shreyas iyer - a short tempered guy got obsessed with His coach's daughters.

"Hum bade hoke Shaadi krenge na?" "Hn bilkul" "Mai intezaar krti rahi tumhara Shubman! kahan the tum?" "Mai- mai....bhatak gaya tha" "Ye lo isse humesha pehen k rakhna" "Isse kabhi nhi utaarungi" "Kaisi ho tum?" "Aabh yaad aai hai?" Two Childhood Sweethearts, who were ready to marry eachother, Or so they thought. Shubman Gill, The rising star of Indian Cricket Team was busy building his name leaving behind everything he once thought was enough. Ishqi Kaur, A well known wedding planner busy focusing on her life pushing aside the thoughts of that certain small cute dimple smiled guy. What Happens When Shubman and Ishqi reunite in a family function where Ishqi was just supposed to be professional but the past memories and promises keep on distracting her. Shubman on the other hand find a different kind of Solence in her, he always did, but they weren't kids anymore and the mistakes from the past were still unaddressed. Will they give a Second Innings to thier story? #Ishqman. ❤

In the glittering world of professional cricket, amidst the roar of stadiums and the adoration of millions, stands Shubman Gill, the "Prince of Cricket," whose elegance and power on the pitch captivate hearts across nations. But amidst his fame, Shubman finds himself entangled in an arranged marriage, a path that leads him towards uncharted territory. In Chandigarh's bustling streets, Noor Bajwa, a vision of charm and spirit, rejects suitors with determination, all for the sake of her best friend. As fate intertwines their destinies in an arranged marriage, Noor's heart brims with excitement, having rejected countless suitors to find herself drawn to Shubman's dimples. However, Shubman is far from thrilled, feeling his choice disregarded. And in the gilded halls of Raichandani Couture, Ghazal Raichandani, heiress to a fashion empire, schemes to leverage her connection with Shubman for her own ascent to stardom. As ambition intertwines with obsession, Ghazal emerges as a formidable villainess, casting a shadow over all who stand in her way. As the delicate dance of love and fate unfolds, Noor finds herself caught between her dreams and desires, while Shubman grapples with the realization that his wishes have been overlooked. And amidst it all, Ghazal's fury simmers, her hunger for fame driving her to dark lengths. In a world where the rules of the game are not defined by runs scored or wickets taken, but by the delicate dance of love and fate, three lives intersect in a tale of ambition, obsession, and the pursuit of happiness.

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.

A Shubman Gill, Abhishek Sharma & Ishan Kishan fanfiction story. Three best friends. Three women. Three very different kinds of love. They grew up together-through under-19 matches, hotel lobbies, late-night calls, and the kind of friendships that feel like home. What none of them planned for was falling in love... all at once, and all so differently. Shubman finds himself standing on dangerous ground when he starts looking at his childhood best friend differently. Ishita Singhal-quiet, brilliant, and buried deep in her PG (MD) in Cardiothoracic Surgery-has always been his constant. Soft love. Safe love. The kind that scares you because losing it would hurt the most. Abhishek agrees to fake-date his PR media manager to control the headlines. Enter Akriti Verma-sharp-tongued, fiercely professional, and absolutely not someone he's supposed to fall for. But somewhere between staged smiles and unscripted jealousy, he falls first... and pretends he hasn't. Chaotic love. Accidental love. The kind that sneaks up on you. Ishan never expects to fall for someone who sees through fame instead of worshipping it. Reva Agnihotri, a social media journalist, asks the questions no one else dares to-and writes truths that don't come with filters. Their connection is deep, honest, and fragile enough to break under the weight of reality. Emotional love. Painful love. The kind that teaches you when to hold on and when to let go. Set against matches, media storms, hospital corridors, and quiet moments no one sees- this is a story about comfort turning into chaos, chaos into heartbreak, and heartbreak into healing. You'll come for one couple. You'll stay for all three. And you'll leave a little changed.

Shubman Gill gets a text from an unknown number, and soon he is stuck to the person on the other side. A Shubman Gill Fanfiction.

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.

He trusted love once and paid for it with everything. At 22, Shubman was left with a baby in his arms and a silence louder than heartbreak. The woman he loved walked away, leaving behind a responsibility that changed his life forever. Four years later, his world revolves around one little girl... his daughter ..... UNTIL Anaya walks into it. She helps once. Then again. Then becomes impossible to replace. When family pressure turns companionship into marriage, Anaya agrees .. because she was hiding a love she's carried silently for years. But, he gives her only one truth..."You're my wife legally... but in my heart, you're only my daughter's mother." She accepts it Because loving him was never the problem. hiding a love she's carried silently for years. But how long can someone survive being loved for convenience and not choice? Will Shubman ever love Anaya?

helloi ppl! I'm back with another shubman fanfic. yeah if he watch he's gonna think imma crazy. anyways this story is gonna very different very fun and adventurous 👀🌚 in my way obviously. so yeah troupes are agegap forced marriage, arranged marriage! so this time I'm doing reader×shubman for better experience for you guyzz. prologue will be released with character and aesthetics! Xoxo