[SLOW UPDATES] 𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

The story between ordinary girl and Star cricketer & captain Shubman Gill and Dhara Sharma. Her life was quit, he was a stadium roar. Now, they are secretly, legally, at war..... She didn't want the fame, he didn't want the wife.... That's the fantastic premises!!!.... A forced, secret marriage which fueled by pure hate, offers so much drama and tension and zero expectations. "It's just a cricket, dhara. Its not life or death." He whisper to her. "It is when you're the one batting," she whisper back. Please read, vote, comment and share this incredible story.... Story must be contain mature scene, harsh words so enjoy it. Mione🎀

"I had to choose between my empire, which I built with years of struggle, and you," he said, his voice low and husky "I meant it when I said that nothing in this world matters to me as you do, Sweetheart," Atharva continued, his gaze burning with intensity. "The money I lost can be earned again; my empire, which fell, can be rebuilt. But losing you? That's a risk I couldn't take." ~ Priya Sharma, a 23-year-old architect student and a waitress at a renowned cafe in India, lives a simple life. Her world turns upside down when she meets Atharva Singhania, the infamous billionaire and owner of multiple luxury hotels, clubs, and architectural firms. Atharva, the Famous Indian bachelor from New York, is known for his ruthless business tactics and unyielding determination. His brother, Kabir Singhania, is a notorious playboy, but Atharva's focus lies elsewhere - expanding his empire. During a visit to India to oversee his business ventures, Atharva encounters Priya, a feisty waitress who intentionally adds sugar to his black coffee. This carefree act sparks his interest, and he becomes fixated on her. She became his Obsession. Priya soon discovers that Atharva's reputation precedes him: "What Atharva Singhania wants, he gets, by hook or by crook." As he pursues her, Priya must navigate the challenges of being in the spotlight and the thrall of the country's most powerful billionaire. Will Priya succumb to Atharva's charms, or will she stand her ground against the force of his determination? ~ Peep in to know more :) {#1 of The Billionaires series} . . . I know a bad description, but will edit later since I'm too lazy to write a proper one.... And give this story a chance... Need a heavy editing once the book is completed Don't judge a book by it's cover 💀🔪👀

"You call me your safe heaven, Sunflower. You think I hold your hand because I'm a good friend. I hold it because the second you step out of my sight, the static in my head gets so loud I have to butcher someone just to make it stop. You are the only quiet thing in my mind. If you ever try to leave me in the dark, I will drown this entire fucking city in so much blood you'll have no choice but to slip right back into my arms." - Landon Ashford To Hazel Bloom, Landon Ashford is a saint. He is her safe haven, her best friend, and Ardencrest's flawless Golden Prince. She has absolutely no idea she is holding the leash to a psychopath. Behind his polite smiles, Landon is a feral predator biologically tethered to her presence. Hazel thinks her bullies simply leave campus; she doesn't know Landon is slaughtering them in the alleyways. She thinks he's just fiercely protective; she doesn't know he hacks her vitals to listen to her heartbeat just to survive the night. Landon has orchestrated a flawless, blood-soaked illusion so her gentle heart never has to touch the dark. But when the mask inevitably slips, Hazel will realize her sanctuary is a cage. He isn't hiding her from the monsters. He is the monster. And he is on his knees for her. "The Golden Prince | 18+" is the second book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.{Can be read as a standlone}

Abhishek Sharma the rising star in the galaxy of Indian Cricket. Got selected for the Champions Trophy League 2024 , and had to travel to Dubai as the matches of India are going to held in Dubai. There his eyes got stuck on a beautiful girl, lives in Dubai. Will the sudden encounter be the begining of a new chapter?? The story of a Bengali girl lives in Dubai, have big dreams in her eyes. MISHIKA SEN ABHISHEKxMISHIKA ABHISHIKA PunjabixBengali *He fell first both fell harder..* * LOVERS TROPE- Friends to lovers * ~Author Preeti 𝓟𓂅ꔛ⋆ǂ ℛഒଘꗃ𓍼 𓍢ִ໋🌷֒✧ ༘ ⋆｡♡

When a cricketer who doesn't believe in love met an event manager who is also a cricket lover(ro-ko paglu) big fan of Rohit and virat and of course because of them she loves cricket.. For more things to know read the story..

Shubhman Gill fanfiction In a world where cricket stadiums and film sets rarely collide, two stars from different galaxies are pulled into the same orbit. Shubman Gill, India's golden boy of cricket, has spent his life under stadium floodlights, his bat doing most of the talking. Known for his calm demeanor and calculated moves on and off the field, he has never chased the spotlight beyond the boundary line-until now. Aaranya Mehra, Bollywood's most enigmatic actress, built her career on silence as much as stardom. With selective roles, rare interviews, and a gaze that speaks more than her scripts, she is the heartbeat of the film industry-but fiercely guarded and famously difficult to approach. When a luxury European headphone brand launches in India, fate scripts an unlikely collaboration. Tasked with embodying the essence of sound, connection, and unspoken rhythm, Shubman and Aaranya are chosen to be the face of the campaign: Wavelengths. Neither expects anything beyond a few camera flashes and a brand cheque. But what begins as a manufactured moment of chemistry soon blurs into something far more real. Between shared headphones, private playlists, and conversations they didn't see coming, they begin to uncover a connection that doesn't need words-just music. In a world obsessed with headlines, can two people find something real in the silence between the noise?

"Everyone wants him - that's my crime. Wrong place, at the right time." What happens when a girl who knows nothing about cricket falls in love with the man the world worships? She doesn't know his records. She doesn't know his name carries stadiums. She doesn't know the weight of the bat in his hands or the expectations on his shoulders. And what happens when Shubman Gill falls for a girl who doesn't recognize him, who sees him - not the headlines, not the fame? When his calm meets her chaos. When silence meets endless questions. When destiny plays its most unexpected shot. What happens when a girl who never cared about cricket receives an offer from the BCCI to become the Indian Cricket Team's main physiotherapist? He is a boy of his bat and his shots. She is a girl of her words and her patience. Wrong place. Right time. Perfectly timed love.

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.

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.