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In the Middle of the Madness
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  • Reads 37,177
  • Votes 1,362
  • Parts 55
  • Time 3h 3m
Complete, First published May 16
Fame. Pressure. Expectations. For Shubman Gill, it's all part of the game. At just twenty-five, he's not just the poster boy of Indian cricket - he's a national obsession. With endorsements piling up, media chasing every move, and the IPL around the corner, his life is nothing short of chaotic. That's when he decides to hire a personal manager - someone sharp, reliable, and unaffected by the glamor. What he doesn't expect is her.

Enter Vanya Malhotra, a fresh college graduate with big dreams, zero experience in the sports industry, and a stubborn fire in her heart. She's not dazzled by Shubman's fame, nor does she pretend to be. All she wants is to prove herself - and she's ready to take on the madness, even if it means dealing with the most high-maintenance cricketer in the country.

Their worlds clash from the very first meeting - he's guarded, cocky, and set in his ways. She's direct, ambitious, and refuses to be intimidated. But beneath the surface, something starts to shift. In the middle of endorsement shoots, team travels, and late-night strategy calls, the lines blur. Between playful arguments and moments of unexpected vulnerability, they begin to find comfort in each other.

But nothing about love is simple - not when the world is watching.

A story about unexpected beginnings, professional boundaries, and finding love in the most chaotic corners of life. When Shubman Gill meets Vanya Malhotra, it's not just another professional partnership - it's the beginning of a story neither of them saw coming.
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