: (her breath shaky, trying to mask her vulnerability, but her voice soft) "What are you going to do about it, Gilly? You think I'm yours?" Shubman: (his eyes darken as his grip tightens, pulling her back against his chest, his lips brushing her ear) "I don't just think you're mine, Elara. I know it. And I'll make sure you know it too." (His lips trail down her neck as he pulls her tighter, the weight of his presence overwhelming her.) Elara: (a shiver runs through her as she melts into him, her hands resting against his chest, voice barely above a whisper) "Do what you have to... I'm not fighting you, Shubman." Shubman: (his hand slides down her body, the air between them charged with tension, his voice low and commanding) "Good girl. You're going to feel every second of it... and you'll never forget who owns you." (He leans in, kissing her with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.)

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Shubman: (his grip tightens around her waist, his voice low and edged with jealousy) "You looked real comfortable in his arms, sweetheart." Nvya: (swallowing, her hands pressing against his chest, eyes searching his face) "Shubman, he's my friend." Shubman: (a dark chuckle, his fingers trailing up to tilt her chin, forcing her to look at him) "Really? Just a friend?" (voice dropping to a whisper) "Tell me, what's your name?" Nvya: (hesitating) "Nvya Sharma..." Shubman: (his grip tightens, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a dangerous growl) "Wrong. You are Nvya Shubman Gill now." (his fingers skim down her spine, claiming her with every touch) "And I don't share, sweetheart. No man puts his hands on what's mine." (his voice darkens, deadly and soft) "Because if they do, they won't have hands for much longer." Nvya: (her breath catches, her pulse hammering, unable to look away from the raw possession in his eyes, her voice trembling) "Shubman..." Shubman: (his smirk is slow, wicked, his fingers tracing her lips before tilting her chin up, voice husky and commanding) "Say it, love. Say who you belong to." Nvya: (whispering, surrendering, her voice soft but certain) "I belong to you... Shubman Gill." Shubman: (his satisfaction evident as he leans in, his lips brushing hers in a possessive promise) "That's my good girl." .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Shubman Gill was a man feared by many-a ruthless CEO who ruled with power, dominance, and absolute control. But for all his brutality, there was one thing that turned the cold-blooded businessman into something dangerously soft-Nvya Sharma. His sweet, innocent obsession. She was never meant for his dark world, but Shubman didn't ask-he took. Now, as Nvya Shubman Gill, she belonged to him, and he would destroy anyone who dared to forget it. Because the man everyone feared? He was nothing but a lovesick, possessive husband.