When 77 Met 108
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Title: When 77 Met 108.
🔹She spent her days saving lives, her nights buried in medical textbooks, and her dreams chasing a future in the world's finest hospitals.
🔹He spent his days smashing centuries, his nights perfecting his cover drives, and his dreams chasing history on the cricket pitch.
Sharvisha Rathore-a final-year MBBS student in London, ambitious, determined, and fiercely independent. She believed in logic, science, and the power of healing.
Shubman Gill-India's young cricket sensation, a man who spoke less but let his bat do all the talking. For him, cricket was more than a game-it was war, passion, and poetry, all wrapped in 22 yards.
They were two strangers until fate-and a VIP pass-brought them together in the stands of Lord's.
What started as an ordinary match day soon turned into something unforgettable when Sharvisha found herself caught between the game, the crowd, and the intense gaze of the man she admired the most-Shubman Gill.
> "You were watching me," Shubman remarked casually, sipping his energy drink.
"Excuse me? I was watching the match," she shot back, rolling her eyes.
"Exactly. I was in the match."
One accidental meeting turned into a whirlwind of unexpected encounters-hushed conversations, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them saw coming. But love isn't easy when one and expectations weighing on them, will Sharvisha and Shubman find a way to balance their worlds? Or will their love story remain just another incomplete innings?
> "You fix broken hearts, doctor," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "So what happens when mine starts beating only for you?"
A story of cricket, destiny, and a love that defies boundaries.
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