Story cover for Out of Line, Into You by TaranpreetKaur393
Out of Line, Into You
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  • Time 5h 22m
  • Reads 9,570
  • Votes 340
  • Parts 65
  • Time 5h 22m
Complete, First published Jun 23
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Warning: This is not your average cricket romance. There's a bat, a ball and a boy who thinks he's cool. Until he meets a girl who literally breaks his ego and nearly his spine.

"Thoda dard toh hoga hi, India ke liye khelte ho ya cushion ke liye?" she snapped, yanking his shoulder back into place while he almost screamed like a toddler denied his chocolate.

"Tumhe training mili hai ya yeh sab dard free mein dete ho?" he asked, trying to be funny while holding back tears. She didn't even blink.
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