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Abhishek Sharma used to be the heart-throb of Bollywood a few years ago. He still was, in a way, but now, lesser people were showing up for his rom-coms and his movies were losing critical acclaim. Nothing was going his way. To make matters worse, his ever-sunshiney personality took a backseat as he realised he didn't really *enjoy* acting anymore. Nitish Kumar Reddy, a young Indie Music sensation from the hidden studios of Vizag, suddenly took the music world of South India by storm with his raw and soul-soothing compositions. He was steadily progressing in his profession when suddenly, he got an offer to join as the music director for an experimental rom-com by a director who believed Nitish was the perfect man for the job. What the director also believed, was that Abhishek Sharma would be the perfect candidate for the protagonist of this film. Abhishek, in a desperate attempt to rediscover his love for cinema that he stopped feeling two years ago, agreed quickly. But what neither Abhishek nor Nitish knew was that something way more than just a career-boosting opportunity awaited them ;)

He told himself it was fine, that Virat understood, and that they had time. They didn't have as much time as Pat had assumed. Pat, in his arrogance, fear, and stubborn inability to be vulnerable in return, had taken it all for granted.

God, look at him, Mitch's mind whispered, a frantic, starry-eyed prayer. He's a machine. A beautiful, relentless machine. His eyes followed Josh's walk back to his mark, the way his whites clung to the sweat-dampened muscles of his back, the focused set of his shoulders. Every fibre of Mitch's being was attuned to the man in the centre. Pat Cummins saw the way Mitch looked at Josh - not with petty envy of a rival, but with raw, unguarded hunger. It was a look that stripped away all pretence, and it made Pat's breath catch. But his gaze then shifted to Josh, the architect of this madness, and the punch softened into a wave of deep, warm admiration. He harboured a strong, lasting affection for Josh. He admired his composed calm, his dry wit that could cut through any tension, the quiet, unwavering strength that seemed to be his very essence. Hoff, he thought, a tenderness easing the sting of his envy. Of course, it would be you. You magnificent bastard. You're the rock. The one we all orbit.

Indian bl Story Language type - Hinglish ( hindi + English) story type - sports love,bl ,indian ,romance, drama,comedy, friendship, obsession, true love, happy ending Language- Hinglish Updating Time - Randomly Updating -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Par kyu ,abb kyu ,why now and why not before ? asked Pratham with anger and eagerness flashing in his spoken words. His eyes showing the sorrow,the obsession, the impatience of his heart and his uneven breaths defying the loss on his mind control . kyuki meri feelings tumhaare liye mazaak hai , tum mujhse pyaar nahi karte aur na hi kbhi karte the . Samarth exclaimed while looking into Pratham's eyes. His eyes devoid of any emotion. His voice held the longingness,the emptiness his heart felt . His words came out with mix of hate in it . Vahi toh , kaash main tumse pyaar na karta,ki kaash mein tumhaare liye pyaar mein paagal na hota , par sach yeh hai ki mein tumhaare pyaar mein iss kadar paagal ho chuka hu ki tumhe paane ki chaahat mein khud ko kho chuka hun , mein kon hun, mera naam kya hai, meri pehchaan kya hai mein nahi jaanta , mein bas itna jaanta hu ki mein tumhaare ishq mein dooba hua ek ashiq hu. Haan tumne sahi kaha, mein tumse pyaar nahi karta kyuki mein tumse ishq karta hu bepanah ishq karta hu tumse . Pratham said while looking into Samar's eyes his each word showing the depth of his feelings, his each word emphasising the longingness, the craziness, the desires ,the devotion he had for his love for Samar . Hi guys This is my first time writing any story warning you guys I am not a professional writer , these are just my imaginations that I am writing down Have fun reading the book ! I hope you enjoy it I will do my best.

Twenty two yards not quite enough for flirting is it ? A captain and his arch nemesis ? Careful they might kiss!

The matches are over, but hearts keep racing. Glances linger. Smiles tease. Silence speaks. All kinds of emotions, all kinds of stories-slow-burn, playful, and intimate BL cricket one-shots.

A rich boy's fell into chaos after his parents death.. Another rich business wanted to use this chance to make ishan his personal mistresses

"do you remember, you're the reason i got my maiden test wicket?" ~~~ shubman gill × mohammed siraj implied: bottom shubman gill top mohammed siraj one shot. completed.

A Rohirat FF.