Historias de 77

shubman gill X Nahia desai cricketer x author The story she never planned ---------> The world knows Shubman Gill- the prince of the field, the name written in headlines, the calm smile beneath stadium lights. But Nahia Desai knows him differently. She is just a girl with long hair, oversized hoodies, and a notebook full of unfinished thoughts. A quiet author who finds comfort in soft music, midnight writing, and snacks beside her pages. He lives in noise. She lives in peace. He is surrounded by millions. She is happy in her small, gentle world. What happens when a fan who only admired from afar becomes the calm he never knew he needed? Between applause and ink, between fame and feelings, a story begins-soft, unexpected, and beautifully real.

She's Virat Kohli's secret sister. He's India's rising star. They hate each other. Until they don't. - THE FALL Vihana Kohli has been a secret for twelve years. Virat's hidden sister. Raised far from India, far from cricket, far from everything his name stands for. Until one lie drags her into a world she never asked for. Shubman Gill doesn't do distractions. Focused. Driven. The rising star of Indian cricket. The last thing he needs is a girl who argues back, takes up space, and refuses to disappear. She thinks he's arrogant. He thinks she's insufferable. They're both right. But when a fall on a mountain leaves them stranded - and a blame neither deserved tears them apart - something shifts. She stops trying to be liked by him. He stops pretending he doesn't notice her. They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to stay. But hate has a dangerous habit of looking a lot like something else. *And sometimes the hardest falls aren't from mountains.* --- ⚠️ No copyright intended. This is a work of fiction purely for entertainment.

imaginary story only for Shubh Sara fans

Ishan Kishan is a billionaire's son with nothing but a pill addiction and a heart full of spite. Shubman Gill is the orphan who inherited it all-including Ishan. ​It was supposed to be a simple arrangement: Shubman keeps Ishan safe until he's twenty-five. Ishan stays out of trouble. But Ishan is a rebel with a taste for self-destruction, and Shubman's secret love is a flame that's about to consume them both. Author's Note - This story is purely fictional.While the characters bear the names and likenesses of real-life cricketers Ishan Kishan and Shubman Gill, their personalities, backgrounds, and the events in this story are entirely products of my imagination for narrative purposes. I have immense respect and admiration for both Ishan and Shubman as athletes and individuals. This story is written out of appreciation for their bond and is not intended to disrespect, defame, or offend them or their fans.

The game project makeover but adding main charatches dialog. also Lilac and Riou can break the 4th wall. no one notices though. i will also be changing a few parts of the story nothing = speaking italians text effect = Thinking ' = narration Bold = Shouting

🍁 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘈 𝘚𝘦𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. They're more than just teammates; they're a package deal-Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan, the dynamic duo of Indian cricket. On the field, they share victories, defeats, and countless sixes. Off the field, they're just two boys navigating life, laughter, and the occasional disaster. [NOT A BL]

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.

it's a oneshot book about our two cuties 🌼 ISHAN KISHAN and SHUBMAN GILL💖

Hospital room 77 is cursed if a patient stays in the room for more then a week they will die most of the characters in this book will be from Grey's Anatomy walking dead Supernatural

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shubman gill an emerging next gen cricketer and mayra kapoor a chief marketing officer in bcci

When a young boy meets class 77 during a field trip To the yearly festival they will learn he is destructive yet lovable. But when he faces Despair will he blow it away or will he Give in?

Sa gitna ng maingay na bar, nagtama ang mga mata namin. Ikaw, nakasandal sa counter, naglalaro ng shot glass. Ako, naghahanap ng tao para kausapin. Parang may kuryenteng dumaloy sa katawan ko nang makita kita. Ang ngiti mo, ang tingin mo, ang paraan ng pagtawa mo, lahat nag-udyok sa akin na lapitan ka. "Hi," sabi ko, "pwede ba akong umupo?" Ngumiti ka, "Sure, bakit hindi?" Nagsimula kaming mag-usap. Ikaw, matalino at nakakatawa. Ako, medyo torpe pero nagsusumikap na magpasaya sa'yo. Habang tumatagal ang usapan, mas lalo akong naaakit sa'yo. Ang bawat salita mo, ang bawat kilos mo, nagpaparamdam sa akin ng kakaibang init sa dibdib. "Alam mo ba," sabi ko, "ang ganda mo talaga. Parang gusto kong halikan ka ngayon din." Tumawa ka, "Ang bastos mo naman! Pero sige na nga, halikan mo na ako." At doon, sa gitna ng maingay na bar, nagsimula ang aming kwento. Isang kwentong puno ng pagmamahal, pagnanasa, at medyo bastos na mga biro. Isang kwentong nagsimula sa isang simpleng "hi" at nagtatapos sa isang mahabang, masayang "ikaw lang."