future husband| shubman gill
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Akshara Singhania, a beautiful and brilliant medical student, gets the opportunity to work as the physiotherapist for the Indian Cricket Team after passing her college with flying colors. Ultimately, she gets thrown into the orbit of her long time crush, Shubman Gill.
All Akshara wanted was a quiet job, away from the drama. Instead she got a headline-making cricketer and an absurd fake dating arrangement. But between faked cuddles, accidental jealousy, and a whole lot of late-night banter... they might just forget they were supposed to be pretending.
"Careful, Akshu." Shubman said with a teasing grin." At this rate I might just fake another injury to keep you around."
She smirked, "Please. If you wanted my attention, you could've just pulled a muscle like a normal cricketer."
"And miss the chance to have my personal physiotherapist around? No way."
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Keep talking like that and people might actually think that you're falling for me."
He leaned towards her and whispered, "Who said I am not?"
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