Gill Stories

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.

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

Two best friends unknowingly fall for each other's sisters, breaking the ultimate bro-code. Secrets, chaos, love, and betrayal unfold as friendships are tested and hearts collide in unexpected ways.

I loved you enough to let everything go, but now I've to let you as well as me go. Nandini said to her husband, while looking outside from car's window. I never knew my love was this weak, but guess what? we just signed those papers. shubman replied to Nandini. ★ DISCLAIMER: ALL THE IMAGES USED IN THIS STORY, BELONGS TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER.

She is a bright, introverted girl with a deep love for studying, always dreaming of a future where she can achieve her goals. While she prefers quiet moments with her books, she has a close knitted groups of friends who appreciate her thoughtful nature and support her ambitions. Among her aspirations, one stands out: she hopes to meet her crush, a tall and handsome boy known for his charming dimples and the gentle wrinkles that form around his eyes when he smiles. Hailed as the "Prince of the Indian Cricket Team,", Mr. Shubman Gill plays cricket with remarkable talent, captivating everyone with his skills on the field. Though she admires him from a distance, she often imagines how wonderful it would be to share a conversation with him, hoping that her passion for learning and her unique perspective on life will one day bridge the gap between them. Will they ever meet?? Or it will be a suppressed dream of hers forever??? Stay tuned!! ** Disclaimer ** Though Shubman Gill exists as a prominent Cricketer but the way he is portrayed in this has no connection to the man in real life!!

shubman gill an emerging cricketer tends to hate his new team manager but deep down he knows how much he loves her preet Sharma sister of rohit Sharma also the new ict manager hates shubman gill to the core of her heart but how will she end up falling in love with him let's dive into the story to know more

Hi guys It's a story about a secret sister of a Virat Kohli and a emerging cricketer Shubman gill He is a cricketer She is a sports manager He is funny and bubbly guy offeild but cold and serious guy onfeild she is a sweet, soft-spoken , kind-hearted girl she is the apple of her brothers eyes Read to find out more about this cute ,cozy , romantic couple... I do not own the pic credits to the respective owners :⁠-⁠)

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.

Defying medical warnings about his thin frame, cricketer Shubman Gill fights through a perilous twin pregnancy alongside his partner, Abhishek, standing firm against calls to abort and traditional gender bias. After surviving a critical fall in the ninth month, Shubman overcomes impossible odds to celebrate the miracle birth of his two healthy babies. Disclaimer: This image is digitally edited for creative and fictional purposes only. It does not represent any real event or real circumstance. The likeness is used in a transformative, fictional context, and no harm, offense, or factual implication is intended.

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We all know two kinds of loneliness: the ache of standing in a crowd and feeling unseen... and the quiet kind - when solitude wraps around us, yet somehow brings peace. Eclipse is the story of two souls on opposite ends of light. He - a flamboyant cricketer who lives for the roar of the stadium, a man whose life is measured in cheers, victories, and fleeting fame. She - a blind, free-spirited girl who sees the world through sound, touch, and the warmth of things unseen, finding beauty even in the darkness that others fear. Their worlds could not be more different - he chases the sun; she listens to the stars. Yet somewhere between brilliance and shadow, their hearts begin to orbit each other - drawn by a gravity neither can explain, and tested by a world that doesn't understand how light and darkness could ever coexist. But love, like an eclipse, is rare ! It's the moment when opposites align, when darkness doesn't destroy the light, but reveals it. The question is... when the light fades and the darkness deepens, will their love survive? or will they become what they've always feared: lost again, in different kinds of loneliness?

QABZA He didn't fall in love. He claimed. She walked into his world by mistake - soft, smiling, unaware that men like him don't let go of what catches their eye. He ruled with silence. She resisted with dignity. What began as humiliation turned into attention. Attention into obsession. Obsession into qabza. This is not a story about gentle love. It's about control, consequences, and a man who had to learn that possession is not protection - and love is not ownership. Because some hearts are not taken by force. They are either earned... or lost forever.

"tiểu thư, nhìn anh cười này."

Basically a playlist that screams ISHMAN.

Hello bubs I'm really exited to write this story for that I need your constant support and love this story is about arranged love of an famous cricketer Mr.shubhman gill so go through the story to know more.....

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. ✨️ 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. Some people don't crash into your life like meteors. They arrive like sunlit mischief, warm, effortless, impossible to ignore. He walked in like laughter does, uninvited, contagious, leaving behind a brightness no one asked for but everyone needed. Ishan Kishan. A cricketer the country couldn't stop quoting, a boy-wonder turned man who wore stardom like a hoodie, casual, lived-in, never too precious. Jokes on his tongue, swagger in his stride, a soft heart hidden behind a don't care grin. The world saw the reels: the sixes, the smiles, the spark. Only a few noticed the silence after, the boy who broke records wondering what he had broken in himself to get there. She didn't enter rooms. She claimed them, with the kind of silence that doesn't ask, it decides. Mandakini Mishra. A writer who carved truth into sentences that bled clean. Savage not because she was cruel, but because she refused to be careful around lies. Rebellious to rules that tried to cage her voice. Cool on the surface, fire in the marrow, sass stitched with sense, softness locked behind an alarmed door. Two people who didn't need saving. One who laughed at expectations. The other who underlined them with a red pen. They didn't collide like thunder. They crossed paths like a dare, his chaos waving, her calm smirking back. Not to fix. Not to fuse. But to co-author. Because sometimes salvation isn't a sermon. It's a shrug shared at the right time. Sometimes the loudest truths arrive with a grin and a raised eyebrow. And sometimes, mischief becomes meaning, when the starboy finally stops running, and the writer finally stops waiting. This isn't a love story built on rescue. It's a love story built on recognition. Two storms, two silences, finding rhythm in each other's noise. And that rhythm? That was Inayat.

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The BlazeRods and the Order of the Stone are still having trouble getting along. But when Null's darkness continues to consume the three worlds, they'll need to team up and find the real Entity 303, who might be a key part in stopping. Cover art and characters aren't mine.

Shubman gill vs devdutt padikkal "Two cricketers. One girl they shouldn't love. A war no one wants to win."

Je T'iame Plus Que Tout... Je Mourrais Avant De Te Perde... ~??? Min Kánete Poté Yposchéseis Pou Den Boreí Na Kratísei... ~??? Je Weet Nooit Wat Je Mist, Totdat Het Weg Is... ~??? Jinsei Wa Mijikaidesu... Sore O Saidaigen Ni Ikite Kudasai... ~??? You guys gotta figure out which language everyone is speaking, AND who's saying it! There's only one rule... NO GOOGLE TRANSLATE! Nyeh heh heh... ~???