🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

Marauder Era smut with plot *mature chapters have been marked as (M)*

Six years ago, Shubman made a mistake so big, it cost him the girl he thought he'd spend forever with. Since then, he's been busy chasing his cricket dreams, but deep down, something's always been missing. Just when he's convinced that chapter of his life is closed for good, fate throws him an unexpected curveball. Suddenly, he's got one chance to win her back. The only problem? There's a five-year-old firecracker in the mix, and things are about to get a whole lot more complicated.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Mumbai never slept. For some, it was the city of dreams-bright lights, endless traffic, late-night chai at tapris, and a skyline that glittered like a promise. For others, it was a test, demanding grit and patience before it rewarded ambition. For Ira Malhotra, Mumbai was a beginning. A new penthouse, a new independence, and the countdown to her debut fashion collection. She had sketched through sleepless nights, stitched until her fingers ached, and fought self-doubt more than once. Now, the city felt like her runway. For Shubman Gill, Mumbai was just another stop in a life already under the spotlight. His days belonged to cricket, his nights to training, his face to the flashing cameras of the world. Fame followed him everywhere-on the pitch, at airports, in coffee shops. But what it didn't give him was peace. Or normalcy. Two neighbors. Two lives orbiting on opposite ends of chaos and simplicity. Their story didn't begin with a grand entrance, or fate weaving some perfect fairytale. It began with something much smaller- a loud thud at midnight, a furious knock on the door, and a girl who had no idea she was about to yell at India's most talked-about cricketer. The accidental neighbor. The one who would change everything.

Advika Arora returns to India, rekindling childhood bonds with cricket stars Shubman Gill and Abhishek Sharma. Once sunny memories now meet Abhishek's stormy demeanor, as Adi becomes his unlikely manager. Amidst IPL frenzy, a twist of fate proposes an unexpected fake dating between the grumpy cricketer and the ever-optimistic lawyer. As they navigate the cricketing world, media buzz, and family expectations, sparks fly in unexpected ways, forging a partnership as powerful as a winning cricket match. It's going to be a grumpy x sunshine and of course our favourite rohika❤️😭 type, the cricketer x manager story💗 Fake dating trope aswell😭

*ૢ. ┊ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑼𝑺 ੈ✩ [ 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚕 ] ✧˖*°࿐ ⸻ ❝ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 ❞ ࿐ྂ ❪ 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖻𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 ❫ ❪ 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼 ❫ ❪ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗒𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗄𝖺 © 2025 ❫

A shubman gill fanfiction cricketer × doctor ...... read to explore more how catch changes life.......

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.

"Mr. Sharma, are you two really dating each other?" "Ikshaan sir, is this serious or just a rumour?" "Is this why you attended the wedding together?" Beside me, he didn't flinch. Of course, he don't. The Ikshaan Sharma-India's golden boy, cricket's prized headline, master of straight faces under pressure. Meanwhile, I was a deer in headlights with a breaking news banner already spinning on someone's phone.

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?