Abhisheksharma Stories

He is dark, toxic, arrogant, a man who wants nothing except her body for one night. She is shy, soft, breathtaking, innocent without trying, a girl who doesn't even know she's the kind men desire.

A wrong text, late nights, cricket debates, and unexpected love.

Two people. Two different worlds. Miles apart. Destiny brings them together tying them in a sacred bond of marriage. They never saw a future together but future saw "THEM" together. Will they be able to survive the marriage that was never meant to happen? Surrounded by the media, rumors and fans will they be able to work it out? Busy life and days apart, but at the end they found supporting each other at every step, at every stage of life. . . . . . . . . And they realised they were meant to be. They were DESTINED.

Read "Manager for life"!! First. Legacy deepens as Aarav-Kiara spark ambition and chaos, while Akaay-Myra navigate quiet love beneath towering expectations.

Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me.... Saranya Oberoi, Bollywood's rising star, is ready to make her mark beyond her family's legacy. Abhishek Sharma, cricket's national heartthrob, took the world by storm after his stellar IPL season. She's his best friend's sister. He's the nation's favorite cricketer. What happens next? Find out in THE ALCHEMY Tropes : actress × cricketer Brother's best friend Sports romance Enemies to lovers Revenge

Completed Isha Arora's life is all about med school, family, and her little treasures. Abhishek Sharma's life is cricket, chaos... and maybe a bit of charm. Two worlds. One wedding. A connection neither of them saw coming. Sometimes, life has a funny way of bringing people together...

Imagine if Virat Kohli had a younger sister... and no one not even Rohit knew about her. Secrets, chaos, and cricket collide when Sehar steps into their world, and suddenly, the calm of the dressing room is a thing of the past. this story is purely fiction..

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.

"I hate you Mr. Hardik Pandya" "Not like I love you Mrs. Drishti Shah Pandya" "Very well then just stay away" "I would very much love to" Read to find out how hate changes to love.. Odio Amante This book is a work of fiction and I obviously dont know any of the characters personally so how I portray them in the story in completely based on my imagination and none of this is real. I dont mean to offend any one by my characterization. #1 in Hardik (May 2020) #6 in Cricket (August 2020) #1 in cricket (September 2020) #2 in Hardikpandya (September 2020)

TROPES ✨The famous Cricketer x fangirl ✨She fell first and he fell harder ✨Chaos couple ✨ Punjabi boy x punjabi girl

~She needed money, to save her company and he needed a partner to save his life. Chaos interrupted their so called, 'dating life', where everything was real but nothing was. Abhishek and Swara ran through adventures pretending to be couple, people saw the real, they had the fake. But things took a turn when it wasn't so fake anymore!! A/n: This is pure work of Fiction, nothing from this belongs to the real world. The scenarios, the people, the personalities, are what I felt good. So please read it as it is purely imaginary. Thank you! (The images used in the book belong to their respective owners. I do not own any of them. They are just used here for character idea purpose.)

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..

He is control. She is softness. Abhishek doesn't ask. He decides. The world listens. Elina loves quietly. She trusts easily. She bends without realizing she is bending. At first, his dominance feels like protection. His rules feel like care. His jealousy feels like love. Until it doesn't. He doesn't shout. He doesn't beg. He simply withdraws, commands, and expects. And she slowly starts losing pieces of herself trying to fit into his world. This isn't a simple lovestory. It's power. It's possession. It's love turning dark before either of them notices.

Just presenting a bunch of chaos at your doorstep😌

He belongs in the spotlight. She refuses to be part of the lie. When a media scandal threatens Abhishek Sharma's career, a fake relationship becomes the only way out. Three months. One contract. Zero emotions. Naina Roy is sharp, guarded, and immune to fame. She's here to fix his image-not soften her heart for a man who lives for applause. But pretending is dangerous. Because staged smiles linger too long. Because jealousy feels too real. The way he looks at her when the cameras are off makes her forget the rules. And when the truth finally cracks through the lie, it hurts more than the scandal ever did. Some relationships are just for the cameras. Some hearts don't survive pretending. Enemies to lovers. Fake dating. Slow-burn angst with a sting.

"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 didn'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.

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🌟 𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. Some stories don't begin with thunder. They begin quietly, like sunlight slipping through half drawn curtains. He was the boy with a bat who turned into a man with a nation on his shoulders. Shubman Gill. A name the crowd screamed, a face cameras loved. To the world, he was effortless charm, all smiles and sunshine. But behind the headlines and scoreboards, he was just a young man carrying the weight of expectations that sometimes felt heavier than his bat. Success had kissed his forehead once, but lately, the applause had turned into murmurs. And even sunshine can flicker when clouds linger too long. She was the kind of chaos that didn't apologize for existing. Sharanya De Luca. Half Indian, half Italian, wholly unapologetic. A girl who grew up with too much freedom and just enough rebellion. She had money, she had choices, but what she craved most was freedom from being told who she was supposed to be. So she chose to wander, to guide strangers through her beloved Italy, telling stories about ruins and rivers, while secretly searching for her own. He wasn't looking for healing. She wasn't looking for love. But destiny has its own sense of humor. And sometimes, when chaos meets a little less chaos, when sunshine collides with sunshine, the world doesn't burn. It glows. Because some souls don't ask for distance, they ask for closeness. For that needed nearness that feels less like a choice... and more like fate.

Burning hearts. Jealousy. Weddings. Forbidden love.

(This is a story about a famous sportsman and a nobody.) They say a billion people hold their breath when Abhishek Sharma takes his stance. ​In this country, he isn't just a man; he's a religion. He's the face on the billboards, the name screamed until throats go raw, the "Golden Boy" who carries the weight of a nation's pride on his shoulders. He lives in the noise. He lives for the applause. ​But I've seen the man behind the hoarding. ​I've seen him at 5:00 AM in a deserted airport lounge, hiding behind a hoodie and a weary silence. I've seen the way his hands sweat, when the crowd keeps calling his name and he isn't hitting a boundary. I've seen the loneliness that comes with being a god in a world that forgets you're also a human. ​Then there's me. Adhira. ​I'm the girl who lives in the shadows of the stadium. The one with the tablet, the itinerary, and the walls built so high that no one has ever climbed them. I don't do "fame." I don't do "distractions." I do order. I do survival. Because when you've spent your life being the only thing standing between your family and the abyss, you don't have the luxury of falling. ​We were never supposed to happen. ​He's the storm, and I'm the anchor. He's the headline, and I'm the fine print. According to the world, there is a line between us-a thick, white, unbreakable boundary that keeps us in our place. ​But the world is wrong. ​Because the most important things don't happen in the headlines or under the floodlights. They happen in the stolen glances, the shared earpods, and the midnight drives where no one is watching. ​They happen Between the Lines. And once you cross that line? There's no going back.

A very cute , soft romance dramatic Lovestory